She decides to have some fun.

Her mother was still downstairs and the house was big, Lyra knew she would probably hear nothing. The chances of being disturbed were small. Small enough that she was seriously tempted. She stared at the computer screen for several beats of her heart, seeing her faint reflection in the darker sections of the picture. She'd already done so much today, but then again why not one more? Between her legs, she felt a surge of heat as she made up her mind. The door was closed, she'd be quiet.

Lyra summoned a tendril of darkness to go crawling across the floor, seeking the place where she'd left the bag before. At the same time, one of her hands crept up the bottom of her shirt, fingers trailing across her skin. her bra was in the way, and she awkwardly pushed it upwards, feeling the fabric of her shirt as her fingers closed around her pink nipples. A surge of desire spiked through her when she closed her digits around them, grinding them between her fingers tightly enough to cause sparks of pain. Her breath caught in her throat, and she writhed back and forth in the chair for a moment. The nails of her fingers dug into her nipples. She pinched them, pulling gently but firmly back and forth. Then she moved on, playing with her breast itself, her hand stroking it, cupping it, feeling the warmth of her fingers against it. Now and then, she would go back to her nipples, rubbing them or pinching them.

Soon enough, she felt herself growing wetter. Her panties felt tight and restrictive. Luckily, she was wearing a knee length skirt, so she was able to dig one of her hands under it, rubbing her mound through the fabric of her underwear felt good. it made her squirm. Her fingers ran up and down her mound, clumsily but pleasurably feeling herself up. Her skin felt hot now, a flow of heat pulsed though her.

Lyra didn't bother to come up with a fantasy this time. This time, she simply enjoyed the feeling, at least for now. Her fingers felt cold against the warm skin of her chest and thighs. her breath hitched as her pleasure built with each move. With a small movement, she pulled aside the bottoms of her panties, exposing her sex to the her questing digits. Lyra felt how wet she was, moisture trailing from her labia which spread eagerly as her finger explored her inner self. She closed her eyes, pressing her digit into her womanhood, each penetration was deeper than the last. She felt hot, wanting, needy. Her pussy coiled tightly, a feeling of heat and pleasure pounded through her.

The dildo was pulled from the bag with an act of effort. her tendril had wrapped around it, bringing it towards the desk and chair. She looked towards the door, checking one last time that it was still closed. Then she pulled herself away from the desk. For a moment, her skirt dropped back into place, but she pulled it down and stepped out of it. Her panties were still askew, her pussy - her newly shaven pussy - was bared to the world. Her breathing was quick now. Desire thundered through her, making her feel clumsy and slow.

The dildo was something she'd picked out carefully. It wasn't the sort of small thing that you carried in your purse or bag, but a larger model with a flat base that could sit on the ground or suction cups so that you could stick it to a wall or door. She'd never done that, but she had used it a few times before on the ground. The base was flared and wide, heavy near the bottom so it stood on its own. The shaft was made of dark plastic, carefully imitating a man's shaft. She looked at it for a moment before putting it on the ground, making sure that it was stable and sound. Then she hooked her fingers under the elastic band of her panties and pulled them off as well. Her womanhood was soaking with desire, her labia were engorged with want. She felt the tiny dot of burning want that was her clit.

It always felt strangely awkward to position herself above the dildo. She had to line it up with her entrance, taking the plastic shaft in one hand and spreading herself with the other. Lyra closed her eyes, biting down on her lower lip as the tip of the phallus gently pressed her lower lips apart. She moved slowly at first, getting herself used to it. It was a larger toy, and she had to be sure not to hurt herself. So she just teased herself, moving back and forth on the end, letting herself grow wetter. As she brought her weight down on it, she felt it sinking more deeply into her body. Becoming thicker, making her more and more weak at the knees. Waves of pleasure soared through her, growing stronger and stronger with each thrust of her lower body. She tried not to moan, aware that she didn't want to make too much sound, but it was difficult. Heat and pleasure blazed through her in turn, using one hand to steady the shaft, and the other playing with her chest, Lyra fucked herself with the dildo. She moved back and forth, riding it slowly at first but gaining in speed and confidence. Her hips bucked, grinding against the hard plastic.

Lyra's breath caught in her throat. Her nipples tingled, dancing with pleasure when her fingers stroked and gripped them. Her legs pushed and pulled, bringing herself down slightly more with each movement. The dildo sunk into her, her body raising and falling. Each motion brought her new pleasure, the hard plastic filled her up, **** aside her lower lips, the tip of it sank deeper into her body. The rapid motion between her legs made her wetter and wetter.

Her breathing was getting faster now. She was trying not to moan or speak, but she couldn't stop the way that the pleasure seemed to rip the air from her lungs. She gasped, her body bouncing, her spine arched. The motion pressed her breasts against the fabric of her shirt. With one hand to steady the dildo, her other fell between her legs, rubbing her lower lips with a **** and hungry speed. her motions grew quicker, she could feel the heat rising through her body. The tightness building between her legs. Moans pulled at her lips to be expressed. She let herself fall into a sitting position, her legs wide. The dildo now in her hand, moving faster and faster. She groaned. her leg strained, her thighs beaded with moisture.

Lyra climaxed a moment later, her hand pumping the dildo furiously inside of her. The feeling rose through her, flowing like a wave from the point directly between her legs to her chest and then through to the rest of her. She gasped, and then covered her mouth with one hand in fear that she would moan more loudly. The feeling of pleasure filled her body and mind, and receded only slowly. when it was done at last, she sighed, and reached for her panties and skirt.

"That's the last time tonight," she told herself.