Alice's Wonderland
Alice sits in her study behind her wooden desk. The small fireplace glows with a roaring fire. The crackling flames make good background noise for the rooms only other sound is the tick of a large grandfather clock. The beat seems to be getting slower and slower as time swings by. "Oh I'm fed up!" Alice declares to herself as she lays the fountain pen she got for her eighteenth birthday down on the desk. She starts to fiddle with the hem about the neck of her favourite dress.
Her innocent fiddling soon turns into something a little more taboo as she realises that she is in fact inadvertently caressing her pert supple young breasts. With her new awareness she continues to caress her perfectly shaped and ample bosom, the pads of her fingers slowly creeping lower and lower as she begins to aimlessly explore beneath her lacy white bra.
It isn't' long before the tips of her fingers reach her nipple, hard despite the temperate climate of the room. It will be dark soon and there is little she can see through the window. It occurs to her that someone could very well be watching her from outside through the window of her study. That and the thought thought of her tutor walking in to check on her at any time is enough to get her heart racing.
She should stop, she knows she should stop, her heart is pounding and the hairs at the back of her neck are stood to attention. Instead she delves further into her lacy underwear. Her soft hand feels good against her perky bust. The contrast of her warm soft hand and delicate fingers gently gliding over her firm cold silky smooth chest is most comforting in a pleasurable way.
Her chest soon warms, Alice starts to fondle her firm nipple, lightly squeezing it, sending a wave of pleasure through her chest and into her body. "Mmmmm." she sighs as she closes her eyes. She plays with her nipple for a while and she soon forgets where she is. She squeezes harder and harder, as hard as she can. It should hurt, it should really hurt but somehow hurts in a good way.
She removes her hand from her bra, her heart is throbbing in her chest in a heavy but steady beat. She should be studying and if Mr burrows walks in she will be in so much trouble. However she wants more, taking her soft warm hand and placing it on her lower thigh as she tucks her other hand under the collar of her dress and grasps it as if it has suddenly tightened around her neck. She takes a deep breath as her mind starts to fill with dirty little thoughts.
'Well my hand is under the desk, if someone walks in no one will see it. Surely that's MORE sensible than fondling my chest. I'm nineteen now I can do what I want with my body.' She knows what she's doing is so very very bad but it feels good and it's so much more appealing than the monotonous chore of algebra homework. Her delicate little fingers start to wonder from her knee, gently strolling up her cold thigh.
Her finger and thumb soon reach the hem of her dress and she slips her thumb beneath it as her hand rides up her silky smooth leg. Her upper thigh whilst warmer than her lower thigh still feels cold to the touch. She starts to gently stroke her thigh up and down while she plays with her collar., gradually warming her leg. Each stroke takes her hand a little higher as she hesitantly ventures towards her goal and nervously bites her lip, her top teeth showing like pearls.
She soon reaches her little white cotton panties and lightly strokes the lacy trim with her index finger. The texture is quite novel, the feel of her soft skin through the netting making for a unique sensation. Dare she reach a little further? If Mr Burrows walks in she won’t be seen just resting her and on her thigh she’ll be caught masturbating and punished accordingly.
She delves further, prising open the lacy trim so that her finger tip is tucked beneath her tight little cotton knickers.. It feels a little warmer down there and she does not want to take her hand away. She moves her hand down even further, the tips of her three largest fingers raking the upper limits of her neatly cropped pubic hair from within her fine French lingerie.
The thrill of knowing that her soft nimble fingers are but centimetres away from her tight young love tunnel whilst all the while anyone could be watching outside or walk through the door makes her heart almost skip a beat. The excitement fills her body with electric energy and she has a warm feeling in her belly. She likes the fuzzy warm feeling of friction as she strokes her soft warm womanhood through the thin cotton fabric.
Soon she can't resist any more, she moves her hand all the way down, past her well kept garden until her middle finger is between the bushes. She takes a deep breath as she gently dips the tip of her digit between her sweet moist lips and lets out the faintest groan at the sensation of finally feeling her moist little hole. She has waited so long for the opportunity and it feels so good to finally get the chance to touch it.
It feels warm, slightly sticky and rather pleasant. The pad of her finger rises, up between her lips, slightly moist from her sweet sweet nectar. She soon reaches for her tiny little swollen love bulb, touching lightly as if it were fragile like she’s stroking a caterpillar. Her heart is pounding and she thinks she can feel her pulse through her bud. She can, she can feel it throbbing through her sticky fingertip.
She dips her finger in her inkwell again ready to render her work, slightly deeper this time, the very tip inside her. She has waited so long and the feeling of her slender extremity entering her moist passage is enough to make her sigh with a heavy exhalation and a sense of relief. She is tempted to leave her finger inside, driving it deeper in her tight little hole but she wants to rub her sensitive little love bud a little more first. She knows it's worth it in the long run.
She takes her finger out from her passageway and lets it wallow in her entrance way for a few seconds before she applies her naturally lubricated fingertip to her perfect little love gem. Alice strokes it, very lightly at first as if it is made of the lightest thinnest most brittle glass that would shatter at the slightest touch. More so, as if she is touching an ashen husk that would disintegrate at the lightest breeze.
It feels good and she soon gains confidence. Her own juices allowing her finger to glide with the greatest of ease. She starts with gentle strokes as if she is finishing the final details of a wet oil painting with her fingers. Then she starts to move in tiny circles as though she is delicately rubbing scented oil onto a single freckle, almost tickling herself.
She starts to rub harder, as she feels her passage way relax and become more and more pliant. She soon becomes wet and slippery rather than just a little moist. Alice strokes her lips again with the greatest dexterity, this time more confident but still lightly as if her virginity makes it tender and it would hurt should she stroke them any harder.
Her lips are no so wet that they make the faintest sound of a kiss as she teases her hole and her juices tack on the end of her finger. She rubs the sticky glaze over her love bud and continues as if writing with a quill. She starts to feel hot and light of breath as if she’s just ran down the road at a brisk pace as the tempo increases down in her hot steamy little engine room.
She starts to blush, a wave of heat rushing through her as the pleasure starts to rise. She starts to rub harder and harder faster and faster rubbing her little lamp until the love guinie makes her wish come true. Her lips now soaking wet, almost dripping from inside and there is a moist patch on her lingerie. Her gusset rises and falls in time with her chest as she breathes more heavily.
She can feel her heart pounding in her rib cage, her stomach feels light as all the blood rushes to her head and her abdomen. She's reached the point of no return, no longer is she simply touching herself. Now she is pleasuring herself, the addictive feeling trapping her in an upward spiral towards ecstasy, she couldn’t stop if she wanted to.
She starts to simmer about to boil over, biting her lip with a whimper as she tries to suppress her uncontrollable urge to moan. Her tiny yet expensive panties become slightly damp where they touch her lips and she can feel them start to stick to her hot wet flesh where the fabric has become moist. It feels hot and clammy down there but in a nice way. She wants more.
She moves her hand deeper into her cute little cotton panties as she dips a finger insider her soaking wet hole in a single smooth motion that makes her moan out loud. Her heart starts to flutter as she works her finger in deeper, penetrating her threshold for the first time. It’s nothing like nanny told her it would be but then again this is just one finger rather than someone’s manhood.
She draws her digit it all the way out again before plunging it back in again and again like a butterfly sucking up nectar. She discovers a sweet spot with a quiet little sigh. She realises she is making a noise but she can't help it. She is having trouble enough subduing her quiet little groans. Grinding against her finger she desperately tries to subdue the erotic melody of her sweet voice.
Then finally with a deep stroke to just the right spot she does voice her enjoyment with a an audible gasp. Her uncontrollable moan shocks her and she opens her eyes for a brief moment to look at the door and listen. Checking to make sure there are no peeping toms trying to catch a look through the key hole or eavesdropping on her own personal delight.
She's seen the way Mr Burrows looks at her when he thinks she is not looking. Sometimes she teases him, playing with her hair or her collar looking all innocent in her long white stockings. She enjoys the power she has over him knowing that he wants her but he can’t have her. When she’s feeling really naughty she’ll ‘accidentally’ drop her pencil on the floor and bend over in front of him to pick it up.
She is enjoying herself too much to care now, the thought of being watching only spurs her on. She starts to rub her magic spot firm enough to have an effect making a squelching noise as the rest of her hand becomes soaked in her slippery wet juices. A little faster now. She gasps as a wave of pleasure fills her body with a sudden head rush. She keeps going, harder, her tight wet slit squelching to the rhythm of her frantic hand movements.
She starts to become aware of her breathlessness as a thin layer of perspiration starts to build on her forehead. She knows it will look strange if she appears a little flustered but she can’t let it end. She’s almost there now, she wants to stay here for ever. She has to finish it before she gets caught. She can feel how close she is but she instinctively knows that the higher she climbs the greater the joy when she reaches the summit.
She withdraws her digit with a breathless gasp and curiously sniffs her fingers, looking at them glisten in the firelight while tries to recover for a few seconds. Catching her breath before finishing in a frenzy. Her fingers are covered in her sticky juices and her lips are soaking wet. She can feel a damp patch as she slides her hand down her tight lacy lingerie, and the wet patch of the delicate cotton fabric peels away from her sweet lips.
She returns her attention to her perfect little love bud and starts to rub it again only with none of the finesse of before. She rubs it harder and faster as if she has an uncontrollable itch. Harder and faster, the sweat building up on her head as she frantically polishes her sparkling jewel. As if it is a precious family heirloom with a terrible a stain on it. Which in a sense it is but for all the rubbing she is doing the water marks are getting worse, soaking her most sensitive of organs in a layer of thick sticky nectar.
She is breathless, hot headed, perspiering heavily as she frantically rubs herself to a most natural high. The genie in a bottle between her legs ready to granting her one last urgent wish. She bites her lip even harder and desperately holds her breath, trying to stop herself from screaming a joyous melody at the top of her voice. Instead she makes herself feel as if her head is about to explode her corset feels too tight and she feels a light headed
Something is happening she’s fully baked, about to pop. Her wish is finally granted in an explosion of blissful joy, her knickers now soaked through with sweet ambrosia. She is breathless, her hand now completely slick with her thick slippery juices. She withdraws it and being curious starts to lick her slippery wet fingers as if tasting custard. It doesn't really taste of anything yet at the same time it’s incredibly moreish.
Instead of sating her appetite this new experience leaves her wanting more. She can hear her heart thumping against her ribcage as she pulls her dress back down and wipes her hand against it leaving snail trails up the hem of her dress. Drying what little moisture is left after she licked sucked her fingers dry. She can feel her throbbing slit beneath her soaking wet panties. Next time she has the urge she surely won’t be able to resist.
To be continued