My Quiet Evening Routine
Hello, I’m glad you’re ready to start this journey with me. No need to get bogged down in trivial details – just know that I’m a woman in my late thirties, with a bit of curves, and a penchant for comfort.
I’m single by choice, preferring the quiet and solitude of my own space to the chaos of a busy social life. But that doesn’t mean I don’t have needs – and desires – that need to be met. After a long day at the office, I often find myself craving some alone time, where I can unwind and recharge.
My favourite time of day is the late evening, when I can finally shed my work clothes and slip into something more relaxed. I change into a soft T-shirt and loose shorts, feeling the weight lift off my shoulders as I let go of the day’s stress. It’s a simple pleasure, but one that I cherish dearly.
I take a moment to feed my goldfish, a pair of Shubunkins that bring me joy and companionship. I’m not much of a cook, but I do enjoy a good meal, and I often make myself simple but satisfying dishes in the kitchen. It’s a quiet, peaceful time of day, one that I savour and enjoy.
I don’t watch TV, preferring to read or simply enjoy the quiet of the evening. I’ve always been a fan of hard rock music, and I often find myself lost in the sounds of my favourite bands. It’s a time for relaxation, and I make the most of it.
I’ve always slept naked, a habit that I picked up in college. My roommates and I would often have late-night conversations, and I’d find myself feeling more comfortable without clothes. It’s a feeling that’s stuck with me to this day.
Speaking of college, I have a special place in my heart for that time in my life. It was a time of discovery, of growth, and of learning to be myself. I met some amazing people, including a girl named Mila, who would change my life in ways I never could have imagined.
Mila was a striking presence, with her tall, pale beauty and her effortless style. She was confident and unapologetic, and I found myself drawn to her in ways I couldn’t quite explain. We became roommates, and our time together was marked by laughter, conversation, and a deepening connection.
One night, as we were getting ready for bed, Mila surprised me by stripping down to her bare skin. I was taken aback, but also strangely drawn to her. She looked at me with a mischievous glint in her eye, and I felt my heart skip a beat.
“Don’t be shy, Juliana,” she said, her voice low and husky. “I’m not asking you to do anything you don’t want to do. Just be yourself, and let’s enjoy each other’s company.”
I looked at her, feeling a mixture of desire and uncertainty. But as I gazed into her eyes, I knew that I wanted to be with her, to explore this newfound connection and see where it would take us.
“Okay,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. And with that, everything changed.
I slipped out of my clothes, feeling a sense of freedom and release that I’d never experienced before. Mila watched me with a smile, her eyes sparkling with amusement. And as I climbed into bed, I felt a sense of excitement and anticipation that I’d never felt before.
As I lay there, I couldn’t help but notice the silence between us. It was a comfortable silence, one that seemed to pulse with a newfound energy. I could feel Mila’s presence, her warmth and her kindness, and I knew that I wanted to be with her, to explore this newfound connection and see where it would take us.
I didn’t fall asleep right away, my mind racing with thoughts and feelings. But as I lay there, I began to feel a sense of calm wash over me. It was as if I’d finally found a place where I could be myself, where I could let go of my fears and doubts and simply be.
Mila’s voice cut through the silence, breaking the spell that had settled over me. “Good night, Juliana,” she said, her voice low and husky.
“Good night,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. And with that, I drifted off to sleep, feeling a sense of peace and contentment that I’d never known before.
I stood at the window, my breasts exposed to the cool breeze as the storm raged outside. I felt hot, and the wind seemed to be the only thing that could cool me down. The darkness of the room was punctuated by the occasional flash of lightning, and the thunder was so loud that it felt like the walls were shaking. I was lost in thought, my fingers drifting down to the waistband of my panties as I often did when I was alone in the room.
Mila’s voice was low and husky as she spoke behind me. “It’s so loud,” she said. “You won’t have to hold your breath and stifle your moans when you finger yourself tonight.”
I felt a shiver run down my spine as she put a hand on my shoulder and swung me around. “Huh?” I managed to say, trying to play it cool.
“Oh, Juliana,” she said with a smile. “Did you really imagine I couldn’t hear you masturbate every night? It’s only a small room, you know.”
I felt my face grow hot as I realized she was right. I had been so caught up in my own world that I had never thought about her hearing me. “I didn’t mean…”
“Of course you didn’t,” she said, her finger tracing the line of my jaw. “Why, look, she’s blushing! Did you really imagine that it was something to be ashamed of, or that I wasn’t doing it as well?”
“You were?” I asked, feeling a little bold.
“There isn’t an echo in here, is there?” Mila’s finger was still stroking my face. “Poor dear Juliana, you really need to be helped to set yourself free, don’t you? I should have known when I saw that nightgown.”
“Well,” I said, feeling a little more confident, “what do you want me to do?”
“Let’s see,” she said, her hands moving from my face to my shoulders. “Tell me what you think about when you masturbate.”
“Well, you know…”
“No, I don’t know,” she said, her eyes sparkling with interest. “I want you to tell me.”
“You,” I said, feeling a little bold.
“Nice and honest,” Mila said with a smile. “I like it. Do you want to know what I think about?”
“What?” I whispered, feeling a little shy.
“Umm…I think about how beautiful you are,” she said, her eyes locked on mine. “And I think about how much I want to touch you, to kiss you, to explore every inch of your body.”
I felt a shiver run down my spine as she spoke, and I knew that I wanted her to do just that. “Kiss me,” I said, feeling a little bold.
“Here?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Yes, here,” I said, feeling a little more confident. “Kiss me, Mila.”
Mila leaned forward and kissed me, her lips soft and gentle. I felt a rush of pleasure as she deepened the kiss, her tongue exploring my mouth. I was lost in the sensation, my hands clutching at her hair as she kissed me.
“Let me kiss these now,” she said, pulling back slightly. “You have the most beautiful breasts, Juliana.”
Mila’s eyes were locked on mine as she spoke, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. “Kiss them,” I said, feeling a little bold.
Mila leaned forward and kissed my breasts, her tongue circling my nipples. I felt a rush of pleasure as she kissed me, my body arching up towards her. “They taste wonderful,” she said, her voice low and husky.
“What else do you want to do?” I asked, feeling a little more confident.
“I want to see you,” she said, her eyes locked on mine. “I want to see your vagina, to touch you, to explore every inch of your body.”
I felt a shiver run down my spine as she spoke, and I knew that I wanted her to do just that. “Take off my panties,” I said, feeling a little bold.
“Are you sure?” Mila asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Yes, I’m sure,” I said, feeling a little more confident.
Mila smiled and reached for my waistband, her fingers hooking into the fabric of my panties. “I’ll take them off,” she said, her voice low and husky.
I felt a rush of pleasure as she pulled my panties down, my body arching up towards her. “Now,” she said, her eyes locked on mine. “We have an obstacle here. What shall we do with it?”
“Take it off,” I said, feeling a little bold.
“Are you sure?” Mila asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Yes, I’m sure,” I said, feeling a little more confident.
Mila smiled and reached for my panties, pulling them off and discarding them on the floor. “Now,” she said, her eyes locked on mine. “We can finally explore each other’s bodies, and see where this journey takes us.”
Mila’s fingers danced across my skin, her touch sending shivers down my spine as she slowly slid my panties down my thighs. Her pace was deliberate, each movement a sensual tease that left me breathless.
“I want to see you,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire.
I felt a thrill run through me as her fingers brushed against mine, her touch igniting a fire that spread through my entire body. She slid the panties down my knees, her fingers tracing the curve of my skin, before lifting my feet one by one to ease them off. Her kisses trailed up my thighs, a gentle, soothing caress that left my skin tingling.
“Why did you keep her hidden?” Mila asked, her voice full of wonder as she gazed at my vulva.
Her words were like a whispered promise, a vow to uncover the secrets that lay hidden beneath my clothing. I felt a flush rise to my cheeks as her eyes met mine, her gaze burning with a hunger that left me breathless.
“She’s beautiful,” Mila breathed, her words a gentle caress that left me shivering.
Her tongue danced across my labia, a gentle, exploratory touch that left me moaning with pleasure. I felt a wave of desire wash over me, my body responding to her touch as I arched my back and pushed against her mouth.
“That feels good, doesn’t it?” Mila asked, her voice husky with desire.
I nodded, my voice caught in my throat as she continued to lick me, her tongue a gentle, soothing caress that left me writhing with pleasure. I felt her fingers spread me open, her touch igniting a fire that spread through my entire body.
“I won’t hurt you,” Mila whispered, her voice a gentle reassurance that left me feeling vulnerable and exposed.
Her words were like a promise, a vow to protect me from the pleasures that lay ahead. She began to lick me, her tongue a gentle, soothing caress that left me moaning with pleasure. I felt a wave of desire wash over me, my body responding to her touch as I arched my back and pushed against her mouth.
“Not yet, my darling,” Mila whispered, her voice a gentle reminder to slow down and savor the moment.
I felt a pang of frustration, my body tense with anticipation as she continued to lick me, her tongue a gentle, soothing caress that left me writhing with pleasure. I felt her fingers spread me open, her touch igniting a fire that spread through my entire body.
“It’s going to feel much better,” Mila whispered, her voice a gentle promise that left me feeling vulnerable and exposed.
I nodded, my voice caught in my throat as she continued to lick me, her tongue a gentle, soothing caress that left me moaning with pleasure. I felt a wave of desire wash over me, my body responding to her touch as I arched my back and pushed against her mouth.
“Have patience,” Mila whispered, her voice a gentle reminder to slow down and savor the moment.
I felt a pang of frustration, my body tense with anticipation as she continued to lick me, her tongue a gentle, soothing caress that left me writhing with pleasure. I felt her fingers spread me open, her touch igniting a fire that spread through my entire body.
And then it happened, her tongue brushing my clitoris, flitting lightly over the tip of it and back again. An electric shock seemed to go through my entire body, from the joining place of my legs to every part of me.
“Ah!” I cried out aloud, sure that this couldn’t last.
But Mila was relentless, her tongue flicking back and forth across my clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my entire body. I felt my pelvic region tense up, building up to a climax, like a great wave approaching from the sea.
I could feel my uterus clenching, my vagina and my perineal muscles tightening. The wave built and built, towering until it touched the sky, and then it broke in a crashing orgasm so intense that I was thrashing all over the bed and crying out in ecstasy.
Mila was not done, however. I felt her fingers sliding into my vagina just as her tongue again found my clitoris. Again the wave was building out to sea, rushing upon my body where it waited, spreadeagled, on the beach, a naked little young woman, helpless and awaiting her fate.
And again it happened, and again.
Later, Mila would teach me many more things, but that first night would remain etched in my memory forever. We lay tangled together in bed, our naked limbs twined, our exhausted bodies pressed together, listening to the rain outside.
“You won’t need to sleep in your panties again,” Mila said.
I smiled, my voice barely above a whisper as I replied, “I won’t.”
“Ever again?” she asked, her voice full of curiosity.
I nodded, my voice firm. “Ever again.”
And I never did, except those few days every month when my uterine lining strips off and bleeds through my vagina.
“I have a feeling you mean it,” Mila said, her voice full of amusement.
She was right, and about many other things as well.