I live in a building that has a storage room for every apartment on level -1. I hadn’t been there in a while, but I had to go there to find something. And, well, I found something else, too ;p
It was just a summer coat I wanted to grab. So I took the elevator down and got out into this hallway with tons of doors on each side. It’s always a weird place to be, and I never thought I’d spend more time there than necessary.
I got into my storage room and started rummaging through some boxes (I’m notoriously bad at remembering where I put stuff – unless it’s inside me, huehue). I opened one of the last boxes, praying to find my coat in it. I didn’t.
But I did find something else. It was a light shade of beige. Flexible. Rubbery. Veiny. Oh, yes. I remembered that thing.
Barely, though. I’ve owned it for years, but I haven’t really used it. Some things are just too big to put inside. Or maybe I’m just too tight for them. Either way, I had tried it a few times and then hid it away in a box. And now it was staring me in the face.
I was kinda curious. But I hadn’t brought a plastic bag, and I couldn’t just step into the elevator with a gigantic dildo in my hand, right? (NO!). But my brain came up with an easy solution: close the door, and give it a whirl.
As soon as I had made up my mind, I got really into it. I did close the door, but I didn’t lock it – partly ‘cuz of my mild case of claustrophobia, partly because I happen to like the risk. Not that anyone would barge into my storage, but still.
I undressed, completely. Obviously, I had to work myself up a bit first, but I’m very good at that, so it didn’t take long. When I thought I was wet enough, I took the toy and squeezed the tip in.
It was doable. Barely, but I made it work. It took me a good amount of time to get it more than halfway in, and I had to bite my lip reallyreally hard in order not to scream, but I managed.
And then I just went for it. The toy came with a flat bottom, so I could put it on the floor and ride it. And boy, did I ride it. It hurt like hell and I still couldn’t take the whole thing, but something about it felt amazing.
I also really liked the occasional footsteps from people walking by, and at some point, I heard someone open another door very close to mine, maybe even next to it. I felt pretty safe though, so I didn’t stop.
I made myself cum three times. The first one was tricky, but two and three came pretty easily. I would have gone for another one, but I accidentally let it slip out, and my body figured that was about enough fun for one afternoon.
I’m pretty sure the guy in the elevator didn’t have the slightest idea what I had been doing, but I’m also pretty sure my face was all flushed and my forehead may have been a bit sweaty.
Oh well. At least I knew I had fun.