The Highest of Highs

Zoe wasted no time as she unlocked the house and bounded up the stairs to her room.

The girl was trembling with anticipation and arousal.

The green light was all she needed – now all she had to do was push that button…

Zoe blushed knowing this was probably the first and only time she’d ever dedicated a day like this to a session of playing with herself. She bit her lip and had to stifle an embarrassed moan at how taboo this felt; she was acting like a horny teenager, out of control with need, setting herself up – so that all she planned to achieve today was an orgasm.

The red-head started stripping before she’d even got to her room, her shoes and leggings lying discarded at the top of the stairs. Her socks and panties only making it as far as her door, Zoe’s left hand burying itself between her thighs the moment her bare pink slit was exposed.

She sighed, walking on the balls of her feet as she pulled off the hoodie and bra, freeing herself from her clothes and throwing her nude form down onto the bed.

Zoe’s hands stroked down her sides, teasing herself and wanting this to last as long as possible, but fighting a losing battle against her own temptations.

Her fingers found her pussy – hot, pink, even she was surprised at how warm she felt, how wet she already was. She could feel her pulse in it.

She’d never thought of running as foreplay before, but something about her anticipation today, mixed with the physical excursion and the endorphins from it all had left her mind foggy and her body needy…

Zoe stroked herself methodically, deliberately, her fingers diving into the cleft of her pussy and dancing against her clit. She closed her eyes, biting her lip to stifle a moan as her other hand reached up to toy with her breasts.

She was lost in the lust of it, in the haze of pink mist. On her back, the red-head drew her knees up to her sides, spreading herself wide, feet pointed and back arched, her hands working frantically in faster and faster strokes to bring her crest closer and closer.

Toes curling, Zoe felt the start of it, and stopped, pulling her hands away and squeaking at her self-enforced frustration. She pinched the insides of her thighs, clenching her calves and panting out needily as she let her body cool off…

The moment it had, she went in again, fingers already slick, returning to her needy clit, her body hot and sweating, mouth open, eyes closed, her back arching her middle higher and higher. She was possessed – animalistic – she would make this go as long as she could… Zoe fingered herself then stopped, franticly grabbing at her wrist to try and find the button.

She braced herself, slick fingers slipping off the strap as she tried to grab it the first time. She pouted, moaned and then reached it…

Click

“Good girl!”

Zoe’s mind went into orbit. Her world went white – her body immediately overloaded as the crashing wave of pure sexual bliss exploded from her core and out towards the tips of her fingers and toes. She couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t see.

“yesssssssssssssss!” She screamed, grabbing a pillow and shoving it against her mouth, biting down on it as she now worried the whole neighbourhood might hear her. She felt like she was fizzing, like effervescent bubbles were dancing across her skin as she shuddered violently – her hips bucking, pussy contracting in spasms which were so strong it made her ache in exquisite sensation.

She clamped her thighs together, rolling, thrashing about on the bed as the exhaustion of her run, her orgasm, thundered through her - the garbled words of the voice from her wrist barely registered to her clouded mind,

“Required Distance completed in 43 Minutes, 18 Seconds – a new standard has been set!”

The after-shocks lasted for minutes, ripples that seemed to become orgasms of their own. Every tiny movement she made with her thighs would set off more fireworks in her pussy, shuddering her to more orgasms which fed back into the first, creating a never ending storm of seemingly self-perpetuating sexual release.

Zoe moaned with joy, unable to move, her body continuing to spasm and shudder – trembles of bliss running through her entire form uncontrollably as she slumped back into the bed, thighs apart, her right hand soothingly stroking her pussy. Her eyes were wet with tears, her cheeks hurt, her throat was dry and the redhead panted as she brought the strap to her lips and kissed it with a bright smile.