The Harem -- Kyra

Inevitably it had to happen...

Kyra was doing what she often does on a Saturday. Her husband was sleeping in. She went to the grocery. She went to the post office. She did a fair number of errands. An attractive, curvy woman with eyes that danced when she smiled. A voice that melted ice. An obviously sexual, erotic woman who craved to be fucked by someone. Not necessarily anyone, mind you, but Kyra was feeling, well, solitary. Singular. She had been feeling quite distant for a while. Wanting and needing to give and receive attention. Intimate, physical. Hard and purposeful. Her mind was constantly filled with images that she had to someday either act on or observe. She had not been touched or eaten out or talked to for a long time. And this Saturday would finally prove to be different.

She decided that this day would be the day to realize something she'd always wanted to do... whatever it was.

Kyra went to Nordstrom. The coffee shop there was elegant and comfortable. So she sat down and had a light latte. Opened a store catalog and began flipping through the pages. The store itself was light in business for the moment....it was 10:30 AM, after all. Lots of folks wouldn't get out until the afternoon. Suddenly something caught her eye...She couldn't believe what she saw, and she kept it to herself. Her chair was angled to see into a dressing room, where she breathlessly viewed a pair of feminine legs in blue heels. Some clothes were strewn beside her. She seemed to be leaning against a wall of the cubicle...where a man's torso abruptly appeared inside as well. He was on his knees in front of her, giving her head...or at least Kyra thought that's what she saw. There was another table open that would give a better look. So she quickly and stealthily moved to that next table for a better look. Her own pussy was twitching hard, and she had to step slowly. She began to quietly hum to herself....where in the hell did that come from? But she knew it was a signal....

As she sat down, Kyra saw that it was, indeed, what she thought it was. This man was shaking his face hard into this pussy that was spread open for him, and frantic arms grabbed his head. That was followed by shoving his head further into her cunt, as she put a leg up on the bench for balance. Kyra found herself reaching down into her crotch and rubbing her cunt with her hand and her nails....which penetrated through the denim and made her softly cry out. This went on for a few minutes, until security strolled over to the cubicle and knocked on the door. Kyra stopped her wanna-fuck and watched. The door was opened and the two inside frantically put their clothes back on and themselves together. They were being escorted out. Kyra saw this and gathered her own things. Who were these people and why aren't they coming over here?

She followed them out the door at a safe distance, because no matter how badly she wanted a part in this, Kyra knew this was one of those risks that she always dreamed about and could never really act upon. The woman was attractive, tanned, wearing a forest-green sundress and heels to match. He was comfortably dressed in a tank top and a pair of khaki shorts. Both of them made Kyra salivate inside..."And I've never really been with a woman!" The thought bolted through her mind...and the anticipation of what she was chasing made her pussy wet and her mind wander.

The couple walked a couple of blocks and turned a corner. Kyra, still keeping her distance, picked up her pace a bit to make sure they stayed in sight. When she went around the corner, she saw that they were gone. She stood and did a panoramic turn to cover all her bases. When she realized that they had disappeared, she slowly strolled into a waiting bar/restaurant. It was close to noon and the place was pleasant, filled with patrons enjoying their lunch and their friends. She sat....The waiter came over. "Hi, welcome to Ronnie's Hideaway." He was cute enough, certainly, but not what she was in the mood for at the moment. Her juices were turned on, and Kyra needed...something. "Oh, why the hell not. A Manhattan, please" she said quietly. He left her a menu and walked away.

The memory of what she saw was burned into her mind. Kyra took a long drink of the water on the table. There was lemon on the side, so she put a slice into the glass. Twirled it around. Drank some more. Her hand drifted down to her crotch again. The vision of the man's head being forced into that waiting cunt kept coming to her over and over. The waiter brought her cocktail to her. The tablecloth hid her moves from him as she said "Thank you. I'll order in a moment." She looked around the place; everyone was preoccupied. Kyra stared off into her mirage, seeing that head roughly running side to side on the pussy, hands all over his head, pulling his hair. Kyra drove the heel of her hand into her pubic bone; she had to feel something NOW. All was being put to the side in favor of this rough, rotating motion on her pussy through the jeans. More and more. Harder and harder she did herself, not believing how brave...or how foolish...this event could become. Closer and closer she approached her own cum. Damn, this was fucking HOT, she cried inwardly...and she didn't care who was watching. Finally...finally she began to feel the familiar pangs of orgasm. It shot up into her head and back down...."UUUNNNHHH!" She tried to stifle her vocal reaction and did, to some degree, but a woman at the table to Kyra's right turned around to see where the noise came from. She didn't notice Kyra's flushed face, the driving right arm hammering down onto her cunt, being absolutely forced to cum....which came in a second wave, to Kyra's utter surprise: "FUUCCKKK!!" she cried out, not quite quashing her voice this time. Hell, by now she didn't care. But she did let up on herself...slowly....because this was a thrill she didn't anticipate.

Now the waiter came back. "What would you like today?" He knew she hadn't looked at the menu from its position on the table. Kyra, feigning some semblance of normalcy, blurted out: "Let me have a chef salad. Raspberry vinegarette on the side." "Very good, ma'am." And as he did before, the young waiter left as quickly as he had arrived.

Kyra went to the ladies' room. Inside the stall, where she made herself a bit more comfortable, she spread her legs and furiously rubbed her clit, all pretense shoved aside in the name of simple lust. "OHFUCK!" she said to herself. Her pussy was already drenched in Kyrajuice, and now it was a much easier self-fuck. Two finger inside herself: "Goddammit! Ohfuck...OHFUCK!" One of the occupied stalls suddenly opened up, and Kyra heard "Get a fucking room, tramp!...Jesus..." She laughed easily and kept up the steady fucking with her fingers. She took the nails on the other hand and kept flicking the now-swollen clit with vigor. Her vocal monster fell into place...."Fuckmeyoufucker....Jesus, I can't believe this....OHHOHHHOHOHHHH!!" Harder and faster she went at it, obliviously to the women walking in and out....she just wanted the cum, and nobody was going to take it away from her... "JEEEEE-SSSUUUSSS!" Kyra filled her pussy with three fingers and kept up the pressure with her other hand, angrily rubbing her clit. A torrent followed: "YOUMOTHERFUCKER....FUCK ME.....FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK....FFFFUUUUUUUUCCCKKKKK!!!" There it was, the one she wanted. And then...for the first time, Kyra began to squirt. "OHMYFUCKINGGODOHGOD!!!" It shot into the toilet like she was a damned race horse. This whole episode lasted only a couple of minutes, but to her, it was a glorious, unadulterated moment in her sexual history. She wanted it and she got it. Then...at last, she started coming down from the orgasmic high.

And still she wasn't through with herself.

In her purse was an egg-shaped vibrator. It had a remote attachment to it. Kyra calmed her body down and reached into that purse. Pulling out the egg, she slipped it easily into her waiting cunt. She pulled up her jeans, washed her hands like a good girl always does, and returned to her table........where her salad was waiting. And it actually looked really good. She began eating. Slowly, methodically, she poured the dressing onto her salad, as sensually as she could do it. Then she took a bite....DAMN, it was good. After the salad was about a third gone, she opened her purse and turned on the remote. The thick, shapely walls of those wonderful pussy lips started their vibrations from the effect of the feisty blue egg. When it all began, Kyra was startled by its suddenness.

One of the great fantasy scenarios of men...and this exciting little bitch was doing it to herself.

As the egg vibrated, Kyra's eating of the salad became a bit abrupt, a little labored...because, dammit, she couldn't concentrate on her meal. It felt so-o-o good in its constancy of movement. And seemed pretty quiet, even though most of those toys, she remembered, were too fucking noisy. She turned it up a notch and audibly exclaimed "OH!!!" The faster movement was just right for her, and she moved those pussy muscles to her own tune....those Kegels came in handy...The more she enveloped the toy, the more she got hot about it all. More and more it came, and she was getting close again. By now, her salad was nearly gone, and she didn't know it happened...by this point, Kyra was just along for the ride. And the egg was hitting her G-spot almost perfectly. She took one more bite of the salad. A long swig of the water. She crossed her legs and cracked up the remote to its high setting."ohohohohohohOHOHOHOHHHHHHGGGGOODDDDDDDDDD!!!" A huge orgasm immediately took over her sanity. "fuckfuckfuckfuckFUCKFUCK!!" She couldn't stop, she couldn't do anything except ride the fucker out until she couldn't cum anymore. On and on it went, feeling like she was on fire. Par for the course when you are a hot little slut like Kyra. Then she was forced to move..."OHGODDAMNIT...OHMYFUCKINGGOD!!!" Her dirty mouth brought everyone in the restaurant into play. They watched her intently...some repulsed, some applauding, a couple actually joining in. Kyra had the remote in her hand. Her waiter came over. She threw herself into him with energetic flair...."PL-EEE-SS-EEE!!!! TU-RR-NN IT ALLTHEWAYUUUUUPPP!!!" The youngster was in shock, but a woman stepped up and grabbed it from her: "Hold on, honey!" And she cranked the fucker up to the ultimate. It knocked Kyra down onto the floor and she convulsed and laughed and cried and swore and did everything that a lady wouldn't do....but this was no lady, this was a real woman who was doing her own cunt in the best way she could.Suddenly for the second time in her life.....Kyra experienced squirting. A huge flood of Kyra filled her jeans, down her leg onto her shoes. She was spasming fiercely, out of energy and holding on to her consciousness. She looked up to see.....the young woman and her partner that she chased out of the store....they were smiling from ear to ear.....She said "Home, James!!!" They bent down to pick Kyra up off the floor. The remote was still on its high and so was Kyra.........

Then, breathless and spent, happy to be that way.........she awoke from her dream.

Her pussy was wet and twitching. She got all her faculties together and slowly realized....she had the whole day ahead of her....:)