My Naked Play Day: Exploring My Sensual Side with Myself

I often joke that I’m a sex addict, but I don’t think that’s entirely a lie. I have a strong libido, and I like to indulge in it whenever possible. My husband is understanding, but sometimes I like to have a little solo fun when he’s not around. I call it a Naked Play Day, and it’s a time for me to pamper myself and explore my desires.

These days can be elaborate affairs, complete with bubble baths, shaving, and getting dressed up in my favorite outfits. I might even treat myself to a little online flirting, just for fun. But the real purpose of a Naked Play Day is to give myself permission to be a little naughty and explore my sensual side.

One of my favorite things to do on a Naked Play Day is to try and make myself squirt. It’s a challenge, but it’s also incredibly rewarding when I succeed. And when I’m in the right mindset, anything can happen.

Recently, my husband was out of town, and I decided to plan a special Naked Play Day for myself. I woke up feeling hungry and horny, so I decided to multi-task and edge while I went on a food run. I slipped into something comfortable – or rather, something that made me feel comfortable – and started getting ready.

I grabbed my favorite toys and lubes, and headed to the mirror to admire my reflection. I’ve always been proud of my body, and at 43, I feel like I’m in my prime. I’m a little curvier than I used to be, but I like the way it looks. And when I’m feeling confident, I know I can do anything.

As I stood in front of the mirror, I started to get a little turned on. I rubbed my breasts and nipples, and then moved on to my pussy. I hiked up my foot and rested it on the wall, so I could get a better look at myself. I was feeling pretty good, so I decided to take things to the next level.

I picked up a small vibrating butt plug and lubricated it with AstroGlide. I eased it into my anus, and then turned on the vibe. I added more lube and repeated the process until I felt nice and slippery. I was feeling pretty naughty, so I decided to take things to the next level.

I grabbed a tight vintage t-shirt and slipped it on, along with some old yoga pants. I pulled my hair back into a ponytail and threaded it through a Bama ball cap. I added some lip gloss and sneakers, and I was ready to go.

I headed out to McDonald’s in my old truck, with the vibrating plug buzzing away in my ass. I was feeling pretty good, so I started to get a little adventurous. I rubbed my clit through my pants and clinched my hungry pussy muscles. The crotch of my pants was getting wet, and I was starting to feel a little desperate.

But then, disaster struck. My truck started to overheat, and I had to pull over to the side of the road. I was stranded, and I had no idea what to do.

Just as I was starting to get worried, I saw a green 1970 Mach 1 with black racing stripes pull up behind me. The driver got out, and I recognized him as Travis, a guy from high school. He was tall, slim, with salt and pepper hair and a scruffy beard. He had piercing blue eyes, and a charming smile.

Travis looked at me with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. “Looks like the homecoming queen needs some help,” he said, his eyes lingering on my tits. I blushed, feeling a little self-conscious. But Travis just chuckled and said, “I’ve been wanting to give you a ride ever since I first saw you wearing a pink sweater and pigtails back in middle school.”

I rolled my eyes, feeling a little embarrassed. But Travis just smiled and said, “I’ll help ya out.” He helped me into his car, and we chatted as we drove to my house. But I could tell that Travis was intrigued by me, and I was starting to feel a little flustered.

As we drove, Travis asked me what was buzzing. I tried to play it cool, but I knew he was referring to the vibrating plug in my ass. I just laughed and said, “My stomach’s just growling.” But Travis looked at me with a knowing glint in his eye, and I could tell that he wasn’t buying it.

We pulled up to Make Out Point, a spot we used to go parking in high school. Travis lit up a doobie and put on some music, and I could feel myself getting lost in the moment. He offered me a kiss, and I leaned in, feeling a spark of electricity as our lips met.

We made out for a while, and I could feel myself getting hotter and hotter. Travis’s hands were all over me, and I was grinding my buzzing ass all over his lap. I could feel his hard cock trapped in his jeans, and I was getting more and more turned on by the minute.

Travis pulled me over onto his lap, and we continued to make out. I was rubbing my breasts, pulling on my nipples, and sucking them as I watched him work. He was methodical and thorough, and I could feel myself getting closer and closer to orgasm.

But then, the butt plug started to buzz, and Travis laughed. “I think your battery is dying,” he said, and pulled me over onto the picnic table. He helped me remove my shoes and pants, and then sat me up on the table, spreading my thighs wide.

Travis rubbed my inner thighs, and then sank to his knees to worship at my altar. He breathed on my core, and then licked around and under the flange of the vibe, wetting and teasing my slightly stretched and tender asshole. I felt a few sparks start to cluster, and I knew I was getting close to orgasm.

Travis licked a trail from my anus, slowly over my slightly parted wet pussy lips, to my small, hidden clit. He licked it hard and began to suck it rhythmically, while one of his long fingers breached my pussy. I was grinding and moaning, feeling a wave of pleasure wash over me.

“Ohhhh Kayla,” Travis said, his voice husky with desire. “You are soaking wet, Baby.” He pulled his finger out and sucked on my juices, and then flattened his tongue and licked me in long broad lapping strokes.

Travis was thorough and canvased my pussy, my ass, and the surrounding area, even teasing the crease at the apex of my thighs. I started rubbing my breasts, pulling on my nipples, and sucking them as I watched him work. He pinned me firmly in place and continued his oral attack.

As Travis’s fingers danced across my sensitive skin, I felt my body begin to tremble with anticipation. He slid two fingers, pads up, into my wetness, and I gasped as he started to tease my G-spot with increasing pressure.

“Oh, yeah… that feels so good,” I moaned.

Travis’s tongue became harder and more insistent, rubbing against my clit in a fast, rhythmic motion. I tugged on his hair, my fingers digging deep into his scalp as I felt my orgasm building.

“Please… don’t stop,” I begged, my voice barely above a whisper.

Travis clamped his mouth down on my clit, sucking it in with a hard, rhythmic motion as his fingers squeezed and flexed my G-spot in time. I was getting louder now, my body bucking against his as I felt my release building.

“I’m so close… oh, God, I’m going to cum,” I gasped.

And then, suddenly, I was erupting, my body shaking and convulsing as I squirted a small jet of ejaculate across Travis’s nose and onto his eyebrow. The next few pulses sprayed a mist onto his face, beading up on his cheeks and mustache.

“Fuck, Kayla… that was incredible,” Travis breathed, his eyes shining with excitement.

He stood up, pulling his T-shirt over his head to reveal a smooth, wiry physique. I watched, my eyes devouring the sight of his naked body, as he pulled off his jeans and underwear.

“Damn, Travis… you look amazing,” I whispered, my eyes fixed on his impressive cock.

Travis grinned, waggling his cock at me as he asked, “So, Miss Kayla… do you want some of this?”

“Yes, please,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

He rubbed the head of his cock against my slit, teasing me with a slow, sweet motion. “Ask me nicely,” he whispered, his eyes glinting with amusement.

“I want you to fuck me, Travis,” I begged, my voice husky with desire. “Please… I want you to make me feel good.”

Travis’s face softened, his eyes filling with tenderness as he kissed me. I could taste myself on his lips, and I knew I was in for a wild ride.

As he eased his cock into my pussy, I felt a surge of pain, but Travis was gentle, his soft voice and soothing touch calming me as he slid in and out, stretching and filling me with his enormous cock.

“It’s okay, baby… I’ve got you,” he whispered, his voice a gentle breeze in my ear.

I felt myself relaxing, my body opening up to him as he slid deeper and deeper, his cock hitting bottom before too long. I knew he wasn’t all the way in, but I was ready for him, my body aching with desire.

“Your pussy is like a vice,” Travis growled, his voice strained with effort. “I’m not going to last much longer.”

I arched my back, pulling on my nipples as he pinned my knees on either side of me. He was long-stroking me now, his balls slapping my ass with every stroke. The vacuum from our tight, wet union was making loud sucking noises, and I felt myself getting closer and closer to orgasm.

“I’m going to cum,” I gasped, my body convulsing around his cock.

Travis buried himself deep inside me, his cock throbbing with release as I felt him cumming deep inside me. My pulsing love muscles milked him, and I felt his aftershocks rocking my body.

As we caught our breath, Travis slumped on top of me, his cock still hard inside me. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, holding him close as we both laughed and kissed, our bodies still entwined from our wild and crazy sex.

But our joy was short-lived, as we both heard the crunch of gravel at the same time. A car was coming down the lane, and we knew we had to get out of there – fast.

“Don’t try to get dressed,” Travis whispered, scooping up his clothes and running towards his Mach 1. “Just grab your stuff and get in the car – hurry!”

I wrapped the sleeping bag around me and tried to gather my stuff as Travis hollered, “Come on!”

As we sped away from the scene, I couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. We had just had the wildest sex of my life, and now we were making a hasty exit with our clothes scattered all over the place.

Travis grinned at me, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “You’re going to have to do that thing for me again sometime,” he whispered, his voice husky with desire.

“I’d like that,” I whispered back, my eyes fixed on his face.

And as we sped off into the sunset, I knew that this was just the beginning of our wild and crazy adventure together.

As we drove away, I looked back and saw the City Parks vehicle pulling up, the guys laughing and pointing at us. I giggled, feeling a twinge of embarrassment.

Travis tooted the horn and motioned for me to keep going. I grinned, feeling a sense of freedom and exhilaration.

We became good friends with benefits after that crazy morning, and Travis kept my butt plug as a souvenir. He lets me drive his Mach 1 sometimes too, but I have to do that special thing he likes first. I like it too.