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force her thighs apart, she twisted in place. She imagined Nathan doing this, unable to contain himself, forcing her jeans and panties down like this to get at her. She touched her pussy, pressed against it, feeling the bristly hairs against her palm, and pushed back with her hips.
    Her body was slipping into this rhythm, and when she was ready her other hand reached out to her toilet kit, withdrew the short silver cylinder that at first glance looked like an electric toothbrush in a case – at least until she slipped the cover off, revealing the thin silver rod with the angled, coinshaped tip. Even out of its cover, it wasn’t immediately recognisable to people who believed that sex toys for women all had to resemble monstrous phalluses.
    Never taking her hand from between her legs, she deftly twisted the control at the base of her favourite travel vibrator to life, feeling it buzz awake, grinning to herself with satisfaction; even on its lowest setting, it had all the delicious potential that a set of fresh batteries could provide.
    The hand at her pussy grew insistent, and she parted her thighs to let her fingertips brush over her silky lips. As they lingered, stroked and teased her to open, she smiled again as she felt her wetness, abundant and slick, and she spread that wetness, up towards her clit, then down again.
    The hand that held her vibrator approached as well, the instrument of pleasure still vibrating, almost sounding impatient to do its work, but she kept it back as the finger of her other hand continued to stroke her sex. Moving a fingertip upwards again, she circled her hardening clit slowly. A broad smile spread across her face as she imagined Nathan’s tongue toying there. Then her hand left, replaced by the tip of her vibrator, sending bullets of pleasure through her. She worked the tip with practised, circular motions, raising her desire to a fever pitch.
    â€˜Puta!’ she cursed between ragged breaths.
    Brushing the tip of the vibrator against her clit caused more shock waves of pleasure to skyrocket through her body as she reintroduced her other hand into her playtime. Slipping a finger into her velvet folds, she curled the slender digit upwards, found and stroked her G-spot softly, then increased the pressure. Sounds of pleasure filled the room as she humped her hips towards the ceiling in an effort to milk more bliss from her touch.
    Cat grew hotter, wetter, and the thumb on the hand that held her vibrator swivelled up and increased its speed, without it having to leave her clit. It sounded hungrier now and, as she also increased the pressure on her nub, she gasped as a miniorgasm rocked her body. The finger at her pussy lowered, the slick finger brushing over her sensitive rear entrance, sending another shock of delight straight up her spine.
    Shocked and pleased at the response, Cat let it linger down there, pivoting her thumb up to her pussy and stroking, thenentering. The flat tip of the vibrator was sending more jolts through her, even as she had it orbit around her clit, ease off now and then. As it happened, she realised that she had fully adopted the steady, satisfying rhythm of the train, not racing towards her climax as she usually did, but forcing herself to pace her actions, relish the journey, relish the feelings building within her.
    Cat cursed and blessed the tempo she had adopted, her supple body writhing and twisting on the bed as her vibrator and fingers drove her higher and higher. She teased the entrance to her ass again, then pressed down hard with her vibrator and held it there.
    That was all it took. Fireworks exploded behind her closed eyelids and she yelped out as a new sensation raced through her body. She rode the wave of passion for as long as she could until, finally, she was spent, and her body demanded relief of a different sort. Easing her hands away from her sex, she dropped and straightened out her legs, aware of how wet she felt between her thighs and