May is Masturbation Month. Okay, okay, every month is masturbation for me (and hopefully you). But it’s an excuse for erotica writers and sex bloggers to show off their stuff.
So, in the full spirit of things, I offer an excerpt from Alison’s New Toy, the first in my five-book (soon to be six-book) series about a sex hobbyist named Alison, a gorgeous young woman who loves to perk-up her sex life by masturbating in public (discretely, of course). The toy in question is a strap-on vibrator with a handy remote.
This being a blog hop, you can win a new sex toy (not a strap-on vibrator, but a “pleasure for the seated lady” device that sure looks like fun!). For details, click the badge below the excerpt (and enjoy more Self Love is in the Air/Masturbation Month erotica).
It was a beautiful, warm spring day and I knew exactly what I wanted to do. I put on a light summer skirt, and a knit jersey cotton top, comfortable and not low-cut, over a bra. I can usually get away without wearing one, but for today it might help conceal any visible signs of sexual excitement. Meaning, of course, two very erect nipples, assuming everything went to plan.
I wore a comfortable pair of sandals. No stockings or anything else restricting. I tied my shoulder-length blonde hair back and I was ready to go.
Now for the finishing touch to my ensemble. I hiked up my skirt, stepped through the straps and snugged my new toy against my mound. I pulled on a pair of panties, smoothed my skirt and looked in the mirror.
I was pleased and excited that the device fit well and was unobtrusive under my modest, mid-calf skirt. I stepped out of my house and walked to our local college for some people watching—and a pussy-pleasing orgasm or two (or three).
God knows, I needed it. That morning I had woken up so turned on I could hardly stand it. There’s nothing worse than waking up horny in an empty bed—horny and depressed, too depressed to masturbate. Then the delivery truck arrived with my little present.
It was such a warm spring day, with lots of people out enjoying the weather. My favorite bench, across from the library and set back under an oak tree, was all mine.
Oh, the hours I had idled away there, wanting to put my hands between my legs as I watched all the students—especially the hot guys in their tight jeans; I’d fantasize about their cocks and get moist. And, sure, I was tempted to reach down there, but I never did. I’d squirm some, squeeze my legs together and get the juices going. But actually put my hand between my legs and jill-off? That’s just not socially acceptable. It’s probably illegal, too.
Today would be different.
Settling on the bench, I took the remote out of my purse and gave it a squeeze. The breeze rustling the leaves and the sound of traffic rendered the buzz between my legs inaudible. I was already excited just thinking about what I was about to do—a public jill-off! A chill shot up my spine as I envisioned the exquisite agony of controlling my responses to a bone-shattering orgasm in an outdoor setting. I could always flick the remote if I started to lose control.
It only took a moment for the buzz between my legs to broadcast little waves of pleasure through my pelvis. Pinpricks of pleasure ran up my spine. A pool of liquid delight formed at the base of my spine and threatened to spill out. OMG! This was getting so intense so fast.
I clicked it off.
My hand went to my throat, like a matron shocked by the sight of an exposed ankle at a Victorian soiree. I coughed demurely and straightened my skirt. My exterior under control, I did an internal check. My pussy throbbed, while both nipples stood at full attention and pushed against the fabric of my bra. I resettled myself, shifting my hips as I clutched my purse in my lap. This was so much fun!
A tall and statuesque woman came out of the library and started down the steps. Her breasts jiggled deliciously under her tee shirt—she clearly wasn’t wearing a bra, which made me happy.
It was time for action. I clicked the toy on.
I’m not a lesbian, but I like looking at attractive women. If there weren’t hot guys around, she would do just fine. What’s not to admire in a youthful female body on a fine spring day? She flounced toward me, then turned and walked by. Her ass was poured into her jeans.
I spread my legs. The gossamer fabric of my panties was soaked. My juices flowed, and I knew my pussy lips were slick. The vibrations went through my ass to the hard bench and bounced back, amplifying their intensity. The muscles of my vagina tightened, and my asshole throbbed. This was exactly what I’d wanted the toy to do.
As I squirmed and clenched my teeth, I knew an orgasm was on its way. The sexual energy moved up my spine, over my shoulders, and to my breasts, tingling beneath my light, summer-weight top. I fought the urge to splay my legs and plunge two fingers into my slick hole. Gripping my purse, I squeezed hard.
As if on cue, two co-eds in cut-offs walked by, boobs bouncing and their tight little asses twitching.
I switched it off. My breath came in short spurts as I sat upright on the bench. If I looked anything like I felt, a concerned citizen would be compelled to call the fire department.
I was so zoned out and close to coming I hadn’t noticed the woman who’d seated herself next to me.
“Beautiful day, huh?”
I must have jumped an inch. She was thirtyish, with blonde hair just past her ears, and dressed demurely in a long skirt and embroidered blouse. She was even prettier than the woman with the bouncing breasts, and I was primed. I sucked in my breath.
“Gorgeous,” I replied. Miraculously, I got the word out without my voice breaking.
She smiled, looking me up and down with a knowing look. “You seem to be enjoying yourself.”
She had that right. Had she been watching me? I was just this side of an orgasm, my pussy throbbing, and getting off was my number-one priority. This woman was so good-looking and so nonthreatening, I decided to be truthful.
I returned her smile. “I’m masturbating.”
She turned toward me and leaned in, crossing one leg over the other, her hands folded in front of her.
“Mind if I watch?”
That was music to my ears. I flicked it on. The combination of buzzing on my clit and this beautiful woman’s direct gaze catapulted me to the edge. I gripped my knees with my hands in an effort not to scream. The waves of pleasure emanating from my pussy had spread through my body to my fingers and toes. I closed my eyes and my throat emitted a low moan.
The woman leaned in even closer. “It’s all right. There’s no one near. You can come now.”
A unique blend of heat and fireworks exploded in my loins, traveling through my muscles and blood, up my neck, and out the crown of my head. My cunt spasmed as pleasurable bursts wracked my body. I gasped and, with a huge effort, stifled the reflex to cry out. The intensity of my climax nearly knocked the breath out of me. I switched off the remote.
As my orgasm ebbed and my breathing slowed, I relaxed and leaned against the bench. I opened my eyes. She was still there, still smiling.
“Thank you. I really enjoyed watching you come.”
Incapable of speech, I smiled back.
She put a hand on my knee. “How do you do it?”
I held up the remote. It was a miracle I hadn’t crushed it in my hand. “A strap-on vibrator with a remote.”
Her eyes lit up. “What a great idea.”
“I just got it today.”
She leaned in to me. “Sorry if this sounds a little forward, but…I’m so horny I’m ready to explode. My apartment is right over there.” Her eyes indicated a low-rise building behind us.
I must have looked startled. My plans, as degenerate as they were, didn’t include getting picked up by a lesbian.
“Don’t get me wrong. You don’t have to do anything. It’s just that after watching you, I want to pleasure myself. And be watched. I don’t have the equipment to do it out here.” Her smiling face radiated friendliness.
I relaxed. Nothing wrong with that. “Just return the favor?”
“Just return the favor. Please.” She stood. I got up slowly, a little wobbly. The echoes of my orgasm were still bouncing around my body, pinballing between my nipples, my clit, my pussy, and my ass. It felt delicious. And, frankly, I was ready for another go.