Archive-name: Solo/allalone.f
Archive-author: Lena
Archive-title: All Alone


	That particular night I planned to just sit back and
relax. I had a bottle of wine and it was warm enough I could
have left all my clothes off if I wished. I ended up in an old
t-shirt. I might as well have been naked though, because when I
sat down in my easy chair and lay one leg over the arm, my shirt
pulled up almost to my waist, exposing everything it should have
covered. Little did I expect that by the end of the night the
shirt would not be all I would take off.

	My older brother Luke has always been close to me and we
share with each other those things of our own we think the other
needs or would enjoy. Sometimes it's eerie the way we know what
is on the other's mind. He must have known I was going to be
alone that night because he had dropped off a VHS tape with a
note to call him in the morning to let him know my reaction.

	I had enjoyed x-rated movies before, some with Luke. The
first time he brought one over, I couldn't believe my eyes. By
the time we finished watching the movie my mouth was so dry I
could hardly swallow, but my pussy was so wet I'm sure my dress
was damp where it had fallen between my legs. I'm also sure Luke
knew what I had on my mind. He brought over others for me after
that and I always looked forward to each new movie. I loved to
watch the guys fucking and licking the girls in the films and I
especially liked to pretend it was on my stomach or on my tits
their semen spilled. I dreamed of rubbing it into my skin, my
pubic hair, my pussy lips and then sucking my fingers until
their  wetness was licked away. But I hadn't watched one in
months. So I especially  looked forward to an evening of fantasy
as I took Luke's movie out of it's  container and slipped it
into the recorder.   

	The film I put in the player that night, however, was
not what I anticipated. This one did not have guys. It was only
about girls.

	It might have been the wine. It might have been the dim
light. Or it might have just been my mood. In any case, as I
watched the movie, I gradually realized my breathing had become
shallow and I could almost feel my heart beat beneath my breast.
As the women touched each other and kissed each other and rubbed
their breasts against each other, I became aware of a part of
myself only hinted at before. I found myself wishing I was with
them. That it was my skin being stroked; my lips being kissed.
My face became hot and flushed. I looked over my shoulder as
though to see if anyone was there, watching, reading my
thoughts.  My shirt became moist with perspiration and as its
cloth touched my nipples  they became so sensitive I found my
hand moving beneath the cloth, cupping the  soft underside of my
breast, my fingers gently squeezing each to make sure the
feeling I was experiencing was really coming from me.

	Then two of the girls in the movie moved to the shower,
began bathing each  other and as they rubbed the soap on the
others bodies I became aware of my  other hand slipping between
my own legs, pressing hard against myself,  trying to hold in
the response that was beginning to rise within my body. After 
soaping thoroughly they began to shave each others pubic hair.
When they  finished, they moved to the bedroom to continue their
embraces. As I watched  their lovemaking and gazed upon their
newly shaved pink pussies, I experienced  my first orgasm. I
found my hand drenched with my own wetness. My breasts ached as
I pressed harder against them with my hand and arm. And when I
finished I  knew what I wanted, at that moment, more than
anything else; and I knew the  evening would not be completed
until I had been satisfied.

	I rewound the tape to the beginning of the shower scene,
turned the TV and  recorder off and moved to my own bathroom. I
lit some candles, saved in the  bathroom for special nights,
turned off all the other lights and filled the  tub with water,
scenting it with a soothing bath oil Luke had given me. The 
t-shirt came off as I slipped into the warm water and felt its
gentle caress.  As I lay in the water remembering the scenes of
the shower and recalling the  vision of the newly bared mons and
lips, my body took on a new sensitivity.  Each nerve seemed more
alive than ever. The soap became a lover as it used my  own hand
to stroke my body. Soon my attention was turned to my own pubic
hair.  I have never had very much and what is there is sparse
and soft. Because of  the blond color, it seems almost
invisible. But that would not be enough. I  knew every hair must
be removed. The soap was applied and as the razor glided across
my skin, the threatened sharpness brought a new awareness within
the  delicate tissue. Sensuality was joined by a veiled
perception of fear. Starting  at the top and then moving down
and back, I paid special attention to the small  fine hairs
around my clitoris and between the lips. The area below the
vagina  and around my ass was also shaved. When finished, I lay
back in the water, my  eyes closed, and ran my fingers across
the now smoothed pussy confirming that  indeed all its hair was
gone.

	I'm not sure how long I remained there, but finally I
moved to the bedroom and toweled myself dry. A softly perfumed
lotion was obtained from the dresser and  I returned to the TV
room, this time without the t-shirt. A record of gentle  music
was selected and placed on the player. The TV and video were
started but  without sound as I realized the only words I wanted
to hear would be my own  thoughts. As the scenes repeated, I
applied the lotion. First across my chest  and then cupping each
breast with one hand, I began to stroke the upper  sensitive
skin with the other, moving closer with each caress to the
areola and  nipple. As my finger applied just a drop of the
lotion to the surrounding pink  areas, my nipples and the small
papilla around them began to project out. But  they were not
hard. Instead they had taken on a softness and sensitivity I had
 not experienced before. I had to stop. As the women on the
screen made love to  each other I realized the only way I could
join them would be within my mind  and the TV images had become
a barrier instead of a door to fulfilling my  fantasy. 

	I turned everything off and returned to the bedroom.
Laying on the bed, in the darkness, I became aware of my body in
a new way; almost as though it had an existence of its own. My
hand returned to my breasts and I found them even more sensitive
than before. I grasped the nipples between my fingers, gently
pulling and twisting. A breath of warm air blew across my naked
body. A soft ache entered my pelvis. My hand move down my
abdomen. Slowly the tips of my fingers began to brush across the
newly shaved mons. A moan escaped from me. It was  like a voice
from another area of my mind, an echo from another existence. I
continued down to my labia, along the sides and then between.
But now I didn't need a lotion. The juice from my pussy was
flooding and as I caressed my newly smoothed softness I found
there was nothing to compare with my own silky cream. My fingers
found their way to my mouth allowing my tongue to taste and lick
the passion from their tips. As they returned to my pussy, I
felt a strange and freighting feeling begin to rise within my
body. The palm of my hand pressed against my clitoris as my
fingers slipped between my lips and into the depths of my
vagina. I began to massage the soft ridges within me. My legs
came back  as the other hand sought my now swollen lips and
clitoris. 

	My strokes began slowly, but soon the difference between
slow and fast became meaningless as I began to lose control. The
feeling within my pelvis had taken over. My heart ached from its
pounding and I had to gasp for air because I forgot to breathe.
Two, three, then four of my fingers found their way into  my
pussy as it pleaded for more. Perspiration covered me. A musky
odor mixed with the smell of perfume and my own body became a
stimulant to my senses as my mind exploded with sensations.
Then, within me, I felt the inner ridges of my vagina smoothed
out and open as though expecting a gift. At the same time, the
outer area tightened and began to spasm with urgency and
ecstasy, trying to prevent any escape. I heard a scream and
realized it was my own. Juices poured from me as I began to rub
and spread them over my body, my breasts, my arms, my face. I
put some on my nipples, pushed my breast towards my mouth and
used my tongue to lick it off. My hands caressed every part of
my body. I was insane with a rapture of sexuality. My orgasm had
taken complete control of my mind and body. I was its prisoner,
it was my lover and I responded in any way it demanded.

	I can't tell you how long this went on but slowly the
fog of sensuality was replaced with an overwhelming need for
sleep. As I fell into a deep sleep, I thought of Luke and how I
was going to explain my response to his movie. I also wondered
if there was anyone else I could share it with.

	Good night and sleep tight.

						Lena

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