"The Videos" By Chrissy Larkin and Jan Ballance
It's morning and the November sunlight streams into our family room. It brings warmth to a house that always seems cold. I'm a housewife and mother and this is my own time. My children are at school and the husband is at work. I hold a cup of coffee in my hand and stand in front of the window as the sun slowly warms my bathrobe and my naked body underneath.
The allure of sex with my husband has long lost its appeal. It's been so long since I've felt tender, romantic caresses. He treats me like a vessel that must be filled. I don't want that. I want words, kisses, a tongue on my hot skin, a smile, a warm embrace.
I look up the hill at my friend Evelyn's house. I crave her companionship and think about inviting her over for a cup of coffee. Her phone rings, but there's no answer, so I return to our sun-filled family room and look at the bare trees.
A familiar ache grows in my loins, in my thighs. I walk over to the TV, pull out a video that lies hidden behind some books and slip it in. Sitting on the couch, I untie the knot and my robe falls open. My body looks inviting in the sunlight and the warmth of the rays increase that tingling sensation.
I pick up the remote and start the video. The hurky-jerky motion settles down and the camera focuses. A woman is sitting on some pillows naked. She is rubbing her fingers in and out and moaning seductively. The hands quicken and the muscles of her thighs begin to tremble. The breathing and moaning deepens and then she grunts as her pelvis lifts off the pillows, her fingers are now buried deep inside and liquid drips off her hand.
I watch myself on the TV, enthralled at how sexual I am. I made the video as a lark, out of boredom and a growing sexual urgency for something new. Now I watch myself all the time. I love my new-found exhibitionism, but mostly I love watching a woman's nakedness and the eroticism of female sex.
I become wet instantly and rewind the video. My fingers are tweaking my breasts and my clit as I begin the movie once again. The first time I watched myself, I realized just how beautiful the female body is. I don't have a fabulous figure, but I love my soft, hairless skin, the gentle curves and the seductiveness of a woman's breasts and loins are incredible, whether they are mine or someone else's.
As I watch once again, I find the yearning for the touch of another woman's body growing inside of me. I think of Evelyn. I take my time, arousing myself, my fingers play a tender tune on my nipples. They quickly grow erect and so I lift one breast to my lips and begin to suck, lick and gently nibble on them. Oh my, that feels so nice. Now my hand opens the folds of my vulva, the fingers grow wet and brush moistly across my aching clit. I repeatedly slurp and suck on my round breast and nipple, and flick and rub my swollen pussy, which is so alive right now. All the time, I'm watching myself, transfixed by the eroticism of my own body on videotape.
The groans coming from deep in my throat escalate as the power of my onrushing orgasm begins its final ascent. Once again, on the screen I see my hips rise up in joyous ecstasy and that's when I let go and explode, letting out forcefully the pleasure that wracks my body. I cry out and the release feels so good.
It's when I let myself slide off the couch and on to the floor, exhausted, that I realize someone is watching. I turn and see a person's back, then hear my rear door shut and see Evelyn retreating quickly towards her house. My mind takes off in a million directions, all in a panic. I actually run to the door, still partially disrobed, and call for Evelyn to come back. But it's too late.
After ten minutes of frantic pacing, I call Evelyn and ask her to come over for some coffee. I don't know what I'm going to say to her. She clearly sounded reluctant, but finally agreed. We greet each other tensely at the door and she apologizes for not knocking. I tell her all is forgiven and say I'm just glad it wasn't a delivery man. We laugh and the ice is broken.
Then I ask if she had been there long, and when she pauses, I know she saw enough. Blushing madly, Evelyn asks what I was watching. "It sounded quite good," she says, giggling. Suddenly I'm stumped. For a moment, I don't know what to say, then tell her it's a masturbation video.
"Could I borrow it?" she asks, repeating how much I seemed to be enjoying myself. Again, I don't know what to say, but can't think of a reason to say no, so I give her the videotape of myself masturbating and tell her to enjoy herself, with a wink.
For the next two days, I'm mad with worry and anticipation, wondering just what have I done. I keep fantasizing her coming over with the video and talking about how it turned her on. Somehow, we end up on the couch together in each other's arms. The fantasy goes off in a dozen different directions after that. Every one of them more graphic and arousing than the last one. Finally, one morning after the kids and husband are gone and I'm once again alone, the phone rings and it's Evelyn. Her voice is shaking a little, but she says she has returned my video and has left something for me on my back porch.
I'm a disappointed she didn't come over, but I say thanks and hang up. Outside I find two videos. One is mine, the other is something else. My mind and pulse begin to race. In seconds, I'm back inside and my clothes are in a pile on the floor as I slip the new video into the machine. My hand is shaking quite visibly.
Evelyn is small with short blonde hair and lovely white skin. She has a wonderful figure, pert little breasts, small hips, and looks late 20's not late 30's. The video begins and she is wearing a lacey, white demi-cup bra, matching v-string and lace-topped, white thigh highs. Evelyn stands about 3 or 4 feet from the camera, grinding her hips, with one hand down the v-string and one on her breasts. Slowly, she backs into an overstuffed wing chair, and slips off the v-string, spreading her legs and bringing her feet up onto the chair.
Leaving the bra on, she concentrates on stroking her puss, which swells and opens as I watch. Her inner lips are larger than mine and when she is fully aroused, they really protrude amd her pussy is very, very red and wet. Then Evelyn pushes her bra up, exposing her beautiful breasts and keeps one hand circling her little nipples, while the other rubs her lips. I watch her dip her little hand into her puss once more for moisture and then she brings it up to her clit, which is very red and erect. She keeps this up for several minutes, her ass moving faster and faster and her moans getting louder, then she just starts pumping fingers in and out of her slit and rubbing her clit with her thumb. Suddenly she comes and I look down and, without realizing it, see my fingers buried deep inside of me. I'm gasping and shaking from my own orgasm. I can't believe it.
The tape goes dark for a moment and then comes back on with Evelyn, wearing only the hose, getting onto her bed. Lying on her back, she strokes her breasts, thighs and pussy for almost ten minutes, finally thrusting upward with her butt in the air, pounding against the palm of her hand, with three fingers inside of her, clearly climaxing very hard. Then Evelyn does something I've never tried. Lying face down on the bed, with her legs spread and the camera about four feet away, and aimed at her pussy, she puts both hands under her pussy and started a fucking movement, grinding her pussy and clit into one hand, while the other strokes her lips. She climaxes again, so quickly this way, and then flips over, pulling a vibrator out from under a pillow and holds it snuggly to her clit, while she finger fucks herself to a final orgasm. When she goes limp at the end of the tape, so do I.
I am breathless, a changed woman. There is a fire inside of me that I know won't be quenched until I have Evelyn in my arms. I have to have her. I want to consume that beautiful, sensuous body. My own body is covered with sweat as the quivering aftershocks of my own orgasms slowly fade away. My pubic hair is matted and wet, my fingers ache and my pussy is sore.
I've never felt so alive before in my life.
THE END
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