Squirting in Grey Leggings
Title: A Squirting Symphony in Grey Leggings
The sun was still peeking over the horizon as Sarah rolled out of bed, stretching her lithe limbs. Her roommate Lisa was already up, the sweet aroma of fresh coffee wafting through their dorm. Sarah pulled on her favorite grey leggings, the soft fabric hugging her curvy figure. She slipped an oversized t-shirt over her head and padded down the hall to the kitchen.
“Morning, Lisa!” Sarah chirped, grabbing a mug from the cupboard. “Whatcha working on?”
Lisa looked up from her laptop, her long chestnut hair falling in soft waves over her shoulders. “Just reviewing some notes for my psychology class. What about you? Any hot plans today?”
Sarah shrugged, pouring herself a generous serving of steaming coffee. “Not really. Thinking I might do some online shopping later though. Maybe pick up a new toy to keep me company.”
Lisa’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Ooh, sounds scandalous! I just got a new vibrator last week, wanna see?”
Sarah raised an eyebrow. “Uh, sure… I guess.”
Lisa hopped up from her chair and disappeared into her bedroom. A moment later she returned, holding a sleek pink toy. “Ta-da! It’s got this cool pulsating function. Drives me wild!”
Sarah took the vibrator, turning it over in her hands. She couldn’t help but imagine how it would feel buzzing between her thighs. A flush crept over her cheeks as illicit images danced in her mind. “Wow, that’s… something else,” she managed to say, her voice coming out slightly breathless.
Lisa noticed Sarah’s reddened face and smirked knowingly. “Why don’t you take it for a test run? I’m heading out to the library in a bit.”
Sarah hesitated for only a second before snatching the vibrator from Lisa’s hand. “Thanks! I’ll give it a try.”
She scurried back to her room, the vibrator hidden behind her back. Shutting the door, she flung herself onto the bed. The silky sheets felt cool against her flushed skin. She slid her hand under her shirt, cupping her breast. Her nipples were already pebbled, betraying her arousal. Reaching down, she slipped her fingers under the waistband of her leggings, stroking her aching clit.
Sarah’s fingers dipped lower, parting her slick folds. She eased two fingers inside, groaning as she thrust them in and out. Her free hand slipped under her shirt to knead her heavy breast. Electric jolts of pleasure shot through her body.
But it wasn’t enough. She needed more. Releasing her breast, Sarah fumbled for the vibrator where it lay beside her on the mattress. She switched it on, letting the buzzing toy slide up her inner thigh. The light touch nearly had her bucking off the bed. Slowly, teasingly, she dragged the vibrator upwards until the tip rested against her throbbing clit.
“Oh fuck,” she gasped, her hips lifting off the bed. The intense vibrations sent waves of bliss crashing over her. Her entire body felt hyper-sensitive, every nerve ending alight. She circled the pulsing toy around her sensitive nub, moaning wantonly.
Burying the vibe between her slick folds, Sarah began pumping it in and out, fucking herself with the toy. Her juices coated the device, dripping down to soak her leggings. The feel of the clingy material stuck to her skin only amplified her pleasure, adding a delicious friction.
Sarah’s face contorted in ecstasy as her climax swiftly built. One hand flew to her mouth, biting into her knuckles to muffle her cries. She pumped the vibrator harder, grinding it against her g-spot with wild abandon.
With a strangled whimper, her orgasm ripped through her. Throbbing pulses radiating out from her core, shaking her to the very foundation. Her back arched as a geyser of girl-cum squirted from her trembling pussy. The gush soaked through her leggings, creating a wicked wet patch on the once-grey cotton.
Sarah slumped against the pillows, her body awash in residual shuddering twitches. She looked down at her messy leggings, the sight of them drenched in her arousal giving her a thrill. Pushing herself to an unsteady sitting position, she peeled off the damp bottoms and t-shirt. She tossed them into her laundry basket, glancing at herself in the full length mirror. Her flushed, disheveled appearance made her look deliciously debauched.
Rummaging through her drawers, Sarah slipped on a tiny denim skirt and tight cropped tank top. One more look in the mirror and she was satisfied with her appearance. Her secret squirting session left her in a state of heightened sensitivity and she couldn’t help but imagine who she might run into today. The slight draft of her skirt against her bare mound made her clench with desire.
Stepping out of her dorm room, the cool air prickled Sarah’s exposed skin. She couldn’t wipe the satisfied smirk from her face as she walked down the hall. Grabbing her bookbag, she headed out into the warm spring day filled with promise and sinful possibilities.
