An Evening to Herself
Very brief (1000 word) story snippet featuring Kattalin, Nahia's mother, enjoying some alone time in her college dormitory in the early 80s.
I'm considering taking writing commissions, and this is one of several example stories I'll be uploading in the coming days!
An Evening to Herself
Spring, 1981
Kattalin stood in the bathtub, hunched over herself with the hot water of the shower cascading over her back and dripping down the underside of her thick, muscular tail and toned legs. In her hand, buzzing quietly, was an electric trimmer. It wasn't waterproof, but it was battery powered, and Kattalin was skilled enough in using it to know how not to get it wet. The young dragon used her left hand to stretch and tighten the skin of her pubic region as she trimmed the patch of hair that grew there, just to a nice, neat level, rather than shaving it smooth. It was less itchy this way. In a sense, she resented growing up, just a little. When she'd been younger, her pubic hair had been thinner and softer, but these days, left to its own devices, it grew thicker and bushier than she was comfortable with, although society at large didn't seem fussed by such things. Yet.
Once she was evenly trimmed, the edges shorter than the middle, Kattalin carefully put the trimmer on the edge of the bathroom sink, reaching around the edge of the shower curtain to do so, before finishing up her shower. She leaned back under the water, letting it flow over the front of her body, cascading down her slender body to wash away the trimmings of her pubic hair. Her thick, auburn hair was plastered to her head, neck and shoulders, and in a statement of the times, her armpits were unshaven. Kattalin adored the college lifestyle for its ability to facilitate such statements of femininity. After a moment or two more of standing beneath the warm cascade, she shut off the water and stepped out of the bathtub. It always felt nice to be fresh and clean, and the relatively cool air of the college dormitory felt nice on her skin as she cursorily dried herself in the steamy bathroom.
Leaving a trail of drips over the wooden floor, Kattalin made her way over to her dresser to finish drying and grooming herself. She vigorously towelled her hair, her back, and carefully dried her more sensitive areas, a soft grunt leaving her lips as she dried off her womanhood, and the underside of her tail. The familiar tingle of arousal sparkled up her spine as the soft towel brushed over her, and she bit her lip. She was alone in her shared dormitory room. Her roommate, a loud and obnoxious girl with no sense of personal space or privacy, was mercifully absent. For once.
Sitting on the edge of her bed, Kattalin fell back naked onto her mattress, impure thoughts buzzing around her mind like moths around a campfire. Buzzing like her trimmer. She teasingly stroked her fingertips up and down over her modest bust, her smooth belly and thighs, and finally, her soft lower lips. The occasional gentle sound left her lips as she teased herself, working herself gently and gradually into a state of spine-tingling arousal. It didn't take long. It never did. The familiar tightness and throb in her core caused her to push her hips upward with a flex of her powerful tail, grinding herself onto the palm of her hand and leaving a smear of slippery wetness against it. Kattalin, when at home, masturbated several times a day, but at college in a shared room it was difficult at best to do so, even with the partition between their sleeping areas, and her heightened sensitivity elicited a gasp from her. Her fingers, two of them, slid up and around her clitoris, pushing her hood upward to expose the sensitive button within to the cool air, and she trembled.
Fuck it.
Rolling to her feet once more, the dragoness padded back into the bathroom. It felt hot and stuffy now compared to the dorm room, and she closed the door on her way back out, trimmer in hand. Kattalin flipped onto her belly, and slid her pillow below her body, sandwiching her right hand between her pubic mound and the pillow, the black plastic body of the trimmer held against her womanhood.
Bzzzzzzzz.
The vibration of the trimmer's body - the blades carefully shielded with their plastic cover - sent a slow, boiling tingle through her body, from her toes to her nipples. She rolled and gyrated her hips, rubbing slowly side to side across her clit as she ground onto the pillow, rocking back and forth a little and biting her lip. Her pace picked up gradually as she masturbated, the quiet buzzing, her rhythmic breathing interrupted by grunts and moans, indicating a young woman who'd gone far too long without release. The buildup was intense and fast, and after barely two minutes of the trimmer's reliable vibration, Kattalin hunched, shuddering as she expertly edged herself, her fingertip flicking the trimmer on and off, feeling the rhythmic throb of her body as it desperately tried and failed to climax.
Over and over, Kattalin repeated this, until her hand, her thighs, and the pillow beneath her were soaked with her arousal, the little dragon girl grinding and humping and riding her hand and trimmer and pillow with a sensual rhythm of rising and falling away from her climax, riding the very edge of it, and letting it drop again.
As she hovered on the edge of climax, she tossed the trimmer aside on the mattress, parting her legs and rising up onto her knees to vigorously rub herself with her open palm. She was so close!
A few seconds of frantic rubbing, and her mouth fell open in a silent, guttural moan as her orgasm took her, pulsing and throbbing and causing all of her extremities to shake and convulse, the rhythmic clenching and releasing inside her soaking her hand with a little gush of heat. As it passed, Kattalin panted, rolling over onto her back with a huge grin on her muzzle, her skin glistening with sweat.
A second shower seemed to be on the cards...