With the sound of children’s laughter and the rhythmic thud of little feet bouncing around her, Lucy couldn’t resist the siren call of the colorful inflatable fortress. The party was in full swing, a cacophony of balloons popping and sugared-up squeals, but she had a more private celebration in mind. Stealthily, she slipped away from the crowd of chaperoning parents, her pulse quickening as she approached the bouncy house, her eyes gleaming with mischief. The velvety fabric beckoned, a sanctuary of solitude amidst the chaos, the perfect place to indulge in a secret rendezvous with her own desires.
Her hand caressed the cool, inflated wall as she climbed inside, the plastic crunching gently under her. The air was thick with the sweet scent of rubber and a hint of sweat from the day’s exertions, a heady mix that only served to heighten her arousal. The floor wobbled delightfully underfoot, reminding her of the unsteady thrill of a drunken escapade. Lucy’s heart raced as she moved towards the center, the candy-colored walls closing in around her, creating a bubble of privacy. She sank down onto the padded floor, the softness enveloping her as she reached under her skirt, her fingers finding their way to the warm, wet folds between her legs.
Her breath grew shallow and her eyes rolled back as she began to stroke herself, the thrill of her clandestine adventure making her clit swell and ache for attention. The fabric of her panties was soaked, the sticky dampness clinging to her skin as she rubbed. The giggles of the kids outside grew faint, replaced by the rhythmic sound of her own breathing and the slick, wet noises of her self-pleasure. Her other hand found her breast, squeezing and teasing her nipple into a tight peak as she slipped a finger inside herself, the sensation sending bolts of pleasure straight to her core.
The walls of the bouncy house seemed to pulse with her desire, the muffled sounds of the party a distant memory. Lucy’s hips began to rock as she picked up the pace, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The tension built, a delicious pressure coiling tighter and tighter in her belly, until she couldn’t hold back any longer. With a muffled moan, she came, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm, her juices soaking the fabric beneath her. The walls of the bouncy house seemed to quiver in time with her spasms, the plastic echoing the intensity of her climax.
Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes glazed over with passion when she heard the unmistakable sound of the zipper from the entrance. A shadow fell over her, and she looked up to find Tom, one of the single dads from her son’s school, his eyes wide with surprise and lust. She bit her lip, a naughty smile playing at the corners of her mouth. He must have heard her moaning, and now he was here, his cock already thickening in his pants. Lucy’s pulse quickened again, realizing that her solo session was about to become something far more decadent and thrilling!
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