My Girlfriend Trying Out New Bra

Lucia's mind was addled the entire next day. She didn't have much to do but sit around, watch TV, facetime some friends, and watch Mark.

Which made it worse. Nothing was distracting her from thinking about last night. It was so wrong to be using Mrs. Smith's things like that, to have gone snooping through their drawers. To have worn her underwear. To have used her sex toy?

But the feeling was irresistible. That warm rush, the glow in her cheeks, the wetness of her sex. That's what burrowed deep in Lucia's mind, like a parasite. That's what made her want to try it again that night.

Minutes felt like hours, hours felt like days. She could've gone back at any time; it was her house for now, after all. But for some reason that felt too dirty: going out of her way to use Mrs. Smith's toys. Having a reason for at least being in the bedroom and being in bed made it better.

Why Lucia chose to draw the line there, she had no idea. But she did.

So she waited. And waited. Painfully slowly the clock arms swung round to 10:30, when Mark was used to going out and going to bed.

Lucia's heart was pounding. She couldn't help but remember every second, every minute detail of her experience yesterday. She took care of Mark, showered, and got ready for bed as fast as she could.

Standing in the middle of the bedroom as bare as the day she was born, Lucia decided that this occasion required something better than the t-shirt and sweat shorts she'd grabbed at home for sleep attire.

Her eyes and mind turned to the lingerie drawer. She rifled through Mrs. Smith's expensive items, feeling the fabrics, admiring the matching sets of underwear, before finally settling on one particular pair.

Lucia pulled out a bright pink set, and slipped it on before heading to the walk-in mirror to see how it looked.

The bottoms were sheer lace, like the lingerie from yesterday. But unlike the lingerie, the back covered absolutely none of her butt; instead the thin strip disappeared between her firm cheeks. Lucia had to adjust it to make sure it contained both lips of her labia, and wasn't showing anything untoward. It was practically no bigger than a thong.

But the top was what had really caught Lucia's eye. It was the same material and style as the panties. But while the underwire was very supportive, while still looking nice and frilly, with a little pink bow adorning the middle of the cleavage, the cups were completely absent, leaving Lucia's boobs totally uncovered.

She had never owned or seen a shelf bra in person, but something about it just spoke to her. The support made her big boobs actually look really good, and the total cup-less design made her feel incredibly sexy and erotic. Like proudly putting her breasts on display looking the best they could be.

"Here are my tits, world! Bow down and admire them!" she imagined the bra yelling out.

Thank God Mrs. Smith was my size.

Lucia twirled around in the mirror a bit more, ramping up her self-confidence and horniness For some reason just the vision of her own proudly sexy and feminine body was turning her on.

She turned and made her way back into the bedroom, digging into the hidden assortment of treasures in Kerry's bottom drawer.

Lucia grabbed the wand first, but then hesitated. It felt good, really good. But she didn't know if just the external stimulation was the best thing for her. She wanted something inside of her too.

She pulled out one of the dildos: the purple one she had first seen that started all of this. That would work, but she really loved the vibrations yesterday.

Her eyes kept searching, but Lucia wasn't sure if she'd found the perfect thing she'd needed. There was a vibrating metal dildo that could work, but maybe not exactly right.

And then, tucked away in the back corner, was something that caught Lucia's attention.

A vibrant green and blue toy, a completely different shape than any of the others.

Lucia grabbed it and pulled it out. There were two heads to it, one of them that looked pretty phallic: long, thick, ribbed, and with a rounded end. And then the other head was much smaller, about half the length, slimmer, but also rounded and in a similar shape. They curved towards each other almost, with the small head curving in towards the middle of the shaft of the larger one. At the opposite end, where Lucia gripped was a small control panel, just a few buttons.

To be honest, she wasn't exactly sure how it worked or why it caught her eye. Maybe it was the bright colors. Or the ribbed ridges running all the way along the big head. But Lucia wanted to use it