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Marlene was a very quiet, sober person. She worked as a communications and team optimization consultant for a company that offered its services to various companies. Her colleagues appreciated her as the gentle pole she formed in this circle. All her employees respected her, but she was nothing special for anyone: No great friendships, no quarrels...nothing that would make her stand out from the crowd.

She was still sitting in the office the last minutes of her working day while she was putting together the work plan for a new client. Not too exciting why her mind wandered while her fingers scurried over the keyboard. After work, she would go shopping quickly, then drive home and go jogging.

Running was like an addiction for her: When a few years ago she started to form little pads around her hip, she overcame her inner pig and started jogging. When after a few months there wasn't an inch too much on her left, she didn't want to give up this habit. Not only had her cushions disappeared, but her condition was also at an all-time high.

She typed the last few lines before she saved and switched off the computer. She sat down in her car and drove off. In the shop she bought the ingredients for tomorrow's dinner, bananas and some vanilla ice cream, which she wanted to treat herself to afterwards. "That was supposed to be allowed," she thought to herself when she was running so much.

Arriving home, she quickly stowed away her supplies and then put on her training clothes to get straight to her track. Marlene had the advantage of living on the outskirts of town, near a small wood whose paths were always good to walk. Around six o'clock she came out of her apartment and descended the stairs of the apartment building. When she stepped out of the door, she saw how far the sun had approached the horizon and estimated that it was still an hour until sunset. Then it would quickly get really dark and by then she wanted to be back again. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, everything inside her became silent and only her heartbeat pounded softly in her ears. Then she began to run.

After an hour, the sun had just set, Marlene saw the house come into sight again. Sweat stood on her forehead, running down her face and neck. Her chest raised and lowered rhythmically to her faster breath. Her clothes stuck to her in some places, as did her wet hair on her cheeks.

She entered her apartment and immediately turned on the heating in the bathroom. Quickly she got herself a towel and some fresh laundry. It was just seven and today she was still watching her favourite TV series, which she didn't want to miss.

She threw her sweaty clothes into the trunk and because of the cold she immediately took a shower. Luckily the water got warm very quickly and she hung the shower in the holder. She washed her hair quickly and rinsed it immediately under the water jet. To soap herself better, she stepped out of the water a little and spread the shower gel over her: first her neck, chest and stomach, then, albeit a little more cumbersome, her back and shoulder blades were covered with the gel. The tingling sensation on her skin relaxed her a little further. Wherever the feeling came from, Marlene felt more calm and comfortable today than she had in a long time.

Since her face was soaped in the meantime, she reached blindly for the shower head and flushed the foam out of her face. The crackling jet hit her neck and slowly wandered down on her smooth skin, freeing her breasts from the white foam. A little longer than necessary she held the shower head towards her breast and enjoyed the slight tingling sensation. But then she quickly held it behind her back and let the water free the skin from the shower gel there as well. But as her belly was not yet completely foam-free, she soon aimed there again. The warmth she still had from running seemed to rise a little more as the ray hit between her legs. She put her legs just a little further apart and held the shower pointed at her vagina with one hand. With the other hand she grabbed herself between her thighs and opened her labia slightly. At first she just wanted to be 'clean', but a small, stray beam hit her clitoris and chased a shiver down her back. She deliberately continued to divide her slowly warming lips and held the shower a little closer to her. A free finger slipped over her pleasure button and rubbed it a little harder. Marlene let the shower head come closer and closer to her.

Now she opened her legs a little further and let her hand wander a little deeper, with one finger quickly scurrying over the little clitoris. Soon she had pushed a finger into her hot cave and smiled at the thought that she was just 'cleaning' herself.

But before she would give herself up to her lust, she wanted to finish her shower. She pulled her finger out of herself again, although she sighed a little regretfully. Marlene then aimed the shower head at her bottom and looked at it, even though it was difficult, without a mirror: Taut as always, but feminine, round, which made her very happy. The jet of water hit exactly the gap between her cheeks, which she made a little wider by pulling a curve to the side with her left hand. Slowly she pulled down the shower head a little deeper and the water hit exactly into the crevice of her backside. She felt a strange but not unpleasant tingling sensation as the jet hit her butt hole. She had fantasized from time to time what it would feel like if... but then the thought had scared her off again and again somehow.

Still lost in this thought she had only unconsciously noticed that her hand had wandered a little deeper. Frightened but still excited, she hung the shower in the holder to have both hands free. She put both hands behind her and pulled her left buttocks a little further apart again. The index finger of her right hand wandered searchingly and hesitantly down into the crack. And then she could already feel the rosette under her fingertip. Even the smallest folds, arranged like a wreath of rays around a sun, that's how she imagined it. With her eyes closed she stood there and tried to translate the impressions the finger gave her into a picture in her head. Sometimes she simply stroked over it, sometimes she circled her finger around the little hole. Then she put her fingertip on the hole. "Just a little pressure...," Marlene thought as she began to press the fingertip a little tighter. It felt good to massage her sphincters like this. But when she wanted to squeeze a little more to break her own taboo, she realized that she was just not relaxed enough to prevent intrusion.

Excited, nervous, but somehow relieved, Marlene pulled her finger back. She just enjoyed the tingling of the water for a while, which seemed to find an echo under her skin. Then she dried off, put on her underwear and wrapped herself in a bathrobe for her show. The moisture between her legs alone didn't want to disappear, which is why she removed her panties in front of the TV and buried her fingers in the soft folds of her vagina and quickly reached a climax with the images of her shower experience in her head.

After she had calmed down a little, she went to bed and quickly fell asleep very relaxed.

The next morning Marlene awoke with a very wet panty and the echo of a moaning full of relish echoed in her head. She only vaguely remembered a dream in which something damp and very soft had settled around her pelvis and everything that was touched there had become open, smooth and relaxed.

With these exciting thoughts in her head, there was unfortunately no time left to live her out, for a glance at the alarm clock made it clear to her that she was already far too late for work. She quickly put on her clothes and had a hasty breakfast before she drove into town.

Arriving at work, she learned that her current assignment had been extended by two departments to be organized, which upset her planning and put her in a time of need, as the interview was not postponed. There was also the announcement of a new major contract that was to start within two months. Marlene didn't have a second to even think about yesterday and the strange dream.

So it came that she just wanted her rest in the evening. She put on her jogging clothes and ran almost 5km more than usual, which almost silenced her thoughts. It was a wonderful feeling when she unlocked the door and turned on the stove, knowing that she would soon be under the tingling shower again. As the food would still have to cook for quite a while, she decided to take a quick shower beforehand. After the last experiences there, however, she quickly resisted the temptation to try something new again as she realized she was tense, just imagining what her fingers wanted to do. Besides, the food was still simmering and nothing should burn.

That's why she washed herself quickly and then put on a loose pair of trousers and top to finish her meal.

After eating the small meal, Marlene undressed and went to bed with a slightly spicier book in her hand. She lacked a man at her side, but her fantasy would have to last that long in lonely hours. While she was reading, she had lowered one hand to her pubic mound and crawled slowly. The plot in her book became a little more violent and her finger felt the increasing moisture between her legs. She put one leg to one side and licked her middle finger to make it moister, even if it wasn't really necessary. Slowly the finger divided her labia and penetrated them. She imagined it would be a throbbing penis slowly poking into her and exploring her body. She threw the book aside and rubbed her now free hand against the clitoris, which already looked out slightly under his cover. She bit her lips to hold back a sigh, then turned her finger inside and drove it deeper. Finally she found what she had been looking for, her G-spot, and puffed out a wheeze as she stroked across the sensitive surface. She rubbed something there, slowly finding a rhythm and moving another finger over her clitoris in unison. Faster and faster she moved her hands, so that softly clicking noises came up from her hot abdomen. She detached her hand from the clitoris and massaged her breasts, took her hard nipples between her fingers and turned them a little. The heat in her was slowly beating higher and higher and she added another finger in her vagina. It lasted only a little longer and a small pointed scream could not be suppressed at her climax.

For a few minutes Marlene just lay there, enjoying the warmth and relaxation in and around her. Only then did she slowly pull her fingers out of her body, again causing a slight twitch. But after that she was as relaxed and relaxed as she had been in the past.

Suddenly it clicked into her and the different thoughts merged like pieces of a frivolous puzzle: Yesterday her tension prevented her from overcoming her own limits and now she was lying here, relaxed as seldom, wet and still excited. The thought made her shudder again.

She threw back the blanket she had just covered herself with and reached for her bedside table. When she opened it she had to look for something before Marlene found what she wanted: a small mirror and tube of lubricant she had bought for a vibrator. However, she often got so wet that she had never had to use it before. Her hands trembled, whether from the orgasm or in excitement about what she was about to try, she could no longer tell the difference.

She knelt down in the middle of her bed and turned the light on completely. Nobody could see her, because the roller blind had been lowered for a long time, only the window was still leaned. Kneeling she pushed her legs apart and the air stroked cool over her still wet skin between her thighs. Checking, fingers slid over her labia and confirmed that she was getting wet again. Then she put the mirror under her and took a look inside: the labia of her opening shone moist and rosy after only minutes ago her fingers had rubbed into hers. She pushed the mirror a little further and could now see the reddish, corrugated skin of her second hole. In this crouching posture her back entrance had already widened a bit and she guessed the darkness behind the sphincter. Goose bumps spread on her back.

Opening the yellow tube, she turned her eyes away for a moment and spread the slippery cloth over the fingers of her hand. On the index finger she smeared a little more gel and pushed it under her from behind. Since the tube had been a bit cool, her back entrance tightened again at the first touch and closed against the finger. She began to spread the gel around the reddish-brown hole and massaged a little more with it. The warmth returned quickly and in the mirror she could watch the muscles relax again. Again and again her finger circled around it, hesitating. It seemed to her as if she could never distribute enough of the artificial lubricant there and the feelings in her were so simply beautiful. Her heart beat excitedly in her throat and she had to moisten her dry lips over and over again.

But at some point the moment came when she paused briefly. She looked right into the mirror as the finger moved to her anus and rested on it.

Like the day before, she felt a little resistance, but by far not as strong. "Only a little firmer...", she felt it through her head again this time. At that moment it also happened: The finger between her legs pressed a little harder, the muscle ring gave way and she felt her slippery finger slide into her bottom. She sucked the air in sharply and her buttocks tightened minimally, but enough that the sphincter muscle tightened tightly around the finger that had penetrated only a few centimetres deep. The feeling was unknown, somehow wicked, but when her anus massaged the finger without her doing anything, it didn't matter. She floated on a wave of excitement and lust before slowly becoming aware of the finger inside her. She did not dare to penetrate deeper, but felt the skin inside her. A tingling sensation in her pelvis and bottom slowly spread and she knew she was about to reach a new climax. So she quickly put her other hand on her vagina and played with her clitoris again. When she turned her finger in her butt out of curiosity, she twitched again panting and came back again. With every little twitch her finger was embraced and sent new waves of lust through her body.

Only two minutes later she imagined what it would be like if a man took her like this. To do her fantasy justice, she put the mirror aside and put her upper body on the bed. She squatted half on her knees and stretched her butt up. Her head and chest rested on the soft pillow underneath her, her hands again at her wet, slippery entrances. She sank one finger into her scabbard without long digressions, and shortly afterwards two fingers; in her imagination it was the tail of a man who took her wildly. Her rosette had relaxed on its own and was open, ready.

A small scratch on her bottom made her flinch, but when "he" stroked her, she loosened up. Again and again she repeated this game of scratching and stroking until she felt more open than ever before. With her finger still covered in gel, she drove around the loose sphincter, dipped briefly and quickly returned. "He" played with her and dipped his now thinner-looking finger only briefly into her. When she had gotten used to this feeling, she took the middle finger and penetrated with both now into the small, narrow opening. She had also sunk three fingers into her vagina and both holes felt filled as she had never imagined.

She fantasized that "he" would press down with his finger in her bottom, in the direction where his limb would be in her vagina. A goose bump formed on her arms as she discovered she could feel the fingers of the other hand through the partition between her luscious openings. She gasped with pleasure and rubbed her finger against each other. She became faster and faster and the first twitches of another approaching climax massaged her fingers. The feeling of resistance offered by her fingers to her muscles continued to excite her and she moaned continuously. Her heated body was pierced by small jet flames as she was about to come. Small coloured lights danced before her eyes and she seemed to fall weightlessly as her body was shaken for minutes by a gigantic climax...at least that's how it felt to her.

Exhausted, her legs glided down, pulling her hand out of her vagina. Her buttocks were so tight around her hand and the fingers in her and she shuddered with the fingers in her bottom together. Turning and very slowly she removed her fingers there and jerked together again and again with smaller aftershocks.

She couldn't believe why she had been afraid to try this wonderful pleasure for so long, as it was an incredible experience. When she got up to wash herself again, she could hardly walk upright from exhaustion, this evening had been so exhausting for her. However, Marlene hoped that she might one day be able to really live out this fantasy.


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