Misty Erotic Fanfiction : Misadventures in Masturbation Chapter 1

Misadventures in Masturbation Chapter 1

“Admit it. You couldn’t even think of calling without the first words out of your mouth…”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I said I’m sorry already.” Misty grumbled into her cell, knowing what was coming.

“…was how was the Gym, how are the Poke’mon. Did I feed the Seel this, did I remember to check on the Magikarp, what’s the Poliwags doing, how’s the Rhemoria doing… right?”

“I’m not that single minded.” she hissed under her breath, trying her best to stay calm. “I only asked because…”

“I’m your stay at home hubby while mommy has to earn a living as a great big wonderful Poke’mon Gym Leader, oh fearless Misty… yeah, yeah, I know.” (she could almost hear her smiling over the phone) “Now are you going to be a good girl and put on that live vid feed on your phone so your beloved can watch (and record for posterity’s sake) her beloved take her clothes off and masturbate her steamy lovely little furry bushel of love right before her needy ey---”

“FAITHE!!” she nearly cried out, gritting her teeth at the thought. “I will, I will, but do you have to be so straight forward about it? I mean come on!”

“You’re a grown woman now, Misty my love, no need to be shy about your sexual urges.”

“No need for you to be so high maintenance.” Misty countered, her free hand gingerly plucking open the buttons on her gym leader’s uniform. “I can’t believe you got me a copy of my old traveling clothes for pajamas! It isn’t exactly bedtime wear… well, until you laced it all in that soft fabric that makes it feel too good to wear for anything but bed that is.”

“Honey, dearest, considering what you “wore” in your youth it’s a wonder your virginity wasn’t taken until our wedding night a year ago!” Faithe rallied, “I mean short short and that little top? Damn, you were total sexy before you were…” (the phone fades out for a few seconds, only to come back again strong) “…damn. Anyway what are you doing right now? Spare me nothing! Tell me everything!”

“…well…” Misty said, lying the phone to one side so she’d had two free hands. “I’m lying on a outdoor sunbathing chair catching some rays, wearing the teeniest tiniest bikini…”

“Like in that picture from your younger days?”

“Yes, like THAT.” Misty growled, “How the hell did you get THOSE I have no idea (I can’t even say I’d want to know who you got them from). But yes, only I’m taller now, bigger, more mature…”

“But enough about your tits, tell me more about you.”

Misty’s face darkened, “If I didn’t love you so I’d hang up on you.” (sighs as she tries to regain her composure) “Well I’m lying decked out in the sun, the light shining over my lightly oiled form as I…” (her fingers pull away her top until she tosses the heavy uniform to one side, lying back into her position fingering her silk bra with eager touches of her fingers, slowly feeling her nipples harden under her focused attention. “…slowly begin to warm up to taking my top off, exposing my ample breasts to you my lover, nipples hardened just waiting for a lover’s lips to grip them tight and milk them steadily.”

“I like that! I like that! Tell me more!”

“Well…” Misty thinks, her fingers still gently dancing over her breasts tantalizing herself as her lover listened spellbound to her every word. “…the gentle swaying of the boat is getting me in the mood as I prepare myself before submitting my flesh for your pleasure. Body aching to be unbound, yearning to feel sexual release before your wanton gaze. Your mouth watering as you drool over what you can already see before you, need overtaking us slowly but surely…”

“So you’re totally in your cabin waiting for the rain to come down, right? Because the weather report said the storm was going to rage for awhile and all ships (including yours) are being held in wait out at seas until it’s safe to make landfall during a major hurricane.”

Misty ;sighed miserably as her gaze turned to one side, even as she stood up to place her cellphone in place, seconds later stripping away her working pants. “I can’t believe you still love these little shorts.” she muttered, slipping her old familiar former adventure shorts on before climbing back into bed. To one side, the object of her gaze, the heavily shuttered barrier that covered what used to be the sliding glass doors that led to the private sunning balcony overlooking the ship’s deck. Because of the storm all outward windows were now shuttered, with a holographic realtime feed of outside conditions being displayed with the scrolling text “Due to the storm conditions outside, all access to the deck is restricted only to crew and emergency staff. All passengers please stay within the ship and keep monitoring the weather link for updates.”

As she turns her phone’s visual link on, she lays back into the bed snapping her bra open, fingers plucking and tugging at her nipples as they stand perk and hard at the top of her breasts. “I can’t believe I actually wore the damn things to the four corners of the Earth like they were the height of fashion… god how many perverts got a hard on just watching me walk with those things on…”

“Are you getting hot?” Faithe sighed, “Just watching you play with your titties while looking at those hot shorts on your ass is getting me hot… mmmm…” (a barely audible moan fills the phone speaker) “…oh my I’m already wet just staring at your half nude body… oh baby… look at me!”

Misty turns her head catching a glimpse on her phone screen of Faithe’s spread legs, her hot pussy beginning to juice as her love begins to finger herself. “I’m already going at it just thinking of you.”

“More than just thinking.” she responds, moving so she could pull her shorts up her legs, baring her own pussy to her love. “I wish I was in your arms right now, love…” (shrieks) “…oh goddess my cunt’s so sensitive… fuck I could cum right now…”

“No! No!” the phone cried, Faithe’s fingers slowing down, “Don’t cum without me! Don’t!”

“I won’t… I won’t…” (Misty pants harder and harder, her fingers slowing to a steady rhythm, keeping pace with her lover watching her signs as she slowly brought herself towards her brink). “Goddess don’t dally though, I gotta cum… cum with you… cum.”

Misty shut her eyes tight, teeth clenched as she rolled back and forth in her lust, sweat dripping all along her mostly nude form. Her shorts stretched, her legs pulling wider and wider apart kept this close only because her little shorts pulled down to her knees. Her fingers dug in, alternating between stroking, rubbing her nub in quick spinning circles, and finger banging her pussy.

Her thoughts, fevered, remembered…

* * * * * * *

It was while camping during a trip to find new water Poke’mon that they first made love. Already an item, and soon to marry, the moment Faithe crawled into Misty’s sleeping bag naked she knew they were going to be making love before the night was done. Hot and fevered lovemaking gripped them, Faithe’s fingers feverishly stroking her love’s cunt even as her thugh humped and stroked along Faithe’s pussy in turn. The two were gripped in each other’s grasp, held tight as their sexes climbed higher and higher towards release… cunts moist with pre-cum, bodies dripping with sweat, release imminent.

But still, despite the privacy of Misty’s tent, she didn’t want anyone else to know what they were doing so she clamped her mouth down on Faith’s shoulder biting down hard to muffle her screams as her body shuddered near her orgasm. Moving her hand to hold Misty tight, Faithe’s thigh slid in place humping her love’s cunt as her own thigh did in turn, fluids running as Faithe gritted her teeth, crying out in her mind “We’re cumming!! We’re cumming!!”

* * * * * *

The sound of fabric tearing broke Misty’s concentration as her fingers brought her to release, her ass humping up to the air as her cunt came and came in splurts of love juices over and over again. Her scream filled the silence as Faithe’s own cries of release joined her’s in unison. Both women cumming together, despite the miles that separated them, two pussies cumming as one.

As Misty finally kicked away the shorts, spreading her limbs out spread eagle, her breath rasping in her ears hard, she heard Faithe rasp “Goddess that was good.”

“Not enough.” Misty hissed, “I want more.” she groaned, “When I’m feeling it again I want to cum again… and again… goddess…”

“Let’s make a game… of it.”

“?”
Misty rolls over to look at the phone screen. “What?”

“Let’s… imagine… little stories while cumming… masturbation tales…”

Misty smiled a little, “Think you’re better than me? Like that?”

“No offense but…” Faithe coughs a little as she rolls to her side, “…you’re not the most… imaginative girl… I’ll show you…” (blinks) “Oh, and you bit like a girl… the first time.”

“Oh shut up.” (Misty rolls herself into her blankets, feeling the soft silk smother her sensitive skin. “Goddess just doing this I could cum.”

“Not without me, lover.”

Suddenly the thought of telling erotic tales to masturbate to didn’t seem like such a queer idea. In fact it was beginning to sound better and better by the minute.
To be continued.