Lena's Perspective: Solarium

The next day, I was in a really good mood. Last night, Peter had sweetly suggested we go to the campus tanning salon again—“you’ve always said you wanted to get a little tan, anyway.” He’d even booked an appointment right away for 3:15 p.m. I thought that was so thoughtful of him, especially after that hot glory hole thing the other day. Maybe he just wanted to spoil me a little.

I arrived at the tanning salon right on time at a quarter to three. It was almost empty; only the soft hum of the tanning beds and the typical smell of warm plastic and sunscreen hung in the air. At the front desk stood a blonde woman in her mid-30s, very well-groomed, with a professional smile.

“Lena, right? Peter booked the appointment. Here, he left this for you.”

She handed me a small white box and a note.

**“For my Lena – have fun in the tanning salon ❤”**

I grinned and took the box with me to booth 7, which was at the very back. The door closed quietly behind me. The booth was small and warm; the tanning bed was already preheated. I set the box on the bench and opened it curiously.

Inside was a small, pink vibrator—smooth, slightly curved, with a thick tip and a flat base. Underneath was a handwritten note:

**“So you don’t get bored in here, baby.

The price: You leave your panties in the box.

You have to return the package to the front desk afterward—there’s another little surprise waiting for you there.

Enjoy it. I love you.”**

My heart immediately started racing. That little pervert… I was already getting wet.

Without hesitation, I stripped completely naked. First the light summer dress, then the bra. My heavy breasts sprang free, my nipples immediately hardening in the warm air. Finally, I slipped off my black lace panties. It was already a little damp down there. I placed it neatly in the box, along with the note, and closed it.

I stood there naked—smoothly shaved pussy, heavy tits, just the vibrator in my hand. I lay down on the warm tanning bed, spread my legs slightly, and turned the little thing on. It hummed softly and powerfully.

At first, I just circled it over my clit. The vibrations were intense, almost too strong. I bit my lip and moaned softly as the first wave shot through my lower abdomen. Then I slowly pushed it inside me. My pussy was already really wet; it slid deep inside without resistance. The thick head pressed right against my G-spot.

“Fuuuuck…,” I whispered.

I set the vibration to the medium setting and began slowly sliding it in and out, while the tanning lamps above me radiated warmth onto my bare skin. My breasts bounced with every movement. I spread my legs wider, placing one foot on the edge of the bench so I could go deeper. The vibrator was now fucking me rhythmically; my juices were already running down the warm plastic bench.

I was getting hornier and hornier. The idea that I was lying here completely naked, with just a vibrator in my pussy, while people were walking around outside… drove me crazy. I turned the setting up a notch. The buzzing grew louder. My hips thrust automatically in time with it; I was fucking myself really hard with the little device. My free hand alternately kneaded my tits, twisting the hard nipples.

The first orgasm came quickly and brutally. My pussy clenched around the vibrator; I pushed it deep inside and trembled all over. A long, quiet scream escaped me. Fresh juices ran out of me, forming a small puddle on the bench.

But I didn’t stop. I wanted more.

I got on all fours, ass up toward the door, and continued fucking myself from behind. That way I could push the vibrator even deeper. My heavy breasts hung down and swayed with every thrust. Sweat and the heat from the tanning bed mingled on my skin. I came a second time—this time even harder. My legs were shaking so badly that I almost slipped off the bench.

Exhausted, but still horny, I pulled out the dripping vibrator and put it back in the box. My panties lay next to it, now even wetter than before. I quickly wiped between my legs with a panty (which barely helped), put my dress back on—with nothing underneath—and picked up the box.

My pussy felt empty and hypersensitive; with every step, the fabric of the dress rubbed against my hard nipples.

The blonde woman at the front desk smiled even wider when I handed her the box. She briefly eyed me up and down—my short dress, my hard nipples clearly pressing through the fabric.

“Peter is expecting you. You know where. You’re to go straight to him from here. No detours.”

My pulse shot up immediately. The old university bathroom. The Glory Hole. I just nodded, grinned lewdly, and set off. The short walk across campus felt endless. Every step made the hem of my dress brush against my bare ass; my pussy, freshly vibrated, was already wet again.

I pushed open the heavy door to the old library wing and climbed the stairs. The restroom was just like last time—quiet, deserted, with only the soft drip of a faucet. I went straight into the middle stall, locked the door, and immediately pulled my dress over my head. I stood there completely naked, with only the faint taste of the little vibrator between my legs.

No sooner had I locked the door than I heard it: a soft scraping sound from the stall on the right. Then a thick, semi-erect cock slid through the glory hole. I recognized it immediately—Peter.

“Mmm… there you are again, baby,” I whispered and immediately dropped to my knees.

I took him deep into my warm mouth, sucking him in slowly and with relish. He went rock-hard within seconds. I blew him exactly the way he loves it—wet, deep, with lots of tongue and a throat massage. My saliva dripped down in thick strands. I massaged his balls through the hole, hearing his stifled moans from the neighboring stall.

It didn’t take long. His cock twitched violently, then he came—thick, hot spurts right into my mouth. I swallowed it all, sucked him completely dry until the last drop was out. Satisfied, I licked him clean.

Suddenly the lights went out. Complete darkness. I was startled for a moment, frantically feeling around for my phone on the floor.

“Peter? Everything okay?”

Then the emergency lighting came on—a faint, red glow that bathed everything in a dim, wicked radiance.

And there it was again.

A cock, still hard, poking through the hole. This time completely stiff, and it felt even thicker than before, the veins bulging strongly, the glans dark and shiny. It twitched with lust.

I laughed softly. *Peter, you horny stud… twice in a row?*

“Well, you just can’t get enough today…,” I murmured excitedly.

I turned around, stood with my legs spread wide, pressed my ass against the wall, and guided the thick glans with my hand right to my dripping pussy. Slowly, I pushed myself back. He slid deep inside me in a single, long thrust.

“Fuuuuck… yeees…”

He was really thick. Stretching me perfectly. I immediately began to move rhythmically on top of him—slowly at first, then faster and faster. My ass slapped softly against the partition. I braced myself with both hands against the stall wall, pushed myself hard backward, taking him as deep as possible. The red emergency light made my skin glow, my heavy breasts swinging hard back and forth with every thrust.

I was getting wilder and wilder. “Yes… fuck me… give it to me hard… I can feel you so deep…”

I practically begged through the wall: “Don’t stop… I want you to never get enough of me… cum inside me again… please…”

My pussy clenched greedily around him, my juices already running down my thighs. I rode him hard, circling my hips, pressing my ass firmly against the hole so he could feel every inch of me. The wet smacking echoed through the silent bathroom.

I came hard—shaking, moaning, my legs nearly buckling—while the stranger’s thick cock pulsed deep inside me.

And the whole time, I could think of only one thing:

*Peter is so incredibly hot today…*