Page 19 of Beneath the Helmet
I pause it and mentally prep myself. How do I begin?
Guess I’ll just have to experiment. Sucking in a lungful of air to strengthen my resolve, I slowly move the mouse over and click play on the video. Music blasts out of my computer speakers, signaling the beginning of his sensual dance in the rain with his motorcycle in the background.
My right hand gently caresses the back of my neck before slowly dragging down my front, grazing my shirt over my breasts and resting on my stomach.
This feels wrong, but I can’t pinpoint why. I’m not doing anything illegal, so it has to feel wrong onlybecause it’s new and exciting, right? I do my best to convince myself and push past the feeling, shutting my eyes in the hopes it helps with the slight embarrassment creeping up.
His movements clearly play in my mind, feeling even more real than the video now. He’s dancing just for me, motioning for me to come to him as his hips sway back and forth.
My left hand rests tentatively on my chair while my right slides underneath the waistband of my loose grey shorts. Ever so lightly, I trace circles just under, gaining the courage to enter myself.
He lifts his shirt at the same time he pulls me into him, our wet skin making contact with each other. His hips sway against mine, his hands tightly gripping my backside. Lightning and adrenaline burst through my entire body as I take the plunge.
Oh my God, this feels amazing.
One finger stays in me, pulsating with the flow of the music, while my left hand grips the cushion on the chair, forcing me to bend over, my body tensing naturally as I continue. I flatten my right palm and enter a second finger in. A whispered moan escapes my lips, encouraging me to quicken the pace.
Sweet pleasure I’ve never known existed builds and settles in my chest. My skin tightens. I’m going to explode. This build-up is too much.
Heavy breaths and moans mix with the music from his video.
My toes curl as my breath hitches and I experience a release that sends chills and alarming pleasure into every corner and crevice of my soul. It pulses in my fingers as an addicting thrill completely fills me up from head to toe.
Still panting, I lean back in my chair and exit myself, the realization of the power I have to make myself feel this way whenever I want settling in.
Wow. Justwow.
No wonder other girls rave about this. Is this what sex feels like? God, I can only imagine.
The pleasure consumes me completely, my mind devoid of everything else but feeling this over and over and over again. I want to feel it again.My God, did I want to feel that again. Can I do this twice in a row? Does the body allow it?
The music continues echoing into the now steamy air. Sweat trickles down my spine, tickling me as my heightened senses pick up on every small sensation occurring on my skin.
I lean forward and take my shirt off, throwing it on the floor, then stand up, figuring I might as well take my shorts off too. They drop to the floor and with a kick of my foot, land in my laundry basket.
Taking in the new me, my gaze slowly wanders up and down myself in the floor-length mirror, studying it like a map that leads to a destination that’s never been uncovered before. My ab lines cut down to my hips, glistening in the low light of the laptop with sweat. Splotchy red spots trail down from my cheeks onto my chest and all over my back and neck. Is that normal?
The music stops, tossing me violently into a loud silence. Then darkness surrounds me fully as my laptop goes to sleep. Without the music and light seductively keeping me on the high, exhaustion hits me like a truck.
Curiosity gets the better of me though, as I wake my computer to see if my body will let me go again. I exit out of the current video and scroll for a new one, waiting to feel that same sensation. It didn’t take long.
The corner of my lip curls up as wetness pools, confirming I can go another round. Excitement and anticipation build quickly this time.
I stop at a new video where he’s slowly lifting his baggy black t-shirt to reveal a six pack and v-cut, pulling down his biker pants just enough to almost see wherehe dwells beneath them. This is one hundred percent the one I’m going to use.
Maximizing it to full screen, I sit back down and watch him dance to the music, envisioning that he’s seducing me privately. Ready for more, I reach down to my wet essence, flatten my palm and idly draw circles with my fingers right over the top.
Another enticing idea surfaces. My left hand works its way under my bra, squeezing and caressing my breast to the music mindlessly. On their own, my hips start moving, grinding to the music and against my fingers, begging them to go in. I obey and push two in. Fast, immediate tightening signals their acceptance.
I knead my breast harder, pushing into it, leaning my head back in bliss. Lightning and energy well up inside me, pulsing throughout my entire body. It’s not as strong as the first time butGod, it still feels amazing.
My heavy pants and groans come faster, louder this time, intertwining with the music and making the fantasy more real. He grabs me, pulling me into his chest, the warmth of his skin on mine and his tight grip on my arms… that’s all it took this time.
I squeeze my breast hard and grip myself tightly as I pulse to a final finish. Out of breath, I remove my bra and stand to observe myself in the mirror again. My entire face is red along with every single part of my body. Myabs flex from how hard I pant, the muscles still tense from the release, my own scent dripping down my leg.
I feel so empowered. Hot. Different. I want more. I can’t get enough.
But before I get the chance to go again, I’m snapped out of my reverie by the front door shutting downstairs. I’ve never been disappointed to have them home but all I wanted now was to be alone with myself, my thoughts, my body, and the biker on Xypher.
