The Continuing Drama of Annie and Sally

The next part of this compelling drama by Dharani in the story of Annie and Sally. Will Annie ever declare her feelings or she live with her fantasies fo ever?

Annie has her toys why don't you? Go on treat yourself and…

Want to read more of The Roommate? Then click the link and the world of Sally and Annie is open to you.

Chapter 4

Part 1

Indeed, there certainly was something about Sally, but for Annie, more noticeably it was her scent. Annie always knew when she was at home. It was a soft, musky-woodsy aroma that gently lingered behind her. This scent wasn’t from a bottle, but seemed to emit from Sally herself.

At first, Annie found the scent annoying to her nose – she preferred all things floral. As her desire for Sally simmered, what had once been slightly unpleasant now became a subtle stimulus. Whenever encountered, at first detection, it never failed to heighten Annie’s senses.

Sally’s aroma became an ever-present subliminal seduction. It quietly wore away at Annie’s propriety. The scent reminded her that she was slowly losing her power to resist. There was no escape from Sally’s scent or Annie’s feelings for her.

The logistics of incorporating another person into an existing household is never a simple one. Both women had a love for shoes, which was immediately apparent as one navigated through them like a mine-field upon entering the flat.

“During the second week of Sally”, returning home from a short trip to the grocery, Annie tripped over her cork wedges in the foyer and dropped her canvas tote bag of groceries. Kneeling on the floor collecting the errant items, Annie kept her annoyance in check.

She pushed all their shoes aside and sat on the floor to organize them all by pairing them up. As she did, she thought her roommate’s taste in shoes left a lot to be desired. Her words echoed around in her head for a second as she thought – Left a lot to be desired? What wasn’t undesirable about Sally? She couldn’t think of a thing.

Picking up the cork wedge sandal, looking at it closely, Annie wondered how Sally could possibly walk in them - with a cute little wiggle, as she wistfully recalled. She examined the one-piece sole and heel with its long red leather straps and had to admit to herself that they were indeed sexy.  Just like Sally.

Secretly touching something that belonged to her gave Annie that now familiar twinge. Lifting the sandal to her nose, Sally’s scent was there. It was enough to send her juices flowing. Annie hungered to get close to her, but the thought of actually making the overture was frightening. What if she didn’t respond or even worse - reported her to Michael, the Headmaster of the school? It was all just too great a risk to take.

Juices now flowing along with her thoughts, Annie ran her hand lightly along the smooth sides of the cork sole. Sally’s feet were so small, she thought, enjoying the feeling of the buttery-soft red leather straps as she ran them between her fingers.

Since the invasion of Sally, Annie was in a constant state of sexual tension. Sitting on the floor in the foyer, she now remembered she was home alone. Reaching over to her canvas tote, Annie dumped the salad cucumbers out of their thin plastic bag. She chose a small thin one and took the plastic bag.

It was one of those hot still mid-September afternoons and Annie wore a cotton halter sundress, the skirt now up around her waist as she sat on the floor in the foyer. Peeling off her damp knickers, Annie’s hot, bare bum absorbed the refreshing cool of the ceramic tiles.  Unfastening the halter top of her dress, she freed her full breasts. The cool air felt good on her skin as she slowly caressed and teased her small brown nipples up into thick nubs.

Annie put one of Sally’s cork wedge sandals into the plastic bag and tied it closed. Getting into position on the cool tiles with her back against the wall, she drew her knees up towards her chest with her legs apart, bare feet on the floor.

After a few deep calming breaths, Annie eased the small cucumber in and then out of her vagina to slicken it up; then parting her thick lips, she laid it over her aroused clitoris. Holding it in place between the tick lips of her pussy, she began to gently slide its nubby surface over her clit. Her flesh stiffened up under its cool hardness. Now she focused her attention totally on her arousal.

Changing things up, she slipped the cucumber back into her vagina, enjoying the feeling of its fullness inside her.  Taking Sally’s sandal enclosed in the plastic bag, she held it by the heel and massaged the outside of her lips and mound with its wide toe. The muscles of her vagina contracted in response, gripping its hidden contents.

Now turning the sandal around and holding it by the toe, Annie nudged her lips apart with its narrow heel and her gentle assault began. Placing its ribbed rubber pad over her hard clit shaft, Annie allowed the weight of the shoe to ride on the cushion of her fleshy clit hood as she nudged the sandal back and forth in short, quick rapid strokes.

As she became more excited, Annie gradually eased the heel up her wet flesh to the root of her clit hidden in the bottom of her mound. Firmer and harder strokes drove electric waves of pleasure down into her thighs and up into her stomach. The change in sensation had initially delayed her coming, but it didn’t take long for this to also become pleasurable as Annie brought herself once again close to the edge.

Forcing herself to stop, she put down the sandal to put off the moment. Her flesh was trembling and unfulfilled. If she wanted to enjoy the pleasure of this feeling a little while longer, she had to calm down. Laying out on the cool tile she focused on her breath while gently teasing her nipples with her cold fingertips. 

Annie now opted for the tenderness of her own fingers on her hot flesh. Spreading her legs wide, she removed the cucumber. Slipping the first two fingers of her hand into her wet pussy, she drew them out along with her moisture and spreading them, rested one on either side of her aching clit.  

With heel of her palm in her mound, Annie held her lips closed around her two fingers. She rapidly massaged the flesh in an almost vibrating motion under her hand. She wanted the moment to last as long as possible, so she resisted directly touching her hot clit with her fingers – letting her palm do the stimulating from up in her mound. She was excited, but she knew it would be a struggle if she didn’t allow a fantasy of Sally to play in her head to guide her.    

Sally was pleasuring Annie as her buttocks suddenly clenched with mounting tension. Her pelvis gyrated and tingled under her massaging palm and her clit ached from repeated engorgement with no release. Her nipples were tender to her touches ….

Again, Annie forced herself to cool down again, this time by rolling over on her stomach - the cold tiles shocking her breasts and torso, distracting her attention from the twitching and throbbing in her pussy.

Calm again, but exhausted from the strain, Annie now took Sally’s other sandal and laid the insole down over her face so she could smell Sally’s aroma as she was ready to bring herself to back to the edge of ecstasy with the aid of fantasy and her skilfully soft fingertips.

Allowing her cool fingers to gently caress the soft sides of her breasts, Annie now slipped back into her fantasy –

They were now in her bed and Sally was on her stomach bent over a pile of pillows with her legs spread and her posterior exposed for Annie to enjoy to her heart’s content ….

Annie’s fingertips were now tracing feather-light circles over her own breasts, teasing the flesh into goose bumps and gently twisting her nipples erect.

She kissed her way down Sally’s bum to the pink petals of her secret flesh and lightly licked and sucked them. Applying gentle licking kisses around the opening of her exposed vagina, Annie began to lovingly probe her with her tongue. She could now taste Sally’s musky-woodsy flavour. Kissing her way up her hard shaft, Annie’s tongue sought out the smooth flesh at the very top of Sally’s clit, rubbing it with the tip of her tongue down to her hard clit head. Once there, she licked up and gathered Sally’s long pulsing strip of flesh between her lips….               

Not holding back, this time Annie allowed herself the pleasure of release as the sexual tension skyrocketed inside her pelvis and shot down into her thighs. She continued to rub her clit as the first wave hit, but the intensity after that was just too much, opting instead to hold her breasts and press her erect nipples between her thumbs and forefingers to heighten her pleasure. She lay this way on the cool tiles until the internal tsunami of sexual release finally subsided.

Want to read more of The Roommate? Then click the link and the world of Sally and Annie is open to you.

Many women love to have a toy to self-pleasure go on treat yourself

Tags: the roommate, female masturbation, self pleasure, , masturbation, women self pleasure