Nora could use a moment to herself

Nora bit her lip. She has been a little stressed as of late, she could use a moment to rest and indulge in a little... relaxing delight. Poking her head up and swivelling around, she looked if there was anyone within earshot. Satisfied that noone would stumble upon her fun, she unbuckled her trousers, letting them down just enough to expose her steaming, pink pussy to the cold air. She quivered in delight at this clash of coolness and heat. Her fingers began to touch the ever gently puffed up lips, caressing them with gentle strokes, before touching upon just the cusp of entering, her hips jerking with each tease of ingress. She wasn't sure why she were teasing herself when she needed release this bad, but it felt good.

"A-aah..." She quietly moaned to herself, rolling her eyes and biting her lip, giving herself a dumb look on her face.

She grabbed the dildo, more than ready to start, and eased the tip between the folds of flesh, sending tingles of goosebumps up her arms and neck. She pushed it in until only a nub stuck out, her face contorting a trying so hard not to moan with each inch inserted. She let it stay there for a moment, savouring this nice, warm moment. She thought she must look quite funny to someone watching, with her pants rolled down and legs splayed wide, just sitting there with an arm acting as a pillar behind her back, making faces. It would be nice if they joined in, but alas, noone was there. Besides, Nora didn't consider herself a slut. She wouldn't be angry at them, but...

She stifled a moan as she pulled it out with resistance, her body unwilling to give it up, her cooch so tight. It partly exited with a wet 'shlorp!', causing Nora to pant and accidentaly let a drop of drool to dribble down the side of her lip. She pushed it in once more, and out again. Her thighs tightened like a vice. Each insertion made her hips buck upwards. She occasionally twisted it, or sent it on an askew path, letting it poke and grind and rub in different sensitive spots, each touch made her groan and mumble. At some point her arm buckled and she fell on her back, but she hardly noticed, not cared that she were getting her shirt dirty.

She writhed as she came. Her face twitched. Her back arched. Her legs coiled around each other tight. She had to bite down on her shirt to stop herself from being too loud. Each buck of her hips sent the pooling euphoria in her snatch out in waves throughout her body, upward and inward. Speaking of pussy and pooling, hers was positively drenched, dripping and dribbling onto an expanding wet spot on the ground. She continued to thrust the dildo into herself, even as the pleasure gradually abated. Soon she was breathing heavily in a mess of her own fluids. She scooted her trousers back up{if Roxxy is alive = true}, and as if by chance, Roxxy walked up to her are at that exact moment, though luckily unaware of what just took place here.

"Hey are you alright? Thought I heard something."

Nora panicked as her heart raced, but was confident she could make Roxxy walk away none the wiser.

"Oh yeah, uh, I just spilled some water, that's all," she stammered, looking at her patch of femcum on the ground, and hiding the dildo behind her back.

"Oh alright then." She walked off, causing Nora to sigh in relief.

That was close{endif}.

Once her belt was tightened, and her shirt dust free, she then stored her white rubber dildo back in her bag. Nora seems quite relieved now, and she's feeling much better.