Maggie’s Slutty Reality Ch. 1.3

Sorry guys, with exams and work I got a little side tracked and when I tried to write this part originally, it sounded forced and cheesy so I decided to write it again. Hopefully you like it so far.

I wanted the feeling to last though and I started by slowly washing my body, every inch of my skin before getting to the parts that I was dying to touch. I grabbed the luffa and poured some body wash into it, one of the few things they left behind. I’ve learned that it had such a tingling sensation when it came into contact with my body. Like a tender tease of every nerve, it came across, a constant low-level vibration with a sensation of warmth that I usually only felt when I was truly aroused. Usually, a situation when I felt like I was on the verge of being caught or pushed past my limits to do something I wasn’t sure of.

I started with my hands, the tingling running through my fingers and slowly up to my wrist as if someone was slowly kissing their way up my arm. I never realized how sensitive and arousing the feeling of someone’s lips on my elbow could be, imagining what I was feeling on my skin. I grabbed my upper arms wishing someone else was grabbing me instead, pushing me back, controlling me, the luffa squeezing its tantalizing suds suddenly over my chest, the shock of both the teasing body soup mixed in with the now cooling water over my breasts and nipples sent shivers down my spine. A sudden coldness as if I was exposing myself in an air-conditioned room.

Throughout all of my experiences I’ve had thus far, I’ve learned that some of my most arousing, sexually fulfilling experiences were ones that not only stimulated my body, but mind as well. Situations that pushed me emotionally, made my heart beat faster, adrenaline pump just a little more and focused my mind everything I was feeling making it that much more intense. I closed my eyes and imagined myself in the local library sitting at one of the enclosed study booths I had used so many times preparing for a test. I had always had fantasies of things I wanted to do, but I worried of what would happen if I had gotten caught and how easily the rumors would get spread around such a small town.

Now I wanted to picture it, I wanted to imagine myself slowly stripping as I let my clothes pile on the floor, my hoodie, followed by my shirt, shorts and underwear. Kicking my sandals to the corner and feeling completely vulnerable. You’d think, enclosed space, what’s the big deal, but you aren’t completely hidden in those cubicles, anyone can see from just below my knees down and to see my bare legs with a pile of clothes would leave very little to the imagination of what I was wearing. That idea alone started turning me on as I began rubbing my nipples at the fear of someone catching me, but I needed more.

I imagined that I got down on my knees and spread my legs, now it wouldn’t just be a misunderstanding that I may be naked, now it was a certainty that I was for anyone that would have caught me. I got onto my knees in the tub and spread my legs as far as I could, the hard tub hurting as I put my weight on my legs but felt it was fitting maybe deserved. I wish I had some kind of dildo to ride but instead just used my fingers as I spread my pussy lips wide wanting to humiliate myself even more. I couldn’t help but think how getting caught would make it even more intense and thought of hearing footsteps that suddenly stopped close by.

In the position I was in, there was no way to tell where exactly the person was, who they were and if they were watching me or just sat at a table nearby to study themselves. But of course, in my fantasy they must have caught me and stopped to watch thinking I had no idea they were there and continuing my slutty public masturbation without a care in the world. I wanted to be watched, I wanted to be caught but maybe in this case I would still have that anonymity I wanted as they could only see me from the waist down and boy did I want to give them a show as I started rubbing my clit wanting to get off for my mysterious spectator.

I know this was all just imaginary but I could feel myself blush at the thought, my heart racing and my skin feeling a cold chill at the shock of pushing my limits and doing such a thing. The situation may have been imaginary but the sensations felt real enough as I shoved two fingers into my hot, wet slit imagining the steps getting closer until I could see a pair of sneakers standing in front of me. This faceless man looking down and watching me doing one of my most intimate of things.

I knew I needed more though, I needed this to be more than just imaginary and got out of the tub and walked over the window in my bathroom. The blinds were completely down and replaced with the original slats that used to be there. I grabbed a hold of the string attached to them with my left hand and pulled until it tensed, knowing that if I pulled just a little it would start to raise exposing me to whomever may be passing by. My bathroom window was right next to the sidewalk and street and if anyone had been walking by or driving by there was a good chance that they would see. The feeling made me start fingering myself again with my right hand, two fingers plunging deep inside of me and curling as they came across my g-spot. Reaching so deep with my tiny hands made my thumb rub around my slit the more vigorously I fingered myself.

My knees felt a little weak as I finger fucked myself and only holding onto the string to steady myself made me pull on it and raise the blinds just a little. The sudden sound of them rising surprised me and I let go of the string hearing the base of the blinds hit the windowsill causing me to jump. My heart started racing and this was the feeling I missed so much, that feeling that I was on the edge of being caught, that one look in my direction, one accidental drop of towel, that feeling that if they just turned the corner I would be exposed was so exhilarating.