“Spectral Spanking”
By Maria Tanager
Copyright 2012 Maria Tanager
Smashwords Edition
This is a work of fiction. All characters and institutions are products of the author's imagination, used fictitiously. All characters depicted in sexual situations are consenting adults of at least eighteen years of age and unrelated by blood.
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It was close to midnight on Sunday and Ashley had just finished her paper. That damn thing had wasted her entire weekend, the American college junior thought with an exhausted sigh. She procrastinated for too long and then, with the due date coming up on Monday, had no choice but to stay in and marathon the entire thing. She couldn’t afford to let her grades drop; she’d be forced to quit her highly competitive athletic club, the dance team. But her effort paid off: the huge essay was complete just in time for tomorrow’s class. She prided herself for getting everything done on time despite putting off the assignment for as long as possible. Now she felt entitled to have some fun.
Ashley decided to get ready for bed. She went to the bathroom, brushed her teeth and came back to her dorm room to change into her night clothes. She had new lingerie she’d bought earlier that week, consisting of a matching black lace bra and skimpy panties that failed to conceal much of her tanned skin. The sexy lingerie set was intended to be a present for her long-distance boyfriend Simon, a grad school student currently studying abroad for a semester at a university in Germany. Ashley loved Simon deeply and they had fantastic chemistry in bed—she couldn’t wait for his exchange program to end so they could be together physically again.
“I’m too young for abstinence! These are supposed to be the best years of my life!” she complained aloud to herself. Ashley was only twenty-one. It frustrated the coed to see all her friends getting laid by hot guys at college parties while Ashley herself hadn’t gotten fucked in a couple of months—and not for lack of potential partners! Instead she had to settle for raunchy e-mail, late-night phone sex and explicit video chat sessions. Those were fun and made the girl feel deliciously naughty, like an amateur porn star. But it just wasn’t as satisfying as the real thing. Fortunately, Ashley thought to herself with enjoyment, tonight she had the dorm room all to herself. Ashley’s roommate was gone for the weekend. It was a perfect opportunity for some long-distance entertainment.
After putting on her provocative panties and bra, Ashley got into bed and snuggled under the warm covers with her laptop beside her, resting on the seat of her desk chair. She was excited to see her boyfriend’s reaction to her new lingerie: the thought had been turning her on all day, making it even more challenging to concentrate on schoolwork. Now it was almost time for the show to begin; Simon would Skype her soon for another webcam session.
Her skin tingled with anticipation all over. Ashley suddenly felt acutely aware of her nipples brushing against the clinging lace fabric of her bra. Imagining his lusty gaze on her toned dancer’s body, warmth concentrated quickly in her moistening, bald pussy. Before she realized what she was doing, she squeezed her slim thighs together hard, sending a wash of heat through her sensitive nub.
Ashley’s patience rapidly drained away as the prospect of waiting around for Simon became increasingly unpalatable. It was easy for the bored, horny coed to decide that she should amuse herself while waiting for her boyfriend. She reached under her bed to retrieve a bottle of lube and squeezed out a generous portion onto her fingers. While she let the cool gel sit on her fingers to come up to body temperature, she began petting her tits under the bra, brushing her tender skin with the very tips of her fingers. The gentle scratching sensation as her manicured, pink nails passed lightly over her tan nipples made them stand up eagerly. Her breath came faster and she let out little gasps and sighs of pleasure as she expertly teased herself, sending shivers of need through her chest and body. Moving more rapidly, Ashley felt each stroke channel pleasure directly to her waiting clit.
She reached into her lace panties and began spreading the lube into her ready folds. It was still somewhat chilly—she gasped loudly and instinctively pulled away slightly from the shock of sudden cold. But it felt great against her hot, tender skin and the wetness of it was a welcome supplement to her natural dew. She very slowly rubbed the lube all over her pussy. Both eyes were closed as she pretended Simon’s fingers were moving rhythmically between her long pussy lips and over the little button in the center.