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A dare to go commando opens up new experiences.
I looked around, trying to breath, to remain calm. The room was only a few feet wide and a few feet deep. There was a wooden bench attached to the far wall so that it resembled a dressing room. There were hooks bolted on both side walls of the room and "U" rings screwed into the floor, but other than that, just like a dressing room at the Gap.
I realized I'd need to find my voice soon so that I could tell her I wasn't interested in girls and that I'd never done anything like this. I just wanted to get something, spend the gift certificate, and go home before I died of embarassment.
Before I could do that, I felt her hand on my shoulder again, then under my hair, then on the back of my neck.
"I've been curious about this one," she pointed to the pink dildo she'd taken from the package, "but I just had my clit pierced and it's too sore for this kind of work out."
"Uh huh," I managed. I felt dizzy.
"So," she giggled excitedly, "I thought we could try it out on you. That way we'll both know if it's worth, ummm," she flipped the box over. "$49.99"
I shifted and found, quite to my surprise, that my panties were a little wet. "I'm, ummm, I'm not a lesbian." Finally. My voice.
She laughed. "I'm not either, silly. I just want to try it out. So neither one of us wastes our money."
I nodded as if this made perfect sense.
"Get up on the bench. Stand on it."
Again, as if I had no control over my body, I found myself grabbing onto the hooks for leverage and hoisting myself onto the bench. I turned to face her. My cunt was now almost directly in front of her face.
"Pull your panties down. All the way." She fiddled with the dildo and put batteries from her pocket into it.
I was wearing a skirt; I'd come by Ms. Kitty's on my way home from work. In fact, I'd stopped every day for the past two weeks. This was the first time I'd made it out of my car and into the store. Anyway, removing my panties would be easy.
I slid them down my thighs and shook my legs until they were around my ankles.
Oh my god, I'd just removed my underwear.
"Wanna be cuffed?" She asked.
The look on my face must have been incredibly funny because she doubled over in laughter.
"Kidding." She snapped the dildo on, the low, growling sound startling us both, and I felt the wetness between my legs grow.
"Spread your legs," she said.
She put her hand on my thigh and I shook involuntarily, goosebumps forming around her fingers.
"Relax," she said softly. "I'll be gentle."
As she stood before me, playing with the many switches on the toy, I took a good look at it. It looked like a penis, a huge pink penis, but a penis just the same. It had nubs up and down the shaft. At the base there was what appeared to be a butterfly, it's wings outstretched. I shivered again.
Her hand was so soft, so much more tender than my husband's, as she massaged my thigh, slowly inching her hand toward my pussy. I spread my legs further apart and bit my bottom lip. She continued, gently rubbing my upper thighs, still holding the dildo in her other hand. Then, in an instant, her head disappeared under my skirt.
"Oh, god," I moaned. She knew what a girl liked, that was for sure.
Her tongue licked my thigh in an upward motion until it reached my clit. She placed it on my pearl and lapped slowly and methodically, the ring in her tongue rubbing and teasing me, making me feel high. She worked me into a good sweat and then switched the dildo on. When it snapped to life, I grabbed the hooks in the walls with my hands and threw my head back.
She pushed my lips apart and inserted it slowly, each ridge bumping along my clit on the way in. It was on a lower speed, just enough to make its presence inside of me known, but not enough to make me cum. It was easily seven inches long and it took her close to three minutes to agonizingly enter me. Once inside, she increased the speed and began to pull it in and out.
Without warning she switched another button and I could feel the butterfly's wings begin to move, gently fluttering against my clit in a steady, rhythmic moti