The second hand on Sarah's grandfather clock ticks away. She stares at it, pure boredom seeping out of her. 47. 48. 49. She slaps the coffee table in front of her and jumps up from the couch. "Damn it! There's nothing to do!" She makes her way into the kitchen. As she opens the refrigerator in search of a snack, she noticed the lone banana on her countertop, left over from a fruit basket given to her by a coworker. A smile creeps over her face. Suddenly she felt her malaise just wash away as all sorts of dirty thoughts filled her head. She slams the fridge shut and bounds back into the living room.
Before sitting back down on the couch, she dances her hip-hugging jeans off and drops them to the ground. Her left hand slowly makes its way up her blouse. She slides two fingers under her bra and squeezes her right nipple. A chill shoots through the rest of her body like a shockwave. She lets out a tiny moan as her right hands dips down to her pink lace panties. She starts rubbing herself, all the while pinching and pulling on her erect nipples. After a few seconds, she growls to herself and rips off her shirt. Using both hands, she cups her bra and squeezes her breasts together. She grabs both cups and pulls her bra off over her head in one quick motion. As she lay back on the couch, her breasts settled, giving her the perfect view of her panties in between. She slides down her panties just enough for her to see her pussy. Seeing how wet she was sent another surge through her body. With her right hand on her tits, her left makes its way down to her eager clit. She catches it in between her first and second finger, giving it a light squeeze. She moans again.
She could feel herself getting even hornier. She moves her right hand down and inserts two fingers into her soaking wet hole. She screams as she enters herself, "Fuck!" She continues fingering and rubbing herself for several minutes, building herself up to what feels like it could be her most intense orgasm ever. Never had her own fingers felt as good as they did tonight. She pulls out of herself and stares at her glistening fingers. After a few seconds, she plunges them into her mouth, sucking her own steaming juices down her throat. The taste was so sweet. She wondered why she had never tasted herself before. Her fingers immediately go back into her tight pussy. As she fucked herself, her mind wandered with all the thoughts of things she could do to herself.
Suddenly her eyes widened and she pulled her fingers out. A few seconds later, she turns herself over and lays on her stomach. Her eyes move to the table next to her, with a thick permanent marker catching her eye. She grabs the marker and rubs it inside her pussy, making it slick and wet. She pulls it out and runs in down the crack of her ass. It stops just shy of her asshole, and makes its way back up. Sarah teased herself a couple more times, before finally inching the marker into her tight asshole. She pumps her ass hard with the marker, and uses her other hand to finger her pussy. She fucks herself faster. Faster. Faster. She feels the orgasm coming. Out of nowhere her doorbell rings. She pulls the marker and her fingers out of herself and looks toward the door. "This better be fucking good," she thinks to herself.
She doesn't even bother putting any clothes on. All she needs to do is crack the door and tell whoever it is to get lost. She opens the door very slightly and peeks out. It's a man in a uniform. She can't make out the logo. "Can I help you?"
To be continued...
So, what you guys need to do is tell me who is at the door, and why. I will take either the most popular answer or one that I think is really good, and use it to continue the story. For example, it could be a pizza delivery man who came to the wrong house by mistake, or an old friend from college who was in the area, etc. You pick, I write.