Coming Home by Maggie Hill

[I finished writing Open Blinds, just wanted to do a quick one of how I came home today to keep the creative "juices" flowing]

I trudge through the front door, the weight of the world on my shoulders. Another day, another dollar, another round of bullshit at the tourist hotel I work at. As I kick off my shoes, the first thing to go is my white polo shirt, tossed carelessly onto the couch. It clings to my damp skin, the fabric now a wrinkled mess after being stuck to my back all day. Next comes the shorts, those stupid blue ones that were supposed to be comfortable but feel like a straitjacket on my legs. They hit the floor with a soft thud, leaving me in just my bra and panties. The white bra digs into my sides, the cups squeezing my breasts in an uncomfortable embrace. I'd have to remember to pick up a new one on the way home tomorrow. But for now, I just shrug out of it, letting the straps fall from my shoulders.

My fingers graze my sensitive skin as I unhook the bra, letting it fall to the floor. I take a moment to stretch, arching my back and rolling my shoulders, feeling the tension melt away. My nipples harden in the cool air, a pleasant tingling sensation spreading through my chest. I step out of my panties, kicking them aside with a satisfied smirk. I often go commando, but today was an exception. The thrill of potentially getting caught, the forbidden excitement of it all, had been a nice distraction from the drudgery of my job. Now, with my clothes off and my body bare, I can finally let out a deep sigh. I pad over to the bathroom, turning the shower on and stepping under the warm spray. The water cascades over my skin, soothing my muscles and washing away the stress of the day.

As the warm water envelops me, I can't help but think back to the strange looks and lingering gazes I received from some of the guests today. Normally, I blend into the background, a faceless cast member in a sea of tourists. But today, it seemed like a few of them noticed me in a way they hadn't before. I recall the tall, dark-haired man who kept passing by my station, his eyes lingering on me just a fraction of a second longer than necessary. And that smile, oh god, the way his lips curled up ever so slightly as he walked by, making my heart skip a beat. I felt a flutter in my stomach, a sensation I hadn't experienced in a long time, if ever. Was it just my imagination, or did he really find me attractive? The thought sends a shiver down my spine, and I reach down to touch myself, my fingers tracing the curves of my breasts, my hard nipples, my flat stomach.

I continue to explore my body with my hands, my mind wandering back to the mysterious guest. Even if he was married, how he looked at me made me wonder if he might be tempted to indulge in something illicit. At Disney, where the atmosphere is always family-friendly, a brief, secret tryst could be a thrilling escape from the norm. I imagine him leading me to his hotel room, the door closing behind us with a soft click. His hands on my skin, his mouth on mine, the thrill of doing something forbidden.My fingers move lower, tracing the smooth skin of my thighs, the sensitive flesh between them. I'm already wet, my body responding to the forbidden fantasy. I dip a finger inside, feeling the heat and slickness of my arousal. I start to circle my clit, my breath quickening as I imagine the guest's hands on me, his weight pressing me back into the wall.

My breathing grows heavier as I continue to touch myself, the fantasy taking on a life of its own. I imagine the guest's hands roaming my body, his fingers tracing the curves of my ass, his thumbs brushing against my clit. I bite my lip, trying to stifle a moan as I imagine him pushing me down onto the bed, his body covering mine, his hard length pressing against my thigh. My finger picks up speed, circling my clit faster and faster, the pleasure building inside me like a tidal wave. I'm so close, my mind consumed by the thought of being taken by this mysterious stranger, of surrendering to his desires. I imagine him whispering dirty things in my ear, telling me how much he wants me, how he's going to make me feel. With a gasp, I reach my climax, my body shaking as waves of pleasure crash over me.

As the aftershocks of my orgasm subside, I'm left with a lingering sense of dissatisfaction, a feeling that there's still more to explore, more to crave. My mind drifts back to the group of guys who kept eyeing me throughout the day, their gazes lingering on my flushed face and damp skin. I remember the way they snickered and whispered to each other, their leering looks making my skin crawl yet also stirring a forbidden excitement within me. I imagine one of them approaching me, his hand reaching out to touch my cheek, his fingers brushing against my sweat-dampened skin. I picture the others closing in, their eyes hungry and predatory, as they surround me, their bodies pressing against mine. The heat of their touch, the weight of their desire, it's intoxicating, a heady mix of fear and arousal. My hand moves down to my entrance once more, my fingers slipping inside of me with renewed intensity.

I slide two fingers deep, feeling the slickness of my own arousal coating them. I pump them in and out, imagining the rough, calloused hands of the group of men on my body, their fingers exploring every inch of me. I curl my fingers, rubbing against that spot inside that always seems to drive me wild, my hips bucking involuntarily as pleasure sparks through me. My other hand finds my breast, pinching and rolling the nipple between my fingers. I imagine one of the men's mouths on me, sucking and biting at the sensitive peak, his other hand groping my breast roughly. I moan at the thought, my fingers plunging deeper inside me as I imagine the group of them taking me together, their hard lengths rubbing against my skin, their hot breath on my neck. The fantasy is so vivid, so intense, that I'm brought to the brink once more, my climax building like a crescendo.

I slow my movements, pulling my fingers out just as I'm about to reach the peak, leaving me aching and empty. I catch my breath, my chest heaving as I focus on prolonging the anticipation. I want to savor the pleasure, to edge myself until I'm desperate for release, until every touch feels like an electric shock. I start again, this time with a slower, more deliberate pace. I tease myself, circling my clit with just the tips of my fingers, barely grazing my entrance with the pads of my fingers. It's maddening, the barely-there stimulation, but it's exactly what I crave. I imagine the men watching me, their eyes glued to my movements, their breathing heavy with arousal as they wait for me to give in, to surrender to the pleasure they're offering. I continue to edge myself, my body trembling with the effort of holding back, my mind consumed by the dark, forbidden fantasy.

The water of the shower cascading over my body just adds to the intense fantasy. The water pours over my skin, each droplet a sensual caress that heightens my arousal. The steam envelops me, creating a private, intimate space where I can lose myself in the fantasy. I imagine the men's hands on my wet skin, their fingers sliding over my slick body as they explore every curve and crevice. I pick up the pace of my fingers, circling my clit with increasing intensity, the water creating a rhythmic beat that matches my movements. I'm so close, my body trembling on the edge, but I hold back, determined to prolong the pleasure. I imagine one of the men stepping into the shower with me, the water sluicing over his skin as he presses his body against mine. His hardness presses against my stomach, the heat of it searing through the water. He leans in, his mouth finding mine in a searing kiss, his tongue delving deep as his hands roam my body.

As the man in front of me deepens the kiss, I feel a second set of hands on my body, a new presence behind me. I moan into the mouth on mine as a finger traces the curve of my ass, teasing the sensitive flesh. The water continues to cascade over us, the steam filling the shower and fogging the glass walls, creating an air of secrecy and forbidden desire. The man behind me steps closer, his erection pressing against my lower back, the heat of it sending shivers down my spine. His other hand slides around to cup my breast, squeezing the soft flesh as his thumb circles my nipple. I'm pinned between them, surrounded by their bodies, their hands, their heat. The man in front breaks the kiss, his breath hot against my ear as he growls, "You're so wet for us, aren't you?" His fingers slide down to my entrance, teasing the lips before pushing inside.

I gasp at the intrusion, my body clenching around his fingers as he thrusts them deeper. The man behind me continues to fondle my breast, his touch rough and possessive, his erection grinding against my ass. I'm completely at their mercy, my mind reeling with the intensity of the moment. The man in front starts to pump his fingers in and out of me, curling them to hit that sweet spot inside. I cry out, my hips bucking back against the man behind me, seeking more pressure. His hand leaves my breast to slide around to my stomach, his fingers digging into my skin as he pulls me back against him."You like that, don't you?" he growls in my ear, his voice low and husky. "You like being used by two men at once." His other hand moves between my thighs, his fingers finding my clit and rubbing it in firm circles.

My own fingers join the fantasy, mirroring the actions of the men in my mind. I rub my clit in time with the thrusts of the imaginary fingers inside me, the pleasure building with each stroke. I imagine the man behind me grinding his erection against my ass, the heat of it seeping into my skin, and I match that with my own movements, rubbing my fingers over my clit in fast, hard circles. My other hand moves up to my breast, squeezing and pinching the nipple as I imagine the man's hand on me, his touch rough and demanding. I pinch harder, the sensation shooting straight to my core as I imagine the men's hands on my body, their fingers inside me, their hardness pressing against me from all sides. The fantasy is so vivid, so real, that I'm brought to the edge once more, my climax building with each touch, each imagined thrust.

I push two fingers into my pussy, the sensation of being filled sending a jolt of pleasure through me. At the same time, I insert two fingers into my ass, the tight ring of muscle stretching around the invasion. The dual penetration is intense, the fullness of my fingers in both holes sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I imagine the men's cocks replacing my fingers, the thick girth of them stretching me open, the heat of their skin against mine. I picture the man in front of me thrusting into my pussy, his hips slamming against mine as he claims me. The man behind me grips my hips, his cock pushing into my ass, the pressure building as he drives deeper. I moan, my body arching as I imagine the dual penetration, the two men filling me completely. My fingers in my pussy and ass move in time with the fantasy, rubbing and thrusting as I chase my climax.

My moans turn to pleas as the fantasy consumes me, my fingers pumping in and out of my pussy and ass in a frenzied rhythm. "Fuck me, fuck me," I chant, the words escaping my lips as I imagine the men taking me, using me, claiming me. I'm completely lost in the fantasy, my body trembling with the effort of holding back, my mind focused on the intense pleasure building inside me. I imagine the man in front of me grabbing my hips, pulling me against him as he thrusts deeper, harder. The man behind me grips my shoulders, his fingers digging into my skin as he pounds into my ass, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the air. The combination of the dual penetration, the grunts and groans of the men, and the steamy air of the shower, it's all too much, too intense. With a final cry of "Fuck, yes!"

I let go, my climax crashing over me in waves of intense pleasure. My fingers move erratically, thrusting and circling as I ride out the waves, my body trembling and shaking. I imagine the men's cocks twitching inside me, their hot cum filling me up as they find their own release. The fantasy is so vivid, so real, that I can almost feel their warmth spreading inside me, marking me as theirs. I collapse against the shower wall, my chest heaving, my skin slick with sweat and water. I'm spent, drained from the intensity of the fantasy and the pleasure it brought me. As the water continues to cascade over me, I take a moment to catch my breath, to process the aftermath of the fantasy that consumed me. It was exhilarating, intense, and left me craving more, more of the forbidden, the taboo, the thrill of being taken and used by multiple partners at once.

As the warm water continues to flow over my skin, I'm brought back to reality by the sobering thought of my role as a Disney cast member. I'm just an ordinary woman, playing a character in a theme park, not some exotic temptress who can indulge in the fantasies I've just explored. The men in my fantasy were just that - fictional, not real. And yet, the experience left me feeling strangely exposed, as if I'd revealed a part of myself that I'd kept hidden even from my own mind. I step out of the shower, my body still tingling from the afterglow of my climax. As I dry off and get dressed, I can't help but wonder if there's a part of me that craves the forbidden, the taboo. Is it just a product of the fantasy, or is there a deeper desire lurking beneath the surface, waiting to be explored? I shake my head, dispelling the thought.