Chapter 2: Building Tension
Fucking hell! How long had it been since Jane tasted the sweet warmth of the big O? She didn't keep track anymore, didn't want to admit to herself just how pathetic she had become despite her successes in life. The aptly named Jane was a beautiful woman in her early thirties, with the kind of long, silky brown hair that men could play in for hours and a lithe slender figure that would make any self-respecting gay man weep.
She was an absolute tigress in the sack, at least back when she was still getting some, but right now her body was on the brink of delirium. Her need was desperate, and her solution was within grasp, in the form of her trusty buzzy friend.
Jane was right there, hovering on the edge of paradise, legs spread and quivering, every inch of her trembling as she drove her toy harder against her clit. Her breaths came fast and ragged, and she could barely think straight for the fuzz of pleasure building inside her.
Jane felt her thighs start to tense up, and she knew she was so fucking close, just a few more seconds of her fingers dancing on her clit and she'd be sent over the edge.
But of course, the universe had to go and fuck with her. She had barely registered the doorbell ringing over that glorious sound of her own cunt, but as she reluctantly pulled away from her toy, rage began to bubble deep within her.
"Who the fuck is it now?" she muttered as she stood up, vibrator still humming along, and stalked over to the door.
When she opened it, she found a package from Amazon, the dickhead. Oh well, at least it had delayed her orgasm for a moment. Jane burst into laughter as she grabbed the package, safely ensconced in her cardboard tomb, and carried it over to the dining table.
She flopped down onto the chair, spread her legs again and picked up the vibrator from where it lay on the table. This time, she was not going to let anyone or anything interrupt her, not even the goddamn Amazon Prime delivery guy.
Jane returned to the couch, the droplet of moisture glistening at the tip of her vibrator a taunting reminder of her previous aborted orgasm. Ignoring her phone, she focused on the task at hand. As she straddled the couch, she gave in to the desire coursing through her veins, the urgent need to be filled. She plunged the vibrator deep inside her, the tip grazing her g-spot just right.
But the phone rang again, just as she was on the precipice of an huge orgasm. Denied again! Jane was furious.
She glanced at the phone, saw her boss's name flashing on the screen, and hesitated for only a moment before picking it up and answering the call. "What is it, John?" she barked, already pissed off beyond belief.
"Jane, I'm sorry to do this to you," he began, "but I need you to come in right now for an emergency presentation. I know you were off this afternoon, but—"
She cut him off with a snarl. "I'm in the middle of something right now, John.
Can't it wait until tomorrow?" Jane asked, trying to keep her voice steady as the pleasure flooded her once more.
"No," said the boss. "It's an emergency presentation to the board.! They're here! You have to come in!"
"OK," replied Jane. "I'll be there in an hour."
She'd barely even registered her boss's response before tossing the phone onto the couch a few feet away and focusing again on the pulsating vibration against her clit.
"Fuck all this shit," she muttered, as the doorbell rang yet again. "What now?" she yelled, already pissed off beyond belief.
This time, she stormed straight for the door.
It was her husband.
"Sorry, honey, I forgot my keys this morning."
"I have to go to work in an hour. I'm horny and I need to cum. I cant go to work like this.," Jane told him.
"I want you to fuck me right now, hard and deep. I need to feel your cock driving into me, and I need it now."
Her husband, taken aback by her raw desire, didn't need any more convincing. He quickly obliged her demand, pushing her against the wall and lifting her leg up around his hip.
Jane moaned as he thrust inside her. It felt like heaven. She had been denied for too long and now she was going to make the most of every moment.
She wrapped her other leg around him, too, locking her ankles together behind his back. With that, she lost herself in the moment of pure bliss as he pounded her against the wall. She didn't even care if the neighbors heard her scream and curse at the top of her lungs. All that mattered was this feeling of relief and satisfaction that was starting to course through her veins as she met every one of his thrusts with her own.
Pulling his hair, Jane demanded. "Harder. Deeper. Faster. Harder. " Jane cried out, her fingers digging into her husband's back as he answered her plea by slamming into her with brutal force. Their moans and grunts echoed through the hallway, punctuated by the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. The raw, primal energy coursing through their veins was palpable, and Jane reveled in it.
She felt herself getting close, clenching around him as her climax built up deep within her.
Her husband started to grunt and Jane knew what that meant.
"Don't you dare cum before me!" She yelled.
"I need to get there first, you lazy fuck!"
Jane was a woman possessed. The vibrations from her buzzing friend had taken her to the very brink of insanity, and now she was on a mission: she needed to have an explosive orgasm before they both went to work.
She redoubled her efforts to rub herself against her husband while he was still inside her. Her nails raked down his back as she dug in deeper, wanting desperately to pull him even closer.
The friction of her clit grinding against his pubic bone was almost too much to bear, and she was making progress, feel the first flutters of her orgasm, the preamble to something mind-blowing and earth-shattering.
But he grunted one last time, came in her, and pulled out, just as she was about to go over the edge, leaving Jane writhing in mid-air. "I'm sorry," he gasped. "I tried to hold back but i couldn't."
Jane was in pure agony.
She had been right there, at the brink of her orgasm, but her asshole of a husband had come first. He had his own satisfaction while leaving her bereft and angry.
"Get out," she seethed, as he zipped up his pants and gathered himself to leave.
He protested, tried to explain, but Jane was having none of it. She pushed him out the door, slamming it in his face.
She was left alone in the bedroom, her body still pulsing with unfulfilled desire.
Jane threw herself across the bed, the frustration and anger consuming her entire being. The damp outline of her condensation-soaked lingerie was stark against her skin, a testament to just how close she'd been. She snatched her trusty vibrator from the nightstand, determined to take matters into her own hands.
With a sneer, she turned the device on and guided it toward her throbbing apex, clicking it to a higher intensity as she gritted her teeth in anticipation.
As the vibrations began to pulsate against her sensitive nub, a wave of pleasure washed over her. Jane threw her head back and let out a gut-wrenching scream, the orgasm building rapidly as the device hit all the right spots.
"Fuuuuuuuck!" she shouted, as her body began to shake and convulse. Her clit throbbed in sympathy to the rhythm of the vibe, and the wave of relief started to course through her body.
The shrill ring of her alarm came out of no where and denied her yet another orgasm. It was time to go to work.
Jane was on the verge of tears.
She had been so close to reaching an incredible, intense orgasm, only to be denied by the unforgiving ring of her alarm clock. She knew that her need would only grow stronger throughout the day, that her hunger and need for release would only build up until she was practically bursting at the seams.
She tossed the vibrator aside in disgust, rolling over onto her stomach as her body continued to throb and pulse with unsatisfied desire.
She could literally feel her clit throbbing. She had been denied an orgasm several times in the last hour.
She had never been this horny and now she had to go to work.
Jane cursed as she got dressed, feeling the dampness between her legs as she slid her panties up her thighs. In her hurry, she disnt realize she put on her vibrating pantiea by miatake. She looked down at her thighs, admiring the glistening moisture on her tight black lace underwear. Damn it! Why can't she just be allowed to cum?
She fumed silently, as she wriggled into her skirt, wincing slightly as the vibrating panties grazed her clit. She had intended to wear a pair of lace thongs today, but in her haste, she must have picked up the wrong pair from the clean laundry basket.
Well, fuck it. Maybe wearing the vibrating panties under her work clothes will bring her some small measure of relief throughout the day. It was a long shot, but she wasn't exactly in a position to be picky right now.