Ibis - Leviathan Laroche (love letters to the dead .txt) 📗

my stomach. He used his forefinger to trace over the letters of the word printed in white on my tank top.

"TOY".

My nipples throbbed and looked obscene. I loved this top, but I rarely wore it in company, let alone outside. It was so tight and pink and girly. When it's washed and folded in my drawer and I pick it up, for some reason I always think of how distorted and stretched the word ‘toy' looks after I pull it down over my breasts. So different from when it's folded and flat. I always loved prancing around the house in it, teasing Johan and rubbing up against him. 

But now he was teasing me.

"My little toy," he whispered.

My knees almost collapsed as his fingertip circled my nipple. It was like a movie. Watching myself. 

"You're ready. Get your toys."

Johan picked up my beach bag and I grabbed the two toys from my dresser. Smiling, he took my elbow in his hand. 

There was no turning back now. 

He led me through the house and down the stairs into the lobby. He opened the front door and ushered me onto the landing. I was facing the street in the shadow of our house, and I was suddenly aware of the heat of the day, so much warmer than the air-conditioning inside. I kept the toys behind my back as I looked around at our neighbours' houses.

There was a very light breeze that cooled the skin but the sun would definitely tan us. The sky was blue and the birds and crickets were singing. 

I turned around to face Johan, continuing to hide the toys from prying eyes. He just stood in the frame of the door, holding it open and leaning against the doorjamb. He was blocking the way. 

It was clear - I was NOT going back inside. 

"Go on, you can do it," he said.

I nodded woodenly and turned back around. Swallowing, I somehow let my arms go limp. The toys felt sweaty as I rested my shaky hands by my sides. 

I bit my lip and I looked around again to see if the coast was clear. It was just after eight in the morning, and I was afraid someone might be leaving for work and see. God, I was so fucking nervous. There was a tight ball of fear in my stomach.

And I was hot! 

I could feel how juiced up I was. Every nervous move I made caused the Ben Wah balls to shift and click. Breath caught in my chest as a tremble ran through me.

I'd cultivated a rather obscure and aloof persona amongst our neighbours. I'd say hi but that was about it. Everyone around here was so rich that I never knew what to say anyway. 

What if they saw me carrying a sex toy in each hand to the car?

The idea of flaunting the toys I use in my cunt and ass, of a neighbour seeing me and knowing how much of a slut I am, gave me butterflies the size of pterodactyls.

I mean, what would they think! I'd be the talk of the street!

And yet, I had the strange, psychotic desire to do it. To show the world the toys I put in my cunt and ass. The idea had me literally dripping. I mean, what was wrong with me? The thought of being caught made my pussy clench and juices were wetting the insides of my thighs. 

My face was so hot and my nipples were aching. I looked down and swallowed again, trying to wet my dry mouth with my tongue. 

"I must be mad," I thought to myself, nervously looking around again.

It was so bright I was squinting. The white mustang looked beautiful. He must have polished it.

"Go on, there's no one watching," Johan urged.

I looked around once more and was pleased to see he was right. I was about to make a dash for it.

"Wait!"

I twisted my head around.

"Baby, I was just about to do it!" I complained.

Johan chuckled.

"I know. I just wanted to remind you to walk slowly and confidently. You may not run."

"You want me to walk slowly with a dildo in one hand and a butt plug in the other?"

"Yep."

"And lean over the door and put them in the glove box."

"Exactly."

My lip was getting a work over.

"Baby, you'll do it right or you'll do it over," he said.

"You'd make me do it again?"

"And you'll keep doing it until you do it right."

I looked at him like he was insane. He just chuckled his exasperating chuckle and grinned at me.

"I can't believe I'm gonna do this."

"Come here. Stand in front of me."

I sighed and moved toward him, my legs shaky, and looked up into his beautiful blue eyes.

At the edge of my vision I could see his hands reaching for my breasts.

"Keep looking into my eyes. Listen to my voice."

His hands curved around my breasts and my nipples felt fit to burst. His fingers centred on them and began twisting as they tightened.

"I love you baby," he breathed, staring into my eyes.

Once more my knees felt weak. A shudder ran through me.

"Ohhh… babyyy… nooo…" I whispered.

I pressed forward into his hands.

God, I'm really gonna do it. I'm really going to make a spectacle of myself.

"You are so beautiful like this."

The pressure on my nipples was unbearable. I gasped, my eyes pleading with his. My hands were clasped in front of me, my fingers tight around the toys, my knuckles white.

Johan whispered as he leaned down and kissed me.

"Don't look around, baby. Just go. Or perhaps you'd prefer I bent you over and shoved that butt plug up your ass right here in front of the house. Hmmm? You'd probably like that, wouldn't you, my dirty little slut?"

His fingers clamped tighter around my inflamed nipples. He was lifting my breasts. Lifting them by the nipples. My skin was burning up and my pussy was dripping down my thighs.

"Ohhhh…" I moaned.

My vision was strange, like in a dream world. There was a roar in my ears that I recognized. I hear it when I'm pre-orgasmic. A fire of ecstasy rippled through my clit as Johan turned me around and pushed me toward the steps down to the driveway. I'd have a total of six steps and maybe ten paces to the car.

It took a lifetime.

I wasn't thinking about how many paces it was anymore. I was just glad it wasn't far. I pulled my sunglasses down over my eyes and started down the steps. I was moving slowly and hoped I wouldn't cum. I didn't swing my arms. My hands gripped the toys tightly and they felt hot. My teeth were gritted. My eyes were half closed, trying to block out the world. I was watching where I placed each foot. Hoping not to stumble. Hoping to do well. Hoping Johan would let me cum. God, I needed to cum. I was gripping the Ben Wahs with the bizarre thought that I was so wet they might fall out of my pussy despite my bikini bottoms. They clicked with every step and shot fiery bolts of erotic tingles through my clit. Though I was watching my feet, I couldn't help but notice my nipples, standing so erect and stretching the fabric of my top.

A gentle breeze swirled around my legs and felt like tongues. Birds sang and it sounded like laughter. The gravel crunched under my sandals and it sounded like applause.

I smiled and held my head high. The car loomed in front of me. I was nearly there. The roar in my ears was almost deafening and the insides of my thighs were slick. I felt like I was floating. Floating on a tide of new sensations. My skin prickled and my nipples throbbed again. 

My hips swung and my feet followed one another up to the door of the car. I bent over, unaware of how far my little white skirt would ride up as I leaned in and opened the glove compartment.

Dutifully placing the toys in the glove box, I stood tall and looked back towards Johan at the front door. He waved and pointed toward the street. I turned in the direction he was pointing and watched as a school bus drove by. Rooted to the spot, I shivered.

"Fuck, that was close," I said aloud. 

I turned back to Johan and he was smiling as he shook his head. No one had seen. I'd done it! I almost ran back to him, up the steps and into his arms.

"I'm proud of you, baby."

I beamed and hugged him tighter, kissing his neck and pressing my pussy against his thigh. 

"How wet are you?" he whispered in my ear.

I took a step back and didn't even look around. I lifted the hem of my skirt and licked my lips as I showed him my cunt.

"Good Lord," he muttered.

I grinned. 

"You like, Mister?"

He glanced up at my eyes and back at my pussy. I started to feel self-conscious. I was hoping he'd let me drop the hem soon!

"They are pointless. Take them off."

"Johan…"

He looked sternly into my eyes.

"Now!"

"Y... yes, Sir."

Tentatively, I slipped my hands under my skirt and hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my tight bikini bottoms. Looking around, I wiggled my hips and slid them down over my hips and down my thighs. I let them go and they dropped to the ground. I stepped out of them and looked at Johan, then down at the wet fabric, then up to his eyes again. I felt like such a slut as I ran my tongue over my teeth and smiled. Shuddering, I bent at the waist and felt my skirt ride up as I stooped to pick them up.

If anyone was looking, they would have seen my pussy and the shiny insides of my thighs. If they were close enough. Or had binoculars. God, ‘binoculars'. I looked around. I never thought of binoculars. Maybe a lot of people were watching.

"Come, on. Let's go. You can hang them from the mirror."

My jaw dropped. 

Johan took my hand and tugged me playfully after him and I followed on wobbly legs.

I thought he was being gentlemanly as he led me around to my side and opened the door for me. As I stepped into the car, I realised the beaver shot I was going to give him and played it up.

I stepped one foot in and sat down, looking up at him. My legs were spread and his eyes were riveted between them.

"You have such a pretty cunt," he said quietly.

I looked down to see and the hem was a little in the way. I pulled it higher and looked.

"Do I?"

"Say it. Say, ‘I have a pretty cunt.'"

I blushed.

"I have a pretty cunt."

"That's right. Now stop showing it off like a whore and close your legs."

I swallowed and blushed harder, lifting my leg and putting it in beside the other. 

"Hang your panties on the mirror."

I unfurled them from the ball in my hand and hung them up. Johan threw the beach bag and towels on the floor behind my seat, then walked around to his side and hopped in.

Johan loves this car. So do I. I feel like one of those girls in the surfing movies from the sixties. I wished I had some of those big round sunglasses they wore. They are so hard to find these days.

The wind whipped my hair around my face and I loved it. It's so rare that we take the Mustang out for a spin. But now, I had a whole new appreciation for that throbbing, eight cylinder engine. Before long we were driving through town and when we stopped at lights, the whole car would shake and the Ben Wahs would ‘click click click', making me squirm. People would turn and look at the car. I was sure at least two girls noticed my panties hanging from the mirror. We'd only been driving for five minutes before I reached behind my seat to retrieve my towel to sit on.

"Good girl!" Johan yelled over the engine as we