With a sigh of relief, Lovita lay back in her stretchy hammock. It was dusk and she could finally get a chance to rest in the comfy fabric swing. It had taken her ages to put up, making sure it was holding tight. Then, getting in had been a bit of a tricky manoeuver too—she was achy from a full day of training clients at the gym. Luckily she had flexible limbs and a body that easily did her bidding, even when tired.
With the tension of the day finally ebbing away, Lovita stretched her smooth legs, pointing her toes up. She could see the darkening sky, hear cicadas humming and she breathed in the fresh air. Lovita felt a bit like a kitten, luxuriating in comfort; she took in her surroundings peaceably.
Her pale skin matched the creamy hue of the hammock fabric almost perfectly. If she hadn’t been wearing her cute little jumpsuit she would have blended right into it. If she were naked, only her darker lips and nipples would stand out in the dim light…
It felt delicious wriggling into the cotton fabric and getting cosy. Though her outfit actually felt a bit restrictive, now she came to think about it. Maybe she could loosen some buttons, get some air on her overworked body. Her pert little breasts were always eager to be free and Lovita figured that she’d positioned her hammock in a secluded enough area of her patio to get away with letting them out.
She knew her local area well, it was quiet and she was comfortable enough in her own skin. Being naked was second nature to Lovita—she grew up in the countryside where nobody was around to judge or point fingers; her own bohemian parents never raised an eyebrow and she’d had lots of freedom.
Lovita dreamily unbuttoned a couple of the delicate top buttons on her orange jumpsuit, pursing her lips into rosebuds as she did so. These little pearl things were so fiddly. The fabric opened up though, and her coral nipples escaped happily. She smiled at them—they were always so cheery looking when they were erect.
Lovita rubbed a fingertip against each of her nipples lazily. Her eyes fell closed and her lashes fluttered. It always felt good to stroke herself—and the air had a little bite to it which was pleasant against her warm body. She was somewhere between feeling dozy and low-level horny. It was too late to take a nap though and too early to go to bed. Maybe she could have a moment of indulgence and give herself an orgasm as a reward for a hard day at the gym.
It seemed worth marking —she’d taken on several new clients since starting her personal training business, and this week was the first with 100% attendance from all. A cold glass of bubbly would really hit the spot, she thought. Although it felt like a bit of effort to get up and grab a drink, she was happy to complete the perfect tableau.
Extricating herself from the hammock but not bothering to cover up her lightly bouncing breasts, Lovita padded through to her little galley kitchen, enjoying the feeling of grass and tile on her feet.
As she poured from her favourite bottle into a crystal flute, she glanced idly at her bare toes. Her nails were painted a glossy shade and they reminded her of another glossy item she could do with…
Making a detour to her bedside table, Lovita headed back to the jasmine-fragranced garden with some goodies in hand. She put down her flute and climbed daintily back into the hammock. Her aches were a distant memory—now that she had some frolicking in mind, she was all abuzz. The glass dildo she’d picked up was now warming up a little with her body heat.
The wine went straight to Lovita’s head. It always did. She was petite and had no tolerance for alcohol but that’s what made it so fun. She lolled her head back and let the sensation of loosening run through her body. She licked her lips and ran her fingers through her silky hair, letting the dildo rest against her breasts.
She knew she made a sexy picture; it would be fun to film herself one day. She could dress up in some outrageous lingerie and take some steamy erotic movies of self-pleasuring. Lovita liked thinking of watching her own face on film and in different positions—perhaps it was vain but she fully appreciated her own body. She worked hard to keep it just the way she liked it. Looking at herself in a mirror while she pleasured herself always made her come even faster. There was something incredibly erotic about watching yourself writhe in orgasm.
Lovita let her fingers run down her body. Her nipples were tight and her belly button also felt sensitive. She was wet already. She always got extra horny when she drank. She pulled up the back of her jumpsuit to feel the lace of her underwear. It was such a hot sensation. She loved both leather and lace against her skin, but today had been a day for delicate underwear.
Maybe she’d wear her leather harness at the weekend. It would be appropriate for the hammock. Could she use it as a sex swing?
Gripping her large dildo Lovita giggled to herself. She dipped one end of it into her fizzy wine, then drizzled it into her mouth, one drop at a time. So naughty.
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She licked the tip with her dextrous tongue so that her saliva coated it lightly. There wasn’t any need for lube today.
She pushed the glass against her nipples, feeling the stickiness of her saliva and gasped lightly. The coral nubs stiffened even more than they had before.
Lovita worked her way down her body, squirming delightedly as the dildo glided easily to her eager mound. She knew her clit was swollen without even touching it and the combination of her fingers and smooth glass was perfect on it. She increased the pressure and felt the blood pump around her body as she started bucking around in the hammock.
The movement of the swing was erratic and she lost herself in the sensation. A lack of control meant she wouldn’t come too fast. She liked to make it last. A long slow orgasm was one of life’s great delights and she wanted to savour it.
Her hair stuck to her face, momentarily distracting her. She blew a strand of it away and refocused on her pleasure. The toys she had were always fun to play with. The last time she’d used this particular dildo had been when she was being a bit of a perve with her next-door neighbours.
She remembered the day vividly; it had been particularly cool for a summer evening and she’d run a bath to warm herself up—and to get a little frisky.
Lovita had been inspired by the peek she’d got at her new neighbours. They were a hot lesbian couple and friendly too; as soon as they’d finished unpacking, they’d turned up at her door with a muffin basket to introduce themselves. You couldn’t make it up.
The taller of the two was raven-haired and cute in a commercial way, big doe eyes and round curves that hinted at a deeper sensuality. The younger and shorter of the couple had darker eyes and multiple piercings. She was slimmer, with a dancer’s physique. They looked striking together, a wet-dream pairing and were even wearing matching denim shorts.
“Hi, we’re your new neighbours,” the tall woman had said. “I’m Maxie and this is Ling.”
They had both grinned at her.
“Do you need a hand with anything?” Lovita had asked, knowing full well her offer of help was already too late.
“No, we’re all settled, thank you,” said Maxie holding out the basket.
“It should be me bringing you home-baking.” Lovita laughed while reaching for the muffins. Chocolate was a weakness of Lovita’s. And free pastries were a win since she hadn’t been grocery shopping for a while.
“These are wonderful!” She had taken an appreciative bite and nearly swooned. “Maybe I can invite you both for dinner once you’re a bit more settled.”
They’d agreed to reconnect another time and Lovita had gone on with her day, feeling satisfied at the sugar hit. From her lithe body, you wouldn’t know she ate like she did. But Lovita was very grateful to have the metabolism she had inherited, and of course the career she’d chosen. Her perfect milky skin never broke out either.
Later that same evening Lovita had noticed she could see the neighbouring couple fooling around in their kitchen next door. They’d clearly been making dinner—various candles and spices littered the countertops—but that had been abandoned at some point when they’d started necking.
Their kitchen was only dimly lit, but the view Lovita had from her downstairs bathroom window was unobscured. She wouldn’t have seen them unless she’d gone in just then to wash her hands which were a little sticky from another of the delicious muffins.
Lovita was transfixed at the sexy serendipity; she’d lingered in the bathroom, feeling like a minx but enjoying the show they were putting on.
She’d seen Maxie shimmy out of her own shorts before pulling down her partner’s. They’d both been wearing underwear that shimmered in the candlelight.
Ling was wearing something gold that looked like a Brazilian cut, showing off her excellent ass cheeks, while Maxie was in more conventional silky panties. They both had gorgeous bodies and Lovita found herself pushing closer to the window, wanting to see what else would be revealed.
The girls were French kissing deeply, up against a kitchen counter. Each of them were gripping the other’s bottom and Lovita imagined little noises of pleasure. She could almost hear them, gasping and moaning in heat.
Ling had turned Maxie around now, so Lovita could see both their faces. Their eyes were screwed shut in ecstasy. Ling was rubbing her breasts against Maxie’s back and nuzzling the nape of her neck.
Ling’s hands were sneaking up Maxie’s top—kneading her under the thin layer. It was alluring and yet unfair. Lovita desperately wanted to see this without the clothing in the way.
Then her prayers were answered and she’d gotten an eyeful of Maxie’s big, round breasts as Ling ripped off her faded t-shirt. They were encased in a green silky bra that matched her knickers. The bra had a balcony effect, making her boobs appear like they were about to fall out.
It was mesmerising. Lovita wished with all her heart that Maxie’s nipples would pop out. Would they be dark? Would they look like chocolate chips?
Both women’s hair was mingling as they continued to rub their faces and necks together. The dark strands of each were tangling sexily.
Ling had kept on her halter-neck top but her hands were still massaging Maxie’s curves. She coaxed down Maxie’s green bra-straps until they fell limply to the side, and finally, gloriously, Maxie’s large teardrop breasts were exposed. They were heavy and luscious. Ling moved to Maxie’s front and half-kneeled so that she could kiss and lick those tight, sexy nipples. They were dark and Lovita had fervently wished she could be there too. To get a taste—to feel her own nipples graze against Maxie’s.
They stayed in the kitchen for another few minutes, long enough for Lovita to get thoroughly over-heated. Her own hand had snuck into her panties and she’d been drenched. She’d been so turned on that she didn’t even know if she could wait to get comfortable before getting herself off. But her nature was methodical and she liked to do things leisurely, so she’d run a bath, her mind full of the delicious images she’d seen.
Her head almost couldn’t comprehend how sexy the scene her neighbours played out had been. She was going to remember and relive every moment. Lovita reached for her favourite dildo and climbed into the tub with it.
The bath was steamy—perfect to counteract the chill of the night—and she envisioned herself in the kitchen with her horny-as-hell neighbours. The bubbles lapped at her soft skin and she let her imagination run riot.
Would they have invited her in if they’d seen her at her little bathroom window peeking at them? She loved the idea that one of them—Maxie with her gloriously popping out boobs perhaps—would have made eye contact and held it with her while her partner lapped at her. Starting at her large, sensuous breasts, moving down her flat belly and then maybe even licking her out. Lost in their private pleasure, but acknowledging Lovita’s presence with a sly wink at the end.
Maybe even after staring at them for a while, Lovita would have flashed them herself. She could have pushed her pinky-peach nipples against the cold bathroom window and licked her lips slowly, provocatively. They could have put on a mutual show, house to house. The idea was thrilling.
Lovita was frustrated at missing the end of their sexy interlude. What would have happened in their bedroom, she wondered? She imagined that Ling would have been the one to continue the hard work of seduction. Maxie would have laid back in their large bed—perhaps they had silk sheets, the colour of red wine—and have been attended to.
Lovita could see their boudoir in her mind’s eye. A string of fairy lights threaded through a four-poster bed. Dark, erotic art on the walls and some kind of heavy jazz music playing on the stereo. She would be a pervy fly on their wall. The girls would spread themselves out on the chartreuse sheets and move confidently through their scene.
Maxie on her back, in repose, Ling climbing all over her. They would start with just their hands and lips, enjoying the taste of each other, taking their time and exploring. Maybe later, one of them would gather some massage oil and they would rub each other with it. Ling would lie spread-eagled on Maxie and roll her entire body against hers, up and down, side to side slowly and tantalisingly.
Once they were thoroughly oiled up, Ling would bring out a heavy hitter. A vibrator that was double-ended perhaps. One of those big, thick silicone jobs that could start off gently and then be adjusted according to how hot and rowdy they wanted to get. Lovita imagined Ling warming it up for Maxie. She could see in her mind’s eye how Ling would spread Maxie’s legs and nudge at her folds, exploratory at first, and then insistent in her need.
Both of them would have heavily dilated eyes and would be gasping for breath. Maybe one of them would then open a window so that their sex noises would travel in the night air. Lovita loved the idea of that—catching the groans and keens of pleasure. It would be like getting an audio show to match the visuals in her mind.
She imagined the vibrator again; half engulfed in Maxie’s wetness and waiting for Ling to mount it. She was slim and Lovita imagined that her dancer body would move as lightly as a feather. She’d rock herself onto the vibrator, delicately and then they would find a rhythm.
The pulsing of the machine would be irrelevant as the two of them created their own speed and thrusting pattern. They would shake with impending orgasm and she could see how they would come in their individual ways. Maxie would be breathy and loud—“Oh, Oh, OOOh”—while Ling would make a noise like a mewling cat.
Lovita in her bath that day, had delighted in the sounds and sensations she was imagining. She wished she were in that bedroom next door but still had enough pleasure in her present moment. Her own glass dildo was slick in the soapy water. It pushed and pulled at her pussy, creating a glorious suction effect.
Her body was reacting so strongly to the prolonged excitement. She loved how fully absorbed she was in her sex and gave in completely to herself. She shuddered magnificently to a toe-tingling peak, the bubbles sloshing slowly to the floor as she gave a low satisfied cry.
The erotic high she had reached that day was skewered through with a sense of naughtiness; not only at the scene she had caught of the lesbians in the kitchen, but then also the fantasy she’d built up. The outrageousness of the whole situation still tickled her.
In the hammock, Lovita took pleasure in reminiscing over the story she had built around the bedroom antics next door. The previous sensation of being cocooned in the hot bath water synced beautifully with how she was held now in the hammock fabric. Lovita held the memory tight and squeezed her pussy hard around the thick glass as her orgasm rose and ravaged her until she was breathless.
She still had to invite the girls for dinner. She’d seen them a few times but only in passing. Maybe this weekend was the time to have them over. Have them over her sofa perhaps…
The End
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