Sophie To Herself

Published by A. Miles at Smashwords

Copyright 2011 A. Miles

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Sophie To Herself

Sophie had been thinking about the evening the whole day. It would be her evening, to herself, to treat herself however she wanted.

Work had been hard. Johnson, her boss, had been extra hard on her, dumping piles of paperwork that had to be 'sorted and filed before you leave, Ms Jones'. In order to finish work on time, she had skipped lunch. Now, as she was on the train home, she realised she was quite hungry.

Finally home, Sophie opened the door, picked up the post from the floor. She kicked off her shoes, sending them flying across the hallway, landing untidily by the stairs. She didn't care where they were, her feet ached, and just wanted the damn things off them. Putting the post, mostly junk on the table, she went up her stairs and into the bathroom.

Although she lived on her own, Sophie still had the habit of locking the door. This was just a habit she'd acquired. The bathroom was mostly white, but broken up by the various ornaments on shelves and pictures on walls. Sophie pulled the cord for the shower, and whilst it warmed up, she started to undress herself. The blouse came off first, revealing a smooth white bra, which seemed to hide her round nipples quite well. This was fortunate, as Marty at the office was a bit of a leery type, looking at all the girls' blouses, especially their tits. He probably thought he must have been subtle, sneaking glances, but all the girls knew he was a bit of a tit-perv. She unclipped the bra, releasing her boobs, which she would describe herself as a 'handful'. Not large, but big enough for a man’s hand to grasp in the heat of passion.

Unzipping the side of her skirt released it from around her waist, and allowed it to drop to the floor. Her silky white panties were next, and they exposed her trimmed pubic hairs and fine pussy.

The shower was steaming now, and she stepped in, naked. The warmth of the water shocked her initially, running over her shoulders, her breasts, down over her stomach and legs. Sophie grabbed the bottle of shower gel and poured some into her hand.

The gel was cold to the touch when she placed it on her breast, and she started to massage it in. Feeling her hands running over her nipples was incredibly sensuous, and started to turn her on. Her other hand felt it's way to her pussy, gliding over her stomach, reaching tenderly for her lips. Wandering hands deftly found what she was looking for, and started to rub. Her other hand, which had been lathering her breasts, now found one of her nipples, and she clamped it between her finger and thumb, twisting slightly.

The feeling of both playing with her nipples and rubbing her pussy was sending her wild with excitement. She played with herself some more, making sure the feelings would stick with her, before continuing to wash away the stresses of the day.

After the shower, and having wrapped herself in a smooth towel, she raided the fridge. Finding a bowl of stew, and a nicely chilled bottle of white wine, she settled herself on the luxurious velvet sofa. The desire to turn the television on was strong, but she resisted. Instead, she eat some of the now reheated stew, and had poured herself a generous glass of wine.

She was feeling horny as hell. Something had to be done about it.

A quick trip upstairs to her room had found her 'friend', a nine-inch purple vibrator. It had been a tease gift from a friend, something she'd never expected to use. The lack of male interest had put paid to that, and she found it a wonderful way to ease the aches of the day, and also the sexual urges she found herself with from time to time.

She was wet, wet with anticipation of making herself climax this evening. Taking a few large gulps of wine, she turned the vibrator on. The buzzing seemed loud without the television on, and it startled her. The sensations, however, were simply electric. All she could do was let out a stifled gasp as the vibrator buzzed on her clitoris, giving her the most wild sensations.

With her hands, she let the vibrator dance over her pussy, increasing her arousal, driving her to the edge of an orgasm. The desire to finish it all now was strong, but she lifted off at the last moment. It was still early in the evening. There would be plenty of more time to play. She reached down and picked up the crystal glass, containing the last sips of wine.

A refill is required, she thought.

She picked up the bottle, and poured another glass. When she had finished, she picked up her friend, the bottle and the glass and made her way upstairs. In her bedroom, she had a queen-size oak four-poster bed, her pride and joy. It was a real joy to wake up each morning and face the day with the lace hanging down, tied off at each corner. The way she described it was 'waking up like a princess'.

The wine was placed on the bedside cabinet, and she took a taste of it from the glass before placing it next to the bottle. The vibrator, in her other hand, was switched on again, and quickly found it's place again on her clitoris. She gasped, remembering the tremors of excitement from before wash over her again.

The vibrator was allowed a brief dance over the extremities of her pussy before being guided deep with her. A sharp intake of breath accompanied the plunging of the buzzing head into her vagina, causing ripples of excitement across her whole body. Slowly the vibrator went in, buzzing becoming a humming, then nothing as it went slowly further in. A moan of pleasure came from her lips.

“Oooh, that's good.” she murmured, as the vibrator was guided out, then back in.

“I'm sure gonna fuck myself tonight.” she said to herself, plunging the purple buzzer back in.

The rhythm increased, building herself to a climax.

'This can't be all', she thought to herself, and she slowly drew to a halt. Sophie pulled the vibrator out, wet with her juices, and gave it a lick.

'Boy, I love the taste of my own juices', was her next thought. Her hand went down to scoop some more from her pussy.

The wine helped it all go down smoothly. By now she was feeling the effects. Turning the vibrator back on, it soon found it's home deep in her pussy, giving her pleasure in ways that no man could. Her free hand found her clitoris, and, wet with the juices of her pussy, she started to rub it.
She quickened the pace with the vibrator, and soon had bought herself to a climax. Whilst she came down from the shuddering orgasm, she helped herself to more wine, and opened the drawer to the bedside cabinet. Inside, she found a jar of lubricant.

'This will do the job', Sophie thought, opening the lid.

She scooped a small amount on her fingertips, and pulled her legs up into the air. Her fingers went towards her pussy, and past it to the opening of her anus. The wet, juicy fingers played with the opening before one forced it's way in.

A former boyfriend had tried to have anal sex with her before. She had been reluctant, but after much persuasion, had relented. It was an experience, she had said after the first time. It had hurt, but it had been like nothing else she had done sexually.

Now her finger was deep in her own ass, and she figured it was loose enough to let her 'friend' in to play there. The vibrator was lubricated with gel from the jar, and placed on the tip of her anus.

Taking a breath, she started to slide it in. The vibrator was cold to start with, and her ass was tight, but the buzzing monster soon warmed up and she started to relax, allowing the pleasure of feeling something up her other hole.

The free hand had been playing with her own nipples, but had worked it's way sensuously down to her still-wet pussy. Fingers found her clitoris, and gave it a rub, moistening them before placing two fingers in her pussy.

When she was younger, the thought of playing with herself was abhorrent, an ugly thing. A boyfriend named Max had changed all that. He had encouraged her to play with her own body, what turned her on, felt good and wonderful.

Now she was feeling the results of that. Waves of pleasure kept building up. Sophie kept thrusting the vibrator in her ass, and pumped her fingers into her pussy as fast as she could. She was gasping now, panting as each wave of pleasure became more intense than the last.

The thrusting of the vibrator became stronger, the fingering in her pussy increased in speed, and her gasping became shallower.

Finally, she could bear it no longer. She closed her eyes tight, the feelings in her pussy, her ass and the tingling all over herself gave her an orgasm. Shuddering, shaking, she momentarily cried out loud.

The feelings started to dissipate, and she let her hands relax, leaving the vibrator where it was. The last thing she hazily remembered doing that evening was pulling the duvet over herself.

Sophie does a lot more, and A. Miles is currently compiling more of her adventures. Be sure to keep him in mind at smashwords.