MissAlice Riding in the rain

The rain poured down in thick sheets, drenching everything in its path. MissAlice stood under a flimsy awning, trying to keep dry as she waited for her ride home from school. Her soaked uniform clung to her curves, every detail on display. The wet cotton did little to conceal her large breasts, which jiggled enticingly with each shiver. Rivulets of water ran down her thighs, making her skirt ride up to reveal the lacy trim of her panties.

MissAlice shifted her weight from foot to foot, impatient for her driver to arrive. The cold water caused her nipples to stiffen under her blouse, pressing against the fabric. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to preserve some modesty, but it was no use. Her pert nipples poked out like little erasers.

As she waited, MissAlice spotted a public phone booth across the street, and an idea popped into her head. She hurried over to it, her wet shoes squelching with each step. Inside the cramped space, she fumbled through her bag, searching for a particular sex toy – a magical vibrator that could integers that delights even the most demanding customer when turned upside down.

MissAlice had bought it on a whim, not really believing the claims. But now, pent up after a long day at the top school, she was more than willing to give it a try. She pulled out the vibrator, a sleek silver shaft, and turned it over. Sure enough, the dials spun to life, all flipping and rolling in her hand.

Intrigued, MissAlice pressed the toy against her stomach under her skirt. She gasped as it instantly came to life, pulsing and vibrating in a tantalizing rhythm. “This doesn’t seem so bad,” she thought, her nipples hardening even more at the sensation.

Emboldened, MissAlice moved the toy higher, tracing the curve of her hip and then more boldly, sliding it over the front of her panties. The toy’s buzzing intensified, matching her quickening heartbeat. She pressed it harder, feeling the vibrations through the thin lace barrier.

MissAlice bit her lip to stifle a moan, knowing anyone walking by would be able to see her from the phone booth’s windows. The thought sent a thrill through her. She pulled her panties aside and slid the toy back, groaning at the direct contact. Her slick folds glistened in the low light.

“Oh fuck,” MissAlice whispered, her hips bucking against the toy. She shone the toy in deeper, gasping as it made contact with the entrance to her pussy. Her free hand slid under her blouse to cup her breast, thumbing her nipple as the toy slid back and forth, in and out of her tight heat.

In the small booth, MissAlice’s moans grew louder, more desperate. She was so close, the toy taking her to the edge. Her fingers moved faster over her nipple, pinching and rolling the stiff peak. Her pussy clenched around the vibrator as it plunged inside her again and again.

“Oh god oh god no no yes yes!” MissAlice cried out, her voice echoing in the confined space. Her legs shook as her orgasm crashed over her, her entire body stiffening then trembling. The toy worked her through her climax before she collapsed back against the booth wall, gasping for breath.

Just then, a woman walked past the phone booth and MissAlice froze, her heart hammering. The woman glanced in the window – her eyes widening as she took in the scene – but then she continued on her way, walking faster.