I have been playing around writing some tales about the adventures that Charlie and Sophie may be having. Certainly ones that my filthy mind would like them to be having! There are a few that are mid way done, sp I thought I might share the beginning of one and see what the reaction was. If you have any nice or naughty thoughts let me know! If you don't like them then that's ok too.

Charlie stirred restlessly in her bed. It was a warm night and she’d thrown her duvet off at some point during the night. Now she lazily ran her hand across her stomach pulling up her t-shirt to reveal her breasts, allowing the early morning breeze coming in her window to bring her nipples to life. Her hand moved up and over them taking a moment to touch each one and encourage it to reach its full hardness under her fingers. As was always the case, the moment her nipples got hard she felt that familiar stirring between her thighs. It always started gently, a little itch that just managed to get her attention. Sometimes she wished that her nipples and her pussy weren’t quite so connected, especially when she was at work, but right now she wanted that itch to grow. After a few minutes of gentle squeezing and stroking the itch needed to be scratched. Keeping one hand on her left breast she moved the other hand down towards her pussy. She adjusted her legs just a little to open the access she required and moved her further into the folds of her pussy.

She had spent the previous evening attending to her body. Taking a shower first and then returning to her room, she began her grooming routine. She made sure her legs were smooth and applied lotion liberally to them. Next she moved her attention to her pussy. As she made sure her pubic hair was trimmed into that enticing narrow strip and she again applied her lotion, she couldn’t help but let a finger or two make contact with her clitoris. Not too strong, but just a flick. Now the action worked the other way and immediately her nipples shot to a fully erect state. She resisted the temptation to touch the engorged buds, but she did take a long look at herself in one of her mirrors. She wasn’t totally happy with her body. She’d have liked to have been a little shorter and maybe not quite as set as she was, but she’d inherited her father's genes, but the less said about that the better. He was a distant memory, out of her life for 12 years. Her mother’s new man was caring and kind and wanted her to achieve her goals without putting any pressure on her. He’d looked after them when it was difficult and she was happy that he was around and hoped that he’d noticed that she was quite comfortable without a bra when at home. She briefly lifted her 36C breasts and thought they were just about right. Maybe if they were a little firmer, but her friends thought they were lovely which made her feel a lot better. 

As she slowly, but deliberately, let her fingers run between the folds of her labia, she felt herself begin to get wet. The wetness always encouraged her to drive deeper and deeper. As she did her moans began to increase and that flushed feeling started to spread across her face and chest, She pulled back and went for her clit with two fingers. Another moan as a little tremor ran through her body and she subconsciously pulled at one of her nipples, extending the already hard nipple and enjoying the warmth of the pain that was induced. Charlotte had bought a rabbit some time ago as she knew that her fingers were not delivering the level of satisfaction and relief that she needed from her playtime and now she knew that it was time to bring the pink toy out to play. Reluctantly she withdrew her fingers from the wetness between her legs and opened her bedside draw and withdrew the purple satin bag that held the answer to her frustration and needs. Well actually it didn’t really come close, but it was the best thing to hand and she wasn’t going to deny herself the orgasm that she desperately needed. As she removed her well used sex toy from its bag, she was aware of noises coming from her sister's bedroom. There was that rhythmical sound of the bed moving in response to the action that was taking place on it. Her sister was home and so was her boyfriend. They had come home for the weekend and clearly were also experiencing the same early morning urges that Charlotte was. She didn’t want to listen, but it was difficult not to and so she removed the clothes completely, got herself comfortable and brought the dildo up to her wet cunt and pushed it in half way. The initial penetration broke the tension in her body and a little more relaxed she switched it on and began to slowly move the thick head in and out covering the monster with her pussy juices. The vibrations and clitoral stimulation began to heighten her senses and her responses as she settled in for the long wanking session she needed to remove all her pent up frustration.

As it usually did, her mind wandered as she worked her vibrator in and out of her increasingly wet pussy. Her methods of stimulation varied when she masturbated. Sometimes it was a story, sometimes it was porn, but this time she was thinking back to a couple of weeks ago when she was coming home from college and it was quite warm. She had chosen to wear quite a short dress that day with a plunging neckline. As she sat reading her book waiting for the train, she became aware of a well dressed older man who’d moved into a position in front of her and was looking directly at her. There was a boldness about him that somehow told her that he wanted to admire her and he didn’t care if she knew. Much to her surprise, she’d felt a little hint of dampness between her legs. Until that point, she’d not really realised she was quite so horny. She relaxed her position a little, letting her legs fall apart just enough to expose the tops of her inner thighs and continued to read her book. As her mind continued to replay those events, she increased the intensity of the vibrations of her dildo and drove the substitute cock deeper and deeper into her cunt. As she did so, she was aware of the sounds she was making. She got so wet when she was aroused. She wasn’t sure it was completely normal and it did sometimes cause her an issue.

Up to that moment, she’d never been conscious of someone observing her for no other reason than to attain some level of sexual gratification. She often wore dresses and skirts that allowed a clear view of her bottom and knickers, but she didn’t really care too much or really think about it. After all, it was the ‘uniform’ and what younger girls all did and it was fashionable clothing. This time, however, she knew she was being observed and her pussy was reacting as a result. As she continued to read, the man maintained his position intently watching her. He’d clearly taken the additional exposure of this girl's upper thighs as an invitation to maintain his gaze. Almost unconsciously, Charlotte opened her legs a little more and glanced over the book. Her admirer was looking directly between her legs and he wasn’t hiding it. Charlotte wasn’t sure if he could see her knickers, but by the small smile that was on his face she guessed he could. She drove harder and still deeper and moaned a little more. The big pink fuck toy was starting to earn its keep. She wanted to get a bigger one, but it wasn’t easy to get one at the moment. How do you explain to your mother that you crave a very large cock! If only she knew. She was close now, beyond caring if anyone could hear her moans of pleasure. The hand went back to her nipples and pulled harder still. The pain again heightening her arousal...

If you like this, then I might share some other ideas and will try and finish this one. Suggestions welcome!