Evelyn's Tale

Evelyn's head bobbed forward and back slowly and methodically, sucking and slurping the length of someone's cock. She didn't know who it was. She didn't know why she was doing it. All she knew is that she loved it -- everything from the flavor to the knowledge she was making someone else's day much better. Her left hand gripped the base of his shaft gently, slowly pumping it at the same pace her luscious, plump lips were. She glanced up at him as she sucked, but it was all a blur. She couldn't recognize him.

Her middle and ring finger on her right hand were pumping in to her tight, wet pussy, drawing her near orgasm but never pushing her over the edge -- it was ****. Evelyn slid her left hand away, massaging and squeezing one of her own breasts. She let out soft moans as she played with herself. After a few minutes (and without warning), a burst of his hot cum filled her mouth and she immediately pulled off, getting a squirt of the sticky white liquid in her face and another on her breasts. She stuck her tongue out, catching the last two squirts in her mouth. She shut her lips and rolled the ejaculate around on her tongue, shivering as she savored the taste. She swallowed.

She opened her mouth again, panting for oxygen like a dog. She was sweating and her body was quivering as she bucked against her fingers, finally nearing orgasm -- then, a loud beep pinged through her mind... and another. The beeps got louder and louder, faster and faster, and suddenly she opened her eyes. Her alarm clock had woken her up.

Sunlight streamed in from the bedroom's window, illuminating her room. She was staring straight in to her mirror (which was also the door to her closet) and it was apparent she had kicked all the covers and sheets off of her in the night. She was laying on her side.

In the mirror, Evelyn (called Eve by her friends) saw a young woman at about the age of nineteen; her. She absolutely gorgeous - slender with toned muscles and a curvy, hourglass figure. She had sparkling blue eyes, dark lashes and dirty blond hair down to her shoulders. Her legs and arms were devoid of hair and her pussy was cleanly shaven. Indeed, the only hair on her body was on her head. Eve's breasts were impressive. They were easily large C cups (maybe small D) and plump, perky and pert. A pink nipple capped each of her breasts, both standing at attention from a mixture of the cold air and her own arousal. She had a fine, plump ass and wide "child-bearing" hips from which long, toned legs sprouted. On more than a couple occasions, she had been told those were her best features.

She licked her lips, finally realizing exactly what she saw in the mirror. Her left hand was cupping her right breast and her right hand was nestled in her womanly area, two fingers inside her bright pink pussy and pumping, eliciting contractions from the tight, slick walls. Reluctantly, she drew her hand away from her crotch and peered down. Her juices were trailing down the inside of her thigh, dripping down on to the bed. Her sex quivered delightfully, begging for more. She unconsciously placed her fingers in her mouth, tasting herself before sitting up. She turned off the alarm clock that had woken her, glancing at the time -- shit. She was late. No time to fool around now.

She hopped up, immediately running out of her room and in to the shower. In twenty minutes, she was freshly washed. She put on some rosy red lipstick and mascara, applied some sweetly scented cherry perfume then made her way to her room, opening her closet. Eve sifted through various sets of clothing -- jeans, combat pants, skirts, short skirts, minidresses and... a black microskirt? She wondered why she had it.. Oh, wait, that's right -- she had worn it for her ex-boyfriend on his last birthday.

Eve continued sifting through the clothes, then paused, wondering what to do. She had work today, but as it stood she was going to be late anyway, which meant she was going to be yelled at. She had plenty of sick days left and a thought crossed her mind; why not take the day off?