Irma's Lonely Night

Irma took off her glasses. She'd had a long day, and was ready to wind down and relax. She flipped the light off in her room and closed the door, before plopping down on her bed. She held up her glasses and looked at them. They were big and red, with square frames. She liked them very much. "What to do, what to do, what to do..." Irma mused to herself. She was too tired to do anything useful, but she didn't feel sleepy. She closed her eyes and imagined having a man lying beside her. Ooh, that'd be nice. A nice warm guy would be real fun. Irma trailed a hand down the front of her shirt and squeezed one of her pert breasts. "Mmm," she cooed, grasping her breast more firmly now. She squeezed it and rubbed it for a few minutes, feeling her body grow hotter. She trailed her hand down farther and grabbed the hem of her shirt, hiking it up and over her head and shoulders, and then tossed it onto the floor. She leaned up and grabbed the front of her strapless bra, and spun it around so that the clasps were on the front. She unhooked them, and breathed a small sigh as her breasts were freed from their restraints.

She held her breasts in her hands and squeezed them together. "They're this big, I shouldn't have such a tough time finding a neat guy," she said somberly to herself. She really was proud of them, holding them tightly in her palms and feeling their heat. She ran her fingers across them and began softly tweeking her own nipples. "Ah.. this feels good," she purred, imagining that a hunky guy was doing this to her. She pulled at her nipples and squeezed them lightly, before trying something she had never done before: she craned her head down and hefted up her right bosom, until her lips met her nipple. She kissed it, and then poked her tongue out and gave it a soft lick. A shiver ran through Irma's chest. She licked her nipple again and again, each time sending a new charge of pleasure through her body. She had a thought and pursed her lips around her nipple, and then slowly sucked on it. "MMM," she purred, again imagining a hunky guy doing this to her. She continued sucking on her nipple, until she felt a distinctly familiar ache coming from her lower body.

She released her bosom and laid flat on the bed again. She unzipped her dress and pushed it down her legs, and then kicked it onto the floor. She trailed her hand across her stomach, lightly flitting against her skin with her fingertips, until she ran her fingers across the hem of her panties. She pushed her hand into her panties and felt herself. She slid her fingers across her wet slit, and slowly began rubbing it. "Ahhh, yes, keep doing that," she groaned. She raised her hand a little and began rubbing her fingers against her clit in a steady spiral motion as her body grew warmer and her breathing grew deeper. She rubbed faster, keeping pressure on her little nub as she felt pleasure spike through her body. But there was still an ache, an emptiness. Her body felt like it needed something more. Irma opened her eyes and looked over to her nightstand, where she had placed her glasses. She reached over with her left hand and picked them up. She stared at her glasses for a moment, silently admiring the rigid plastic frame. She unfolded one of the ear arms and held it to her lips, giving it a loving lick as she imagined that it was a firm cock.

When she thought it was suitably wet, she slid her glasses into her panties and carefully guided the wet arm to her entrance. She slowly pushed it inside of herself. "OoooooH yes!" she groaned as she pushed the arm deeper inside. She felt the hooked arm push at her inner walls, poking and rubbing inside her as she slowly began thrusting the object in and out of her moist pussy. Sparks of pleasure shot through her lower body as she picked up speed. She began twisting her glasses, letting the arm push around inside her until the hooked end was facing forward and she felt a sudden jolt. Her eyes went wide. "...What was that?" she mouthed breathlessly. She pulled the glasses arm against that spot again and felt another jolt of pleasure. It felt too good! More firmly now, she continued rubbing that sensitive spot. She used her left hand to guide the arm of her glasses and let it grind against that special spot inside her, and with her right hand she began rubbing her clit once more. She picked up the pace, as sweat began building on her body and her breathing beginning to come in exasperated gasps.

The pleasure built up and up, until Irma finally came. She moaned loudly as her thin body shook with pleasure on her bed, and her vision clouded. After a few moments, she opened her eyes. There was no man there, doing these things to her. Her lips quivered, and she felt a small pang of loneliness. She slowly pulled her glasses arm out of her tender pussy, and then brought her spectacles up out of her panties. She held them to her face before softly kissing both lenses. She really liked her glasses, and she felt glad that they liked her too.

Author's Comments:
Wrote this for a request in IRC. Written entirely in IRC's little chatbox, proofread and minor edits applied later in WordPad. While horrible -like all of my stories- this was a fun little exercise in writing female masturbation, so I hope you've all enjoyed it. As always, thanks for reading, and feedback is strongly encouraged.