Dreaming of Him.
#4 of The Complex
Hey look! More "girl on self" action!! I'm a sad, sad man. Ingredients: Surprise, somewhat detailed description of sex, objects and a horny fur. For those with allergic reactions to the mentioned ingredients, are in locals not suited for this product, or are not legal to purchase this product, place it back onto the self. Or you can call Poison Control now.
- * * Joan laid on her bed, stomach down, looking at a picture of her love. She couldn't help but to stare at the orca in the picture, he blue eyes flowing perfectly into the muscular build he possessed. How she missed his touch. "But he should be home soon enough, girl," she told herself before she put the frame down and climbed off the bed. She walked into the bathroom, taking a look at the form in the mirror. Seems like this dolphin was full of energy. Her B-cup breasts stood firm against her body, matching well with the toned upper body she possessed. Trailing down Joan also noted the strong legs, strengthened from years of swimming and her sleek tail. She ran a finger along the light gray skin and frowned, feeling it as getting dried out. "Nothing that the shower can't fix," she proclaimed as she reached in and turned on the water. Nothing. She pounded on the faucets, then the showerhead itself before she broke it. "Dammit! Great....well at least I live under the pool." So she grabbed a towel and flung it over her shoulder before she walked out the front door of '1006,' heading for the stairwell. She was glad the pool was on the roof with its canopy covering, and happier that the 10th floor was primarily for the aquatic mammals. She climbed the quick flight and stepped out onto the '11th floor,' smelling the post-rain air. Then something seemed to click in her mind when she saw a towel just on a pool chair. No one ever forgets a towel up here. She tossed hers on a chair and peeked into the water, then dove in the deep end. She spotted an otter sitting at the bottom of the pool. "She must crazy!" she thought as she swam over. Joan got close and just floated in front of her for what seemed like forever. This gave her plenty of time to just look at the form just built for swimming. A slender frame trailed into a long tail, the whole body covered in a toasted brown fur. The otter finally opened her eyes, then formed a startled look before she pushed off the bottom with her legs and quickly surfaced, gasping for air as she clung to the edge. Joan followed her up, receiving a squeal from the otter along with a push on her forehead when she popped up next to her. "For the Gods sake, Joan, don't scare me like that!" "Well maybe if you weren't sitting still on the bottom like that, I wouldn't have freaked, Elise. I swore you drowned down there." Joan protested. She had a concerned look on her face, her skin having sheen from the water. "Well, how long was I down there for, anyway?" "About 4 minutes." Elise raised an arm into the air in triumph. "Yeah! New record!" Joan gave off her clicks of approval. "Alright. But hey, I gotta get going." She said as she pulled herself out. She grabbed her towel off the chair she threw it onto, and was almost to the stairwell before Elise shouted out again. "Hey! Aren't you gonna dry off?" Joan turned back to look at her. "No need to, El. I needed to get wet anyway. My showerhead is shot and all the stores are almost closed, so a quick dive would do me good. Later!" She gave a wave before she stepped into the stairs. She quickly went down the flight and walked back into her room, feeling the last of the water absorbing into her skin. "Mmmmm....that feels soooo much better," she sighed out before heading back to her bedroom, climbing onto the bed and grabbing the picture of the orca. "Oh, James," she cooed. "Why did you have to go on that trip...leaving me alone...to just sit her and think about...all...that." Her voice trailed off as she let out a moan, grinding lightly against the sheets. A light bulb seemed to go off in her head as she reached under the bed and pulled out a box, placing it on her lap. She always wondered why James did this, but at that moment she was glad he did. She pulled the lid off the box and looked squarely at the dildo inside. He must of paid good money to get an exact replica of his cock made, 10 inches long, slightly curved with a tapered tip. "Oh Gods. I forget how big he is sometimes," she said, reaching into a night table to grab a bottle of lube. She pulled the dildo out the box and applied a generous layer of lube onto it, still wondering how she gets this to fit into her. She slowly lay back on the bed, letting her tail and legs hang off the edge. She bit her bottom, then slowly started to slip in the dildo, slowly starting to moan. She felt it stop as it hit the back wall, then inhaled sharply as she pushed a little harder, feeling herself stretch as the last two inches slipped in. She panted lightly, looking down to see the slight bump on her belly from the length. "Wow," she finally let slip out, slowly pulling it out to watch it disappear. She then pushed it back in, letting out a moan. She was starting to get the hang of it, slowly sliding the dildo in and out of her, giving off a moan/squeal every time she slid it back in. "Oh, James," she moaned out, "I wish this was really you." She began using the muscles of her sex to clamp and massage on the cock, sending her further along on her own pleasure. Then her eyes went wide as she heard a buzzing noise. Then she let out a high-pitched squeal, feeling the shaft begin to vibrate and send waves of intense pleasure through her. This was all she could take as she clamped hard around it, arching off the bed as she came, her juices flowing from her. She continued to buck and squeal as the dildo vibrated faster, as if trying to keep her in this constant state of bliss. She began to pant as she finally started to come down, loosing her grip and letting the shaft slip out of her onto the floor, its buzzing slowing to a stop. She couldn't move, her whole body still tense from the orgasm that rocked through her body. Even her fluke was locked in place. After what seemed like days, she finally was able to sit up, moaning lightly as she did. She looked at the small pool of her juices that the dildo was lying in on the floor, frowning lightly on how bad that was going to be once she had to clean it up. "Maybe later. I think I know a place to replace that shower head." She got up and stiffly walked into the bathroom, cleaning up her lower body with her washcloth. She then looked through her drawers and grabbed a pair of jeans and a tanktop and threw it on and headed out. After the elevator ride down to the 1st floor, she spotted the husky from the 8th climb out her car. Joan timed it just right so that the door was open, and she sensed that she wasn't happy for some reason. "Oh man, Chris is soooo screwed if he forgot her birthday was today." She chuckled at the thought as she headed for the mall a couple blocks away.