Sarah and Brian: A Lonely Afternoon

She loved music; she always listened to the radio, her iPod, mp3s, whatever was handy. Sometimes, though, she got in the mood to REALLY listen to music. She would listen to the singer pour his heart out with the help of guitars, pianos, drums, or whatever else he (or she) thought would help get the point across. The words, the tones, would travel through her, and make her feel whole and powerful and sexy, no matter how shitty the day had gone.

This particular day, she didn't have many complaints, except that her boyfriend Brian was out of town. They'd met a few weeks ago in his bar and really hit it off, and both were surprised and delighted that a one-night stand had blossomed into a relationship.

Now she was listening to a CD while she did the dishes and tidied up her slightly neglected apartment (she spent a good amount of time in Brian's apartment, mainly because it was above his bar, so post-coital drinks could easily be had). This turned out to be a less-than-wonderful idea though, because while she was getting into the music, doing little dances while she put plates and glasses in the dishwasher and enjoying herself, she was also getting her panties a little wet, and Brian wouldn't be back until tomorrow evening to relieve her frustrations.

When she finished her chores in the kitchen, she dried her hands and took a cold glass of lemonade with her as she lounged on her window seat overlooking a little park. Her rent was a little more expensive because of the view, but she loved seeing green, and she also rather liked watching the people travel underneath her window.

The next song that played was her favorite. The song started with a spacey feel, bass beats moving the meandering rhythm along. It didn't belong with the rest of the song, but it was a good "warning" for her that her frustration was about to get worse. The song broke into a mellow guitar line with touches of keyboard accents. She leaned back, stretching out languidly, cupping her tit, and smiling as if Brian was there to see her. She looked like she was part cat. She'd always been jealous of cats because they had such cute ears and paws and tails, not to mention soft fur. She mentioned this to Brian once and he said thought the cats would be jealous of her round ass, great legs, and huge breasts, while caressing the parts in question. The memory made her pussy tingle.

Then the vocals started. The singer had a great voice: not deep, just smooth and sexy. This was sometimes accompanied by other voices that just added to the feeling of the song. The lyrics were full of lust and longing and forbidden pleasure. The hand cupping her breast began to squeeze the nipple, and her other hand traveled under the elastic of the tight little sweat shorts she'd worn to clean in to caress her lady's mound. She surprised herself: her fingers encountered wetness already. She fleetingly thought of her shower head with its long hose and massage feature, but decided she'd rather be in the sunlight, with people ignorantly scurrying below her. She ran her middle finger along her slit, spreading her juices around. She rubbed her clit a little, and then plunged two fingers into her hole, at the same time squeezing her nipple even harder. A moan escaped her lips and she leaned her head back, eyes closed, enjoying the sensation. Her fingers pumped harder, and she added another. The hand that had been teasing her nipple began to rub on her clit, and she worked herself into a frenzy with her fingers.

The song wound down, and then went for a final spin with the chorus, and ended. She didn't even notice. She had four fingers in her pussy, the other hand was rubbing circles over her clit, and she was wondering if her angle was too bad for her to get her whole fist inside. She tried for a moment, and gave up. She wished she'd thought to bring her vibrator before she decided to "get comfortable." Before she despaired of never getting off though, she remembered something Brian had done. She stopped her attention to her clit, and began to run her fingers around her asshole. She wasn't into anal sex (it hurt too much), but when he added attention to her ass when he was going down on her, she went nuts. Slowly, she worked a finger in and gently fucked her ass with her finger. It was hard to coordinate both of her hands at the same time, but she managed, and it felt amazing!

Soon, she felt a massive orgasm building. She pumped harder and faster, and in no time her whole body was quivering in release. Her vagina clamped down on her fingers, and her asshole even squeezed down on her finger. She collapsed back in her window seat, enjoying the afterglow.

Then she ran into her room, grabbed her purple vibrator out of her nightstand, peeled her shirt off, slid her shorts down her legs, and ran to the shower.