I went to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of wine and then stepped out onto our back porch. Our porch was sheltered from the neighbor’s view, so there really wasn’t any way someone could be looking at me, but that didn’t matter to me. I was outdoors on a warm late afternoon and I felt naked, even if it wasn’t completely true.
I lay back on a chaise longue, setting the wine glass alongside. After a couple of sips of wine I released the belt on my robe. Now each time I reached down for my wine, I could feel my robe sliding away from my body. After about three more drinks my robe was completely open and my wineglass was empty. “Oh my. I should have brought the bottle,” I said.
I hopped up and walked casually back to the kitchen, my robe open and my boobs swinging as I walked. I smiled as I thought about how shocked Larry would be to see this. Returning to the deck with the bottle, I refilled my glass and lay back on the chaise longue enjoying my nudity.
After another glass of wine, I began to softly massage my breasts. “Oh fuck, that feels nice,” I said aloud. Then I remembered that even if the neighbors couldn’t see me they could hear me. “Naughty, naughty,” I whispered.
Now I was roughly massaging my tits and pulling on my engorged nipples. “Oh fuck yes,” I whispered. Then I let my right hand drift slowly down to my newly shaven pussy. “Oh, so nasty. No hair. No hair at all. Just my fat, swollen, slippery, wet pussy lips, and . . . gasp . . . my hard, needy clit.”
Now I had my legs pulled up so my heels were on the cushion and my knees spread as wide as I could get them. Both hands were busy with my sex now, three fingers of one hand relentlessly fucking my drenched cunt, and the fingers of the other hand lightly massaging my clit.
“Oh, oh, oh. Yes. . . . Yes . . . Oh shit. So fucking good!” Now I didn’t care who was watching or listening. I just wanted to get myself off. “How could this get any nastier?” I asked myself. Lying on my back porch my robe thrown open so I essentially naked and masturbating in front of god and everyone.
I let myself just cruise and enjoy what I was doing for a good five minutes or so. And then I realized that I was holding myself on the edge of a cliff. A cliff I couldn’t sustain. So I just let myself fly off the cliff with a scream loud enough to have come from any of the houses on the block (at least that is what I told myself later). As I climaxed, my back was arched, my fingers jammed into my cunt and my other hand pressing down hard on my spasming clit. Fuck, what a climax!
I lay on my side curled in fetal position for a long time. Eventually I rolled to my back and stretched. “Yes! Yes! Oh god yes. Life is good again.” I kicked my feet like a little kid and I didn’t care who heard what. Life was good again.
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Parent Post: Descent into Depravity – Author: Bluepen451
- Descent into Depravity - Chapter 1.2
- Descent into Depravity - Chapter 2.1
- Descent into Depravity - Chapter 2.2
- Descent into Depravity - Chapter 3.1
- Descent into Depravity - Chapter 3.2
- Descent into Depravity - Chapter 4.1
- Descent into Depravity - Chapter 4.2
- Descent into Depravity - Chapter 5.1
- Descent into Depravity - Chapter 5.2
- Descent into Depravity - Chapter 5.3
- Descent into Depravity - Chapter 5.4
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