Rhiannon reminisces
Lying back on the sumptuous bed in my college room, I’m eagerly awaiting a visit from Catherine. We had spent a summer between A-Levels and University travelling with friends, staying in hostels.
I remember one night that summer, when we’d been staying at a particularly busy hostel, one of my ‘dorm sisters’ had run into our room giggling with excitement, clasping a package she’d collected from reception. Catherine, a sapphic blonde with a snub nose and emerald-green eyes was celebrating her nineteenth birthday. She was extremely close to her sister whose return address was on the label, and they were missing each other that summer. The package was non-descript on the outside but held the promise of anticipated allure. Eagerly opening the brown card box, Catherine was greeted on the inside with a lavishly wrapped present in black and gold foil with holographic butterflies and roses embossed upon it.
On seeing the paper and the organza gold ribbon entwined around the mysterious gift, we speculated what Catherine’s sister had possibly enclosed.
“A box that shape holds lingerie, Cath,” one of the girls said with a wink. The thought sent a thrill through me, as I imagined silky satin bustier-clad models showing off their full cleavage and hourglass silhouettes in the pages of Grazia.
By now, Catherine had carefully opened the foil paper. She was unfolding it ceremoniously as if preparing an intricate piece of origami. Inside was a black gift box. Up until this point, Catherine had not exhaled the air she held in her lungs whilst under the spotlight of the grand unveiling. As she lifted the lid, a squeal of excitement escaped her cherry-red lips. The delightful gift was revealed, summoning a chorus of “oh my god!” from Catherine, as we all oohed and ahhed.
“Hold it up please, Cath, we all want to see!” I said excitedly.
Delicately, Catherine smoothed out the bustier. With a flourish, she held up the baby-pink and black satin garment by its spaghetti straps that would wind themselves languidly around her shoulders.
On seeing the label that hung from the left strap, one of the girls sprung up, “Wow, Catherine, that is an Agent Provocateur. Oh, please try it on for us and pose like the models in Grazia.”
Catherine’s cheeks flushed a rose-pink, but in her excitement, her eyes glinted, as she coyly remarked, “I’ll try out my best catwalk poses for you girls.” She smiled as she pulled her linen tunic off. I looked up from the copy of the glossy fashion magazine I had been browsing just in time to watch as one of the girls began to unhook Catherine’s sky blue lacy bra, making quick work of the clasp with her nimble fingers. If only they were my fingers to be reaching in, tugging at the fastenings. I’d been thinking more and more about Catherine recently. The way she trailed her fingers on my neck as she brushed my hair last night made my stomach flutter.
The bra was swiftly tossed onto the hostel bed, leaving Catherine’s pert breasts tilted invitingly towards one of the other girl’s face. Catherine’s rosy areolae almost matched the delicate pink satin of the bustier. Extending her arms forward, Catherine stepped towards us and seductively wrapped the bustier around her torso. The bustier was indeed ‘provocative’, as the label promised. It hugged Catherine’s svelte waist whilst she adjusted the padded cups to lift her cleavage.
Not wanting to be left out of the ‘handmaiden’ action, I picked up the beautiful matching panties and tossed them playfully. “Don’t forget to give us a twirl, Catherine,” I giggled. Cath unzipped her A-line pleated skirt embroidered with dragonflies, and let it fall to the floor stepping out of it, with the elegance of Cara Delavigne then proceeded to pull the black and pink satin panties up her lithe legs. She shimmied as she teased the slippery fabric over her hips.
“Ta-dah,” called out Catherine, giving us a smouldering look, before sashaying from one side of the room to the other. Slowly turning on the spot, she winked at us and blew a kiss. I found her stunning at that moment. Her gaze lingered upon me slightly longer than on any of the other girls.
When Catherine had told me that she was no longer a virgin, I felt unsure about my reaction. I was both happy for her and disappointed that I wouldn’t be able to share that unforgettable experience with her.
Catherine had described in detail how it had been to have a cock slide between her pussy lips when they’d fucked while her parents were out. My ears honed in on her words as Catherine also mentioned how she liked looking at women too. She described how she had fingered herself on more than one occasion while looking at the models in magazines.
I now wondered if she told me that on purpose, whilst we were alone in the bathroom, to plant a seedling of suggestion in my mind. For the rest of that evening, in the hostel, we had each tried on our most sexy underwear, and pretended to model it for the others until it was time to freshen up to hit the town.
Giggling, Catherine pulled me into the bathroom to invite me to share the shower with her before we glammed up for a night of clubbing. We took turns using a soap-soaked loofah to caress each other’s slender shoulders, neck, and upper back. Catherine cooed softly as I stroked her porcelain skin in small circles. Leaning back into me, her arm snaked around behind her to gently squeeze my hip.
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“I wish I could be fucking Kyle tonight, but I have to admit, I think I like touching your smooth skin more Rhi.”
Catherine was now rocking her hips against me and turned around under the warm stream to kiss me.
“Do you think you are ready to take the next step with Daniel soon?”
Her fleshy lips tasted of wild summer berries, and her hand gripped my neck pulling my head closer towards her as our lips brushed softly.
I had dry-humped Daniel once, though I hadn’t told Catherine this before. Now I felt emboldened to reveal how it had turned me on grinding my pelvis against his, as we had kissed frantically on the sofa bed he had in his room. Thinking back to this time made me want to kiss Catherine more. I broke away to answer her.
“Maybe I am ready…You know Cath, my pussy was tingling as the bulge in his jeans rubbed against me.”
Catherine’s eyes shone on hearing this snippet of locker-room gossip.
“When did this happen Rhi?” She exclaimed, “I’m so excited for you. I think it sounds like you want to go further next time you’re alone together.”
She spun me to face her with her wet hands.
“Want to know a secret? You know that glass sculpture my sister sent me in our final term?”
I nodded as she finished rinsing her skin under the simmering spray. We switched places so Catherine could wash my upper torso. “The green and blue swirly ornament?”
She murmured “Mm-hmm,” in affirmation.
“I loved the colour; it looked so gorgeous on your nightstand. Your sister is bang on-trend.”
Catherine giggled at my naivety. “That’s one way to describe my sister. She knew I wasn’t getting any sex, so she bought me Mr Swirly so I could masturbate when I got horny. Did you never wonder why I sometimes take twenty minutes just washing my hair?”
“Oh my gosh, Cath, so it’s not a sculpture, it’s a glass cock?” I surmised with wide eyes. I was incredulous that I had never guessed its true function before now. Turning round to face Cath, she was smiling at me broadly. I reached to turn the tap off.
“What is it like compared with the real thing, then?”
Cath began drying herself with a fluffy towel having tossed mine over to me. Thoughtfully, she mused while I watched with fascination as she dabbed off the wetness around her breasts.
“Well, glass is a lot harder than a cock, but the swirly ridges provide amazing sensations as it pushes in and out of my pussy.” She paused as she considered something a moment, then like a lightbulb had gone off in her mind, her eyes lit up and glinted mischievously.
“I just had the best idea Rhi, perhaps I could help you try it out if you want?”
A flutter of excitement flared through me as her proposal rolled around my head. I would be getting myself ready to fuckDaniel, which I yearned to do the next time I visited him. The idea of Catherine using ‘Mr Swirly’ to pleasure me, I was reassured I’d be in the hands of someone I trusted. I must confess, all our time touching each other in the steam-filled shower had got my pussy clenching the way it had when I’d dry-humped Daniel.
Soon we were both thoroughly dried, so we bounded out of the bathroom to go and put on our outfits for the evening. We would spend it partying in the student town we had been sightseeing by day. Although the students were mostly gone for the holidays and tourists had flocked in to take their place, there were enough local people our age or a bit older, so nights out were still lively enough to warrant getting dolled up. The other two girls slipped into the bathroom together while Catherine and I dressed then put on our make-up. While I was getting the flicks of her liquid eyeliner just how she liked them, Catherine enthused about starting her BA in Modern Languages at Bristol University. She had wanted to stay closer to home, while I was heading further afield, to Norwich.
Once I had finished Catherine’s make-up, I applied my own, then Catherine curled my hair for me, that gentle touch sending sparks again. By the time we had finished, the girls were back in the bedroom to get themselves ready. Catherine made some cocktails and ordered an Uber to drive us into town. The whole time my mind was on Catherine’s body pressed against mine in the shower. Soon enough our Uber driver arrived, with a toot of their horn. We four pretty women piled in the estate car. Catherine told the driver the name of the club. Luckily for us, we didn’t have to queue long to get in. We stationed ourselves in an area that was near the dance floor, and seating so we could take a breather whenever we needed.
While the other two went to the bar, Catherine pulled me over to the dance floor and was strutting her moves. My dancing was not so confident as hers, but she smiled at me, happy to have a partner. Catherine became increasingly tactile with me as the evening went on. While we were dancing, she’d nudge my arm, lingering long enough to engage my desire. Catherine asked me to join her when she went to the bathroom. By this time, the mirrors were smeared and there were bits of loo roll trailed across the floor, where it had caught on kitten heels.
At the sink washing my hands, Catherine caught my eye in the mirror. She threw me a smouldering look, and said to me, “Rhi if ever I was to become a lesbian, you’d be the woman I’d fancy. Your cute little mouth looks so kissable.” On the spur of the moment, I decided I’d be daring for once.
“Kiss me!”
Her lips were on mine in a heartbeat, soft at first, but as our mouths joined, her hands held me around my waist. She pressed her chest against my breasts. Remembering her offer from earlier, I huskily whispered, “I’m looking forward to trying ‘Mr Swirly’ when we get back to the hostel.” Bzzzt! We were rudely interrupted by the vibration of her phone as a text from the Uber driver let us know they were waiting outside. We giggled and headed out to find our friends. They were in a happy bubble from a fun night out but welcoming the idea of bed.
The ride back to the hostel was quiet, though Catherine kept my longing for her stoked as she rubbed her hand up and down my thigh, kept pressed against hers by the confines of the Uber. Once back in our room, the other two cleaned their teeth and removed their make-up whilst we waited. Then it was mine and Catherine’s turn. After we had freshened up ready for bed, Catherine found an opportunity to press her lips to mine as she softly leaned me back against the vanity unit.
I could taste the minty freshness of the toothpaste we had both used, and my own lips tingled when Catherine’s moved against them. Her hands were looped around the back of my neck, and she began caressing the sides of my throat with her fingertips. Our hips were pressed up against each other’s, so I could sense the warmth emanating from her groin, underneath her satin shorts. Our kiss trailed off, and she teased me with butterfly brushes of her mouth along my nape and collarbone. “Ready for Mr Swirly?” Catherine whispered to me.
“Yes,” I breathed eagerly, aware of the dampness in the gusset of my satin and lace panties. My lingerie was not as luxurious as Catherine’s Agent Provocateur, though I always felt enhanced femininity whenever I wore sexy, sensual underwear.
Catherine looked me in the eye, “Let’s go to your bed since it’s furthest away from the other two. If we’re quiet enough, we won’t disturb them.” She paused letting a sly smile spread upon those soft lips. “If they notice and want to join in, are you happy for them to play with us?”
Seeing my surprised expression, Catherine took my hand reassuringly. “It’s ok, I doubt we’ll wake them up; they can both sleep through thunderstorms.”
Still holding my hand, she stroked my other arm, murmuring, “I’ll get Mr Swirly, while you make yourself comfortable. A pillow under your hips might help.”
With a wink, she left the bathroom. Stealthily, Catherine stalked to her bed and took her backpack from underneath it. Gently easing the zip open, to make as little sound as possible, she pulled out her glass phallus in its protective box. Next, she took a small bottle of lubricant.
I was lying in bed with one pillow under my head. Another small pillow arranged under my pelvis. Catherine sidled up and settled on all fours about three-quarters of the way down. As she knelt, I bent my knees and pushed my hips up so I could slide down the satin panties covering my moist vulva. She reached with her arms and helped pull them lower before I daintily flicked them off with my feet.
Catherine offered me the bottle of lubricant, asking if I wanted to apply it to myself, or for her to rub it into my pussy lips and hole. At this stage, I didn’t want to waste the opportunity of having Catherine’s smooth fingers gliding around my radiating sex.
Coquetishly, I gestured for Catherine to perform the ritual of preparing me for my first encounter with a glass cock. Never mind that it wasn’t warm, fleshy and throbbing; my pussy was all three, and hungry for a firm shaft. Without words, Catherine smoothed the gel along my labia, using two fingers. Tracing up to my quivering clitoris, Catherine circled it several times. With each pass, the sensations heightened as my bud woke. I squirmed from the pleasure. Catherine took the glass dildo in her hand, coating its tapered end with more lubricant. The coloured ridges glinted in the low light cast from the lamp by my bed.
Slowly, Catherine moved the cock to my pussy entrance. With one hand, she rubbed my clitoris, whilst the other eased the head in. Surprisingly, it glided in without too much resistance. I could hear the slick wet sounds as Mr Swirly pushed in and was pulled back out by Catherine. The thrusts were drawn out for the first few minutes while Catherine watched my face to make sure I received only pleasure and no uncomfortable inner bumps. Working her hand rhythmically, Catherine began to twist the phallus in both directions. All the while she fingered my engorged bud with firm digits, circling to ease its hood in and out.
The sensations of the smooth glass ridges sliding against my inner walls were sublime. Along with the tingling desire, Catherine summoned with her motions around my clitoris, they orchestrated a crescendo. My breathing was becoming more rapid and shallow; pressure was building.
“Oh Catherine, I think I’m about to orgasm.”
Catherine was unrelenting as she massaged my inner and outer hot spots in harmony. Clenching my butt cheeks, I grabbed the pillow from under my head and covered my face with it, attempting to smother my groans of bliss.
Catherine slowed down her movements, to allow me to plateau from my dizzying height. I’d closed my eyes while the pillow was over my face. Now I moved it away and blinked shyly as I focused on Catherine’s smiling face.
“Oh my gosh, Catherine. That was intense. No wonder you enjoy showering with Mr Swirly.”
Catherine merely nodded with a knowing smile and passed me some wipes so I could remove the glistening coat of lubricant mixed with my pussy juices. Catherine cleaned Mr Swirly with care, before returning the sculpted glass to its snug box. Her hand touched mine.
“Sleep well, Rhi. You looked so pretty when you were cumming,” she whispered.
Remembering that night, when my legs were turned to liquified jelly at Catherine’s coaxing hands, I lie now on this sleigh bed, sighing as my own phallus of swirled glass nudges its way into my hot pussy. This time, my hands will be the conductor. When Catherine arrives in a few hours, she will welcome a repeat performance, I have no doubt…
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My fiancé and I use glass, we have two, would post a pic but not sure if that’s allowed
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I loved this sexy story from Luv Bunny. She very skilfully builds the sexual tension so it felt like I was being edged towards the moment when Rhi experiences the pleasure of the glass dildo, so expertly manipulated by Catherine. Just like Rhi, I was left in a state of bliss.
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