Ashley's New Attitude
Samantha Whitney
Published: 2011
Tag(s): masturbation erotica "adult themes"
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Ashley's New Attitude
By Samantha Whitney
Copyright 2011 Samantha Whitney
for Hartley Independent Publishing
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“Thanks for coming out with me tonight. I hope you had a good time,” Larry said.
Yeah, going on a date to a Narcotics Anonymous meeting ain’t usually what I call a ‘good time.’
“Sure!” Thankfully, he didn’t know me well enough to know my fake smile. “Those were some really good cookies at the meeting.” I always tried to focus on the positive, no matter the situation.
I waved a quick goodbye and gave him another big smile as I stepped out of his Prius.
I sure hope he wasn’t expecting a kiss goodnight.
Quickly, I opened the door of my brand new, bright red Jetta and leapt inside with the dexterity of a bobcat.
Larry stared at me from his car. I gave him another big smile and a wave as I started the ignition. He finally drove off, hopefully to never be seen by me again.
I was really glad I hadn’t given him my phone number or my real last name. It would be easy enough to block his email address.
This is the last straw. The final nail in the coffin of my online dating experiment.
Over the past six months I’d met more guys online than I could count. I started this whole thing with enthusiasm, and I seemed to have a lot more success with it than any of my single girlfriends. But this particular night had exhausted me.
It was my personal policy to meet each guy twice before making a decision about whether or not to see him again. That is, unless he completely turned me off on the first meeting. And I always met them at a coffee shop because they’re public, require minimal monetary investment, and one can easily make a quick getaway. The only time I met a guy for dinner instead of coffee was a complete disaster because I wanted to leave twenty minutes after we sat down. I was stuck there for another excruciating half hour until the check came.
Larry seemed nice at the coffee shop. We talked for about two hours. He told me he had a past drug problem, and I was fine with it. I don’t like to judge people. Besides, I’m related to several recovering addicts – one of whom became a drug counselor – so it was cool. Larry’s crystal clear blue eyes, his pierced eyebrow, and his penchant for tatoo’s might have clouded my judgment a little. My attraction to bad boys was something I couldn’t deny. Not that piercings and tatoo’s make a guy ‘bad,’ necessarily. But something about Larry was really hot in an ‘I used to be bad’ sort of way.
A Narcotics Anonymous meeting as a second date? Ugh. When I got there it was obvious he wanted to immerse me in his world a little too fast. He wanted me to meet some of his old friends to hear stories about the old days, and how far he’d come since then. It was too much, too soon.
The whole thing made me realize I wasn’t looking for anything serious. But Larry was. He wanted to show me who he was right off the bat. I just wanted to have fun and continue shopping around. It wasn’t fair to him.
Less than an hour after my date with Larry was over, I had deleted all of my online dating profiles. Out of a sense of decency, I sent Larry a quick email to tell him I thought we wanted different things and I didn’t want to waste any more of his time. I planned to never check that email address again. I’d never know his response.
I went to the kitchen for a bowl of my favorite mint chocolate chip ice cream. The container was practically freezer burnt. I smiled, thinking about my self control. My pants had gotten progressively tighter over the past three years, since I started working at Burns & Foster. After cutting out sugar for the past month I was able to fit comfortably into my size 4 pants again.
One bowl won’t hurt me.
I sat back down at my computer with my ice cream and logged on to Facebook.
A friend request? Jason Duncan?
I clicked on the profile. Both his name and his pictures were unfamiliar to me. But damn… he’s kinda hot. A bit preppier than my usual type, but still…
I meant to send him a message but accidentally clicked the option to accept his friend request.
Shit!
Oh well. At least he’s cute.
I reached for my bowl of semi-freezer burnt ice cream and had a few spoonfuls. Then my chat window popped up.
Jason Duncan: I didn’t mean to send you a friend request. I’m sorry.
I sat the bowl back down on the desk.
Ashley McKellan: Do I know you?
Jason Duncan: We sent messages back and forth on the ProMiza forum today and I sent an email to your personal address. FB asked if I wanted to add some new friends from my address book and I guess you got in there somehow. Sorry.
Ashley McKellan: Thanks for giving me instructions on running that query today. ProMiza sucks.
ProMiza was a new database software we’d just implemented at work. I hated it. We received minimal training, and the software itself wasn’t very intuitive. It seemed like it was built by programmers, for programmers. And I wasn’t a programmer – I was a Project Analyst. I had to resort to going online to various forums to figure out how to do my job.
I clicked through Jason’s photo’s. Somebody had tagged a picture of him playing basketball the previous August. His shirt was off, and he was going in for a lay-up.
Day-um… Hello abs.. hello pecs… the biceps deserve a greeting as well…
He looked so good in that picture, it could almost make me ignore how clean cut and polished he looked in the rest of the pictures. I wasn’t usually into the white collar, preppy type, but I sure would’ve considered an evening alone with Mr. Duncan. His profile said he was 28 and lived in Decatur, Illinois. He worked as a Senior Systems Analyst at Mindstock International, whoever they were.
No relationship status was shown but it didn’t matter. He was too far away and I had no intention of doing the long distance thing. But flirting a little might be nice…
Jason Duncan: No prob. Let me know if you need any more help.
Ashley McKellan: Actually, I was going to email you in the morning about creating a report.
Jason Duncan: LOL
Jason Duncan: Doesn’t your company have an IT department?
Ashley McKellan: *rolls eyes* don’t get me started…
Jason Duncan: LOL again.
Jason Duncan: Maybe we should stay friends then. ;)
Yum! A wink. Is he clicking around my profile too?
Jason Duncan: So, you’re in South Carol
ina?
Yes, he sure is.
Ashley McKellan: Yep.
Jason Duncan: You work in Charlotte? How long is your commute?
Ashley McKellan: It’s not too far from Rock Hill to Charlotte. It’s anywhere from a half hour to an hour, depending on when I leave.
Ashley McKellan: You’re in Illinois?
Jason and I went on for a while, chatting about work, then ProMiza, then a few other topics we had in common. Our profiles showed a lot of similar interests in movies and music.
Jason Duncan: Just got a phone call and I have to go. Hope to see you online again. Email me your question in the morning.
Ashley McKellan: Will do. Night.
I set my status to ‘offline’ and took my bowl of almost completely melted ice cream to the living room.
Thinking about the pictures of Jason, I was glad I had the presence of mind to stock up on batteries during my trip to the store a day earlier.
And then, an idea hit me. Why have I been trying to find a relationship?
I sure could go for a booty call tonight.
If only Jason lived closer… yummy, nerdy, preppy Jason. Something about hooking up with a hot nerd got me all tingly.
I walked to the kitchen as fast as possible. First, I rinsed out my bowl of ice cream. Then, I reached for the shopping bag still sitting on the counter from the day before. My new D batteries were in there, along with some scotch tape and a bottle of aspirin.
Shit, I’m boring.
I felt like such a loser when I looked inside that bag. When did I get so pathetic? Is this what I went to college for? To be a hot 25 year old, living alone, buying mundane crap at the store, excited about stale ice cream and a new pack of batteries?
I thought about the reason I had to buy those batteries. I knew I could’ve saved myself hundreds of dollars over the past few months by buying rechargeable ones instead.
Manuel, the sexy Latino maintenance guy at work… he was the sole reason for going through my last pack so quickly.
Before Manuel, it was Scott, the short, cute, British guy in the IT department. He came over any time my crappy computer had server connection problems. One day he had to crawl under my desk to check a cable and my mind wandered. The thought of his face between my legs led to a battery run after work.
Around the same time as Scott was Lisa, my friend, and smokin’ hot office manager. Her bachelorette party was coming up soon. Might be a good time to satisfy my curiosity…
Before Lisa, it was my boss, Joshua.
Before Joshua… shit…. does it matter?
I’m hot, young, and horny. A modern career woman. I deserve better than this.
I carried the new package upstairs and ripped it open with fury and a sense of self-loathing. I quickly washed my favorite vibrator in the bathroom sink and replaced the batteries.
Then I found my new medium-sized dildo in the drawer below the sink. I firmly suctioned it to the floor in front of the long bathroom mirror that stretched all the way to the floor.
Damn, my cousin Susie knows what she’s talking about… she suggested something to me when I caught up with her a few weeks earlier.
Masturbate in front of a mirror.
It made me laugh when I thought about what an exhibitionist she was. She told me about a special room she set up in her house just for this kind of thing. I planned to go to Oregon to visit her in December. Hopefully, she’d let me use the room.
I love this new routine.
Slowly, as if I had an audience, I stood in front of the mirror and undid the top button of my dark green sweater. Then the second one…
I smiled at myself and undid the next few quickly. I pulled the sweater wide open, admiring the way my breasts looked in my lacy black bra. My nipples were hard, like tiny, perfect diamonds.
I slid my arms out of the sweater and dropped it on the floor. I circled my nipples with my fingers on top of my bra.
Teasing myself had already gotten me extremely wet. I resisted the urge to lift up my skirt and go for it.
Just a little longer…
I cupped my breasts, squeezing my nipples between my fingers.
Mmm… enjoy it, Ashley…
It was almost like giving myself foreplay.
My hands reached behind my back to unhook my bra. Ever so slowly, I pulled the strap off of one shoulder, then the other. Then I dropped it on top of my sweater.
I stood there and gazed at my naked breasts in the mirror. They were very pretty, if I did say so myself… such nice, perky C cups.
I wonder if this is how Lisa’s look… hopefully I’ll find out soon.
For several minutes I massaged my tits, running my fingers around my nipples. Soon I was rocking my hips back and forth, feeling my thong against the lips of my pussy.
It was time…
I pulled up my skirt and looked in the mirror. I loved the way my pussy looked in my black thong.
A bit of doubt crept into my mind.. this is weird! I shouldn’t be so turned on by my own body, right?
Fuck that!
I was just online last week looking at porn. The female body is beautiful.
One of the best pictures I found was a woman bent over, showing her pussy from behind. I kept sticking my tongue out, wishing I could lick it as I sat on my bed with my laptop. My fingers had quite a workout that day.
Shit, I hope I can get Lisa to have a little fling with me before she gets married.
We’d gotten changed in front of each other after work one day, before we all went out for drinks. She had such a sexy, curvy little body. When she bent over, her panties were pushed off slightly to the left side. For a brief, glorious second I saw her lips and her clit. She stood back up and smiled at me like she knew I’d been looking. We’d never talked about it.
Maybe I can talk her into going out for drinks again soon. And maybe coming back to my townhouse…
I spread my legs wide and pulled my thong in between my lips. I grabbed the back of my thong with my other hand and stretched it back and forth across my lips. The crotch of the thong was instantly soaked.
I kept pulling my thong back and forth… it felt so good. It was a different sensation than I got from my fingers or my vibrator. I moved it faster and faster, enjoying the feel of the cotton fabric, until I couldn’t take it anymore. I rapidly pulled the thong down to the floor and stepped out of it.
I smiled in the mirror at my naked body.
My vibrator sat on the edge of the sink. I don’t even remember grabbing it. I just know it suddenly found its way into my hand.
I spread my legs wider and turned the vibrator on and stuck the tip of it between my legs.
Mmm… . yes!
I used a slow speed to try not to come too quickly. I wanted to take my time and really enjoy myself.
Masturbation isn’t something I need to rush. I have a gorgeous body and it deserves some quality attention.
I used my left hand to spread my pussy lips wide, then I gently ran the tip of the vibrator in circles around my clit before taking it up and down my wet, swollen lips. My entire pussy was soaked, letting the vibrator glide across it easily. I went back and forth, then side to side. Then I had to turn the setting up a notch.
“Ohhh!” I yelled and tossed my head back as the vibrator slowly entered me.
Immediately, I knew I couldn’t take it anymore. I need a dick, and I need to feel it deep inside me.
I wrapped my fingers around the cold, wrought iron towel rack. I just had it moved to a more strategic level on my bathroom wall. It was at the perfect height where I could hold onto it and brace myself while I humped my dildo.
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