7. Home alone
Now I'll tell you about a day in the summer when I was home alone. My boyfriend and my friends were busy and my parents worked. The only person who was nearby was our neighbor who cut grass and woke me up from a lovely dream. I was terribly horny when I woke up and remember parts of the dream that I had had sex with several men.
I felt sweaty when I got up and longed for a shower. It was probably 25 degrees in the house and even warmer outside but I opened the window in my room wide open so a little wind swept into the room. In the shower, I could not help but fondle me but I stopped before i came. Thought save it for later. I had the whole day for me to do sexy things.
I did not bother to get dressed after a shower, but ate breakfast outside on the patio without a stitch of clothing. The neighbor could not see on our patio but it was still nerve-racking sitting there naked when he found himself just a few feet away. I ate some cereal with yogurt and suddenly i spilled yogurt at one of my breasts. It felt very good when i removed it with my fingers so I started to lubricate the nipple and immediately it became stiff and sensitive.
It must be a channel from the nipples down to the pussy, because when I caress nipples, I always get wet in the pussy.
Then I dipped a finger in the yogurt, and anointed the second nipple and enjoyed before I took a big piece of yogurt and put the labia and massaged and soon spun my fingers on the clit and I moaned loudly. But I stopped before i came. Not yet, I thought.
The lawnmower had stopped but I heard he raked a bit away. Wonder if he heard my moans, I thought.
I glanced back and saw him standing with his back to me so I went out on the lawn and then rushed back when he was on his way to turn himself. I did so a few times and I do not think he saw anything. But it was exciting and it made me even more horny.
The neighbor called Martin and is well around forty, but looked pretty fresh out where he went in just shorts. When I went to brush my teeth, I started fantasizing about his cock, and when I was done, I sat on toilet and directed the shaft of the toothbrush against my pussy and pushed it in and out, but it was too small so it felt not so much. I wondered what I could use as a dildo, so I went into my room and was looking for something appropriate. I had some stuff I've used before, but today I felt for something substantial. Something that could correspond Martins cock bulge under the shorts that seemed great.
I found nothing suitable, but began to think about vegetables. Maybe there's a cucumber in the fridge. I found only half a cucumber, but then I found a huge carrot that I washed clean under tap. It was about 25 cm long and 6-7 cm in diameter in the coarse end.
I took a knife and a bowl to my room and sat on the edge of the bed and began to shape it.
Suddenly I saw the window open in the neighbors house and I saw Martin sit himself out. I sat motionless for I was still naked, but I had anyway the bowl in the lap. Then he was gone and I was considering to close my window, but it felt so exciting to be discovered so I let it be. My bed stands broadside against the wall opposite the window so where I sat on the edge, I saw right into their living room and if he looked at me he would see me from the front.
I had to dry myself between the legs with the towel I brought from the kitchen because I felt it flowed from my pussy.
Now, I continued to sculpt the carrot and had made a small glans in the end, but it was too rough on the other end so I peeled it until I thought it could go. When I looked up I saw a movement inside the neighbor's, but then it was gone.
Then I put down the bowl on the floor and walked over to my dresser that stood near the window and looked up a jar of skin cream. I stood there for a moment and bulged with the butt and wondered if Martin peered at me.
Should I dare to put me on the bed and use the carrot, I thought.
But I was so damn horny that I could not think clearly, so I sat down as before and when I looked at their window, I saw him disappear behind the curtain.
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