A Phone Call Occurs
Kylie slumped onto the couch. The day was so dull she could've fallen asleep. Craving some mental stimulation, she grabbed the remote, ready to find something entertaining on TV. She started flicking through the channels but nothing piqued her interest.
Just as she was about to give up, her phone rang from the table in front of her. She set the remote aside and picked up the phone.
"Hello?" she said.
It was her friend Tay on the line. "Kylie, thank goodness you're there. I feel so upset and I really need someone to talk to." Her voice was filled with mixed emotions. Frustration and sadness made her words harsh.
"I'm here," Kylie comforted. She shifted on the couch and relaxed, pushing her brown hair behind her ears as she listened.
Tay explained that she and her boyfriend Dave were at it again. They'd been battling for a couple of weeks, and it seemed she needed an outside perspective.
Kylie sympathized with her friend, though she couldn't help but find herself growing more and more aroused. She absent-mindedly rubbed her thigh, which only served to heighten the desire coursing through her body. She felt it growing stronger with each passing second, and tried to alleviate the pressure building between her legs.
While Tay vented, Kylie's hand explored her body further. It strayed up from her thigh until it reached the spot she desperately wanted to reach. She caressed it with her fingertips, feeling the tingling sensations of pleasure courses through her body. Despite her friend's continued words, she couldn't hold back anymore.
She slid off her clothes from her lower half, deciding to enjoy the process of getting aroused. Her grey yoga pants and black panties landing in a wet pile on the floor. Wetness seeped through the fabric, cooling the heated furnace that was her pussy.
Fighting her orgasm, she decided to take matters into her own hands, so to speak. Her fingers found her swollen, moist lips as her breathing accelerated. With her friend's problem still not addressed, her focus was on relieving the building pressure inside her.
Tay continued talking about Dave and their relationship issues. Kylie quietly responded with the odd "yeah" and "Uh-huh," but her thoughts were solely concentrated on satisfying her desires.
Her hand rubbed against her wet lips, sending a wave of tingling pleasure along her body. Entering her own warmth, she felt her hips buck against her palm and her body quiver. Desperately trying to keep her actions hidden, she palmed her swollen clit.
The impact it had on her body was tangible. Kylie bit her lip, trying to control the quiet but forceful moans she let out. The pressure inside her felt like it would eventually overflow and make her scream in pleasure. She could do so without alerting her friend but she held off to avoid taking things too far.
Eventually, Kylie couldn't take it any more. Her friend's voice didn't matter at the moment. The desire for release was too strong. She spread her legs wide open, granting her free access to her sensitive core. Her hand stroked her soft, wet pussy, creating smaller explosions of pleasure across her body. Her back arched and she let out a sharp, muffled moan.
Due to the increasing pleasure, it became more difficult to contain her vocal noise. Every stroke sent shocks up her spine and throughout her body. When her hand pressed on her clit, she gasped and held back a scream, biting her lip again to keep her climax contained. Nonetheless, her body was shaking with pleasure as she raced towards the brink – a brink she hoped with her friend still talking that she wouldn't cross.
Her palm was covered in her own cum, and she felt droplets of sweat starting to form on her skin. Amidst her urges, she tried to control herself and cease her self-indulgence. She set the phone down for a moment as she took off her black hoodie. Then, with some strain, she managed to remove the skin-tight lavender shirt underneath as well as her black bra. She discarded these and the rest of her clothes. Taking a breather, she stretched out her slender frame. Her small breasts pushed out and her nipples stiffened. She wanted her friend to hurry up with her conversation. She couldn't bear her arousal any longer.
Replacing the black hoodie and zipping it up, she made the decision to go outside for a walk to distract herself.
Kylie grabbed her phone and approached the double glass doors that led to the balcony. The good thing was, there was a stone wall around the space, shielding her from view while maintaining her exhibitionistic desires. Exiting the living area, she stepped outside and relished the warm air brushing against her bare derriere. She strolled towards the ledge, leaning against the stone to continue her conversation.
Pedestrians walked by, a few of whom didn't seem to notice, others shooting quick glances her way. Kylie believed those who peeped felt they could pierce through the wall and clearly see her nakedness below. The thought thrilled her and heightened her desire. More and more she was urged on by the constant stares.
She decided it was time to act upon this irresistible urge. Closing her eyes for a brief moment, she relaxed and began to urinate. She was concealed from view, but she chose to ignore that fact and just fantasized about people spying on her as she peed. Every time a person glanced her way, her arousal intensified.
During the friends conversation, Kylie's mind wandered. She was growing frustrated. She just couldn't wait any longer. Without wasting any time, she rushed back inside, making her way to the couch. Undoing the zipper of her hoodie, she made sure not to disturb it by leaving it on then collapsed onto the sofa.
The first touch was thrilling. She had to bite her tongue to prevent from shouting out, revealing her naughty business. Tay didn't realize, as she continued with her chat, that her voice was becoming fainter to Kylie. The one and only sound Kylie heard was her heartbeat. Candlelit liquid drops or possibly cum sustained on her fingers met her palm.
She was quite close to her climax. An imaginary moan escaped her lips while she moved swiftly against the sofa. Her legs, eyes closed tight, quivered from her excitement. Sweat beads formed on her forehead as she concentrated on gaining her climax. Her nipples stood erect from the tilt of her nipples pressed firmly against the couch. She'd imagined another groan; instead, she concentrated on playing with her own toes at the puddle of urine quickly pooling at her feet.
Trying to keep her climax at bay, she found herself shaking and repeatedly gasping for air. Her fingers miraculously pinpointed each erogenous area eagerly. They parted her vaginal lips and hastily pleasured her.
It was virtually impossible to hold on any longer. With every hesitant step she took toward her climax, each second seemed like a century. She fancied she'd screamed, maybe in her mind. All she could think about was satisfying her longing for release.
Her hair, the color of dark cocoa, stuck to her face as beads of sweat formed from the inside, due to the pulsating haze of desire taking over her mind. Her buttocks flexed tightly as her vaginal walls gripped, pulling her deeper inside. She maneuvered her hand so that her thumb and forefinger could squeeze her clitoris. The powerful sensations on that tiny bundle of nerves had her rolling her eyes back and letting out a soft moan. Her forearm raised, fingers curled and ready to find her most sensitive area.
Just a few strokes were needed before the combination of these actions left her mind going blank. Solar flares exploded in her field of vision, a rush of adrenaline coursed through her body as she shook uncontrollably while she reached the crescendo of her release. Gasping for air, she squeezed her pussy so tight that it threatened to bruise her hand. Sweat and arousal left her clitoris tortured from the pulsating spasms. A drop of sweat brushed her lips for a moment before it ran down her chin. She bit her lip so hard it bled, coming with a gasp, "Oh, fuck." Her heartbeat rapidly increased, like a race car engine that hadn't been cooled down. She let out a breath as she slumped against the couch.
After a few moments she focused and opened her eyes. Instruction hit her ears, "Kylie!" Tay's voice erupted from the receiver.
"Yep!" she responded faintly, barely audible, her breaths still heavy. Her heart rate had not subsided.
"Were you just," Tay hesitantly asked. "What were you doing, Kylie?" Realizing her predicament, Kylie searched for a decent lie.
"Were you just...it..." Her face burned and she might've blushed as the thought of explaining her actions sent panic through her veins. She gazed around the room as if to find words to soften the truth of her moment of ecstasy.
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