189. Amy’s Adventure Reaches a Climax
“What’s the harm in resting here a little bit longer?” Amy thinks to herself, “And these flowers are just so lovely. I wonder how they smell?”
Amy leans over and takes a deep breath. The scent is intoxicating and Amy immediately feels light-headed. At the same time, a strange, exciting tingling sensation spreads through her body. It starts at her nose, works its way down her arms to the tips of her fingers, then through her torso and down her legs. It reaches her toes, causing Amy to wiggle them subconsciously, then heads back up her legs and comes to a rest in her groin, where it transforms into a feeling of warmth and wetness.
The tingling in her nether region gives Amy a naughty idea. “Mmmm,” Amy thinks to herself dreamily, “I suppose I AM safe here,” She looks back lazily and smiles sleepily at the vines which continue to snap angrily at her, just out of reach. She reaches her hand down to rub lightly at the crotch of her jean shorts. This only serves to excite her further.
“Mmmm, that feels good. I AM alone here, and I haven’t . . . snuggled myself in a few days.” Amy begins lazily unbuttoning her shorts. As her cut-off jeans slide down to her ankles, revealing the embarrassingly moist heart-print panties beneath, something at the back of Amy’s mind begins screaming at her that this is a bad idea.
“If I don’t do this now,” Amy rationalizes, “I’ll just be thinking about it all night, and I can’t afford a distraction later. I’m safe and alone here. If I take a few minutes to do this right now, I can get back to my adventure with a clear head.” The voice in her head thoroughly dismissed, Amy decides to get more comfortable. She pulls off her black t-shirt, leaving her standing in boots, socks, pink bra, and heart-print panties.
“Now to find a good place to get comfortable. I don’t want to stand up, and the ground’s so cold…” Amy’s eyes are drawn to the giant flowers. One near her has a petal that arcs upward from the center, then curves down to the ground, so it almost looks like a seat. “Like one of those fancy Swedish ergonomic chairs.” Amy thinks to herself. She walks over, turns around, straddles the peddle, then slowly sits back. The flower supports her weight nicely.
Amy slides her hands into the front of her panties and begins to caress herself. Her thoughts drift to some of the boys from school as she tries to put her present situation out of mind. She doesn’t have much trouble. Soon all she can think about is the growing warmth in her loins. Ordinarily Amy likes to rely on a little mechanical assistance for this sort of thing, but right now she’s finding she has no trouble getting a reaction with just her fingers. As she closes her eyes and leans backward she feels something poking into her lower back. Pulled out of her reverie, she turns around and sees that the offender is one of the stamens she noticed earlier. The odd shape of the stamen sets off a spark in Amy's brain, and a salacious smile slowly spreads across her lips as she puts two and two together. She stands up. First things first. As she has so many times before, usually in the comfort of her bed, she quickly unhooks and removes her bra then slides down her panties and steps out of them, tossing the undergarments heedlessly away. She turns around and maneuvers the stamen between her legs, then begins rubbing back and forth on it. She smiles as she notes that her discarded panties landed in the center of the flower she now sits on, but such thoughts are soon shoved from her mind in favor of concentration on the appreciation of physical sensations.
“MmmmmmMMMMM!” The warmth and wetness continue to grow as Amy rubs back and forth on the stamen. She soon decides she needs a better angle. She sits down on the curved petal below her, then picks her feet up off the ground, resting each one on an adjoining petal. Amy now sits facing the center of the flower, her thighs straddling the stamen which she holds onto with both hands.
“Ooooh… Mmmmm… MMMMMM!” Amy moans as she closes her eyes and carefully inserts the stamen into the moist folds between her thighs. She begins sliding the stamen back and forth, in and out. At first she moves slowly, but soon she increases her pace, thrusting harder and faster against the stamen. Her left hand grips the firm rod inserted between her nethers, guiding it as her hips buck back and forth, while her right hand carefully massages the tender round nub that sits atop her intimate folds. Amy is so involved in her actions and the building sexual energy in her groin that she doesn’t notice the flower's petals slowly closing around her. As the petal beneath her rises, her bottom slides slowly toward the center of the flower, causing the stamen to penetrate her more deeply.
“MMMMM, Yes!” Amy grows ever closer to climax, her levels of ecstasy climbing higher than it ever has before. The petals, meanwhile, move closer and closer together.
“OOOooOOOooOOOoooOOOHHH!” Amy can feel the beginnings of an orgasm building deep inside her as her limbs begin to tremble and her muscles tense. Finally, just as the petals seal her in, her orgasm breaks.
“AAAAAAAAAAHHH!” Amy’s whole body spasms as the greatest, most powerful orgasm of her life shudders through her body. Her toes curl and she temporarily loses all feeling below her knees. She feels as though her heart stops for a couple of seconds while her body is wracked with intense pleasure. Finally, the orgasm subsides and Amy drifts off to a pleasant, dreamless sleep.
Hours later, the petals of the plant unfurl to release Amy’s remains; a few bones, a skull, and a pair of glasses. Dangling from the stamen Amy had recently used to pleasure herself is a pair of heart-print panties, the plant’s trophy of its most recent conquest.
Amy is in no condition to continue this adventure or her life.