My First Experience Alone

My friend, Pavlos, works in the hotel industry, and whenever his company opens a new hotel, as a member of the management he has to attend the opening ceremony. This time he would be going to Heraklion for four days. And three nights! When he's away on trips, I crave him and I miss him so much. I love sex, but as for masturbation... The word alone sounded repulsive to my ears. I had tried it a few times, always half-heartedly, and usually I ended up with a feeling of loneliness greater than before.

One day before his trip he bought me a vibrator and left it on our huge bed, the bed that always seemed so empty to me when Pavlos was away. I took it out of the box. It was small and smooth, in a beige color and had the shape of a telephone handset with a handle and a socket for various attachments. One of them was flat and smooth, another had tiny plastic spikes, another was pink in the shape of a hard penis and ended in a long, thin tip like a finger.

All these strange attachments excited me—a machine made specifically for female pleasure. That night Pavlos squeezed me tightly in his strong arms and told me: I'll miss you too, Aneta, but I want you to enjoy it while I'm away from you. Then we made wild love. Pavlos pounded me with a force and energy that I had rarely felt from him before.

My arms, my hips and my legs pressed so hard against him that it was as if we were one body. We came together and I didn't let him pull out of me, I held him tightly on top of me for a long time.

I wondered how I could ever feel like that by myself. On the first night of my loneliness I warmed up a cold meal and instead of watching television, I observed our cat, Cleo. After dinner I felt my body trembling slightly. I undressed, a little agitated, and poured a box of sandalwood bath salts into the hot water of the bath.

The scent was wonderful: clean, sweet and strong like the forest after the rain. When the tub filled with small bubbles, I lit a red candle, turned off the light and lost myself in the intoxicating music coming from the cassette player.

I sat on the edge of the bath listening to the water rushing and the fiery, feverish jazz filling the space and stared, mesmerized, at the confused circle of light in the next room.

I felt a shiver on my hips touching the cool marble of the bathtub. I could feel every part of my skin in the same way I felt every point of my body when Pavlos touched it. What was happening to me?

All this staging I had provided for myself was affecting me in an unexpected and strange way. The bubbles popped softly as I sank into the warm, silky water and my body was flooded by the warmth of my sandalwood bath. My body looked beautiful, shimmering in the successive waves of light and darkness sent by the candle.

My breasts protruded from the surface of the water and my nipples stood out among the bubbles. I caressed them lightly; they were so soft. The nipples hardened and stood erect and I sighed softly. The candle flickered in the room and my sexual mood flared with arousal. In the water my fingers descended below my stomach, to the curly hairs of my tender vulva.

I slid a finger between the lips of my pussy and felt a wave of energy flooding my loins. I rubbed my clitoris and felt a tingling rising up my spinal column.

My pussy grew wet from my juices and I felt as if I were bathing in my own delicious fluids. I closed my eyes and felt myself being swept away, swept away and invading the uncharted world of a blazing erotic dream. I felt safe, warm and exotic as my clitoris tingled and sent feverish shivers throughout my whole body.

It was as if there was a river of white water inside me that was raging and foaming. I slowed my rhythm a little and thought: amazing! I can even control it! With soap bubbles popping and tickling the back of my neck and my hair, I parted the inner lips with my fingers, opened my pussy and began to caress my clitoris, rubbing and squeezing it between my two fingers and tapping it lightly with a third. The feeling of pleasure grew with each tap and the trembling seized my belly, my legs, my buttocks... I moaned softly and thought I would explode.

Oh, ohh, I moaned as I came and a wonderful, sweet orgasm shook me and I leaned back in the bathtub, amazed, happy and satisfied. That night Pavlos accompanied me in my dreams. We made love in my dream and I told him:

"It's so different when I do it by myself. But in its own way it's also wonderful." He smiled at me with that beautiful, diffusive smile of his, approving my words.

I woke up soaked between my legs.

During my lunch break I went to a shop and bought some rose oil. I liked its slippery feel and imagined it smeared all over my body.

That night for dinner I bought a seafood salad from a luxurious shop with prepared foods. It was very expensive, but I felt I deserved to treat myself to a luxurious indulgence. I lit a red candle and dined in the sweet and soft darkness, bringing to mind the bath of the previous night and anticipating the journey to the bedroom that awaited me.

I cleared the dishes and took down the telephone handset. I slowly took off all my clothes and dripped a few drops of rose oil onto my hands and onto my smooth, bare skin.

I anointed with the precious oil the backs of my knees, my elbows, the back of my neck, the dimples at the base of my back, my ankles and my toes.

I wanted to explore every millimeter of my body. The oil seemed to enhance the beauty of my skin, making it shimmer and shine like velvet. My nipples were hard and erect, my tight pink flesh was seized by small waves of goosebumps and my body burned with arousal. It was a soft, quiet night with a light rain caressing the window shutters rhythmically. I opened my legs and inhaled pleasurably my own earthy scent mixed with the intoxicating fragrance of sandalwood and rose oil.

Sliding a finger into my wet pussy, it made a strange wet sound as I pushed it in and out. I lightly tapped my clit, bringing it to life, and soon felt the deep tingling I had felt in the bathroom, but this time it seized me faster and stronger.

My mind blurred. The sensation became so intense I had to slow the pace. I moved my hands and put my fingers in my mouth, tasting my musky and sweet flavor. I recognized the taste that Pavlos's mouth had when he kissed me, after he had gone down and led me to seventh heaven by licking me.

This memory brought delicious shivers to my pussy, which was still trembling and thirsty. The feeling of tingling overwhelmed me. My fingers made their way inside my pussy, exploring in depth its soft, wet lips. Thoughts of Pavlos's tongue inside me made me tremble with desire.

Something inside me was climbing, swelling, and carrying me away even more than the previous night. The oil made me feel even sexier as if I were under the influence of an aphrodisiac.

I stretched my damp legs and my ass and began to rub my clit hard with one finger while the other two went in and out decisively and ever faster deep into my cunt.

I felt I would surpass every limit. My breathing became irregular and came out with difficulty from my chest. My legs trembled until they spasmed. My entire body became stiff and rigid until a scream came out from within me and the world faded from my eyes.

I remained there motionless and lying down for a few minutes, trying to regain my breath.