Page 5 of My Date With A Rubber Duckie

She plucks me up and turns me back around, so I’m looking right at her. Balancing on the edge of the tub, she lifts one leg, spreading herself for me. Curls part to reveal a glistening paradise.

If I wasn’t already hard plastic, I’d be harder than I’ve ever been. The lust I feel for this woman is more intense than anything I’ve ever experienced. Maybe it’s thetaboo nature of watching her like this, or maybe it’s just her. After she shared so much of herself with me, I feel closer to her than I’ve ever felt with the quick hook ups I usually enjoy. There’s a connection here. Even if it only goes one way right now.

“Be a good boy and watch me fuck myself.” She trails a hand down the front of her body. Fingers wrinkled from the tub. Languid strokes brush the lips of her pussy. Her eyes never leave mine. I drink her in like she’s a cold beer on a hot day. Intoxicating.

Forget getting payback on my cousin. I could kiss him right now for trapping me in that store. I’m gonna fucking marry this woman and make Perry my best man.

4

Awfully fond of you

Anita

This should be weird. Getting off while being watched by a fucking toy. Pretending a rubber duckie likes it, wants it, is all hot and bothered for me. Yeah, weird, right? But I guess I’m a weirdo, cause this is really doing it for me. I’ve never felt so turned on before.

Duckie bobs his little head up and down, like he’s earnestly cheering me on. My fingers move faster, a warm tingling sensation tightening my nipples.

I used to imagine my toys were alive and could only move when I was out of the room. I think I watched Toy Story toomany times as a kid. When I found Duckie on the bedroom floor earlier, I actually thought for a minute that maybe he’d moved himself. It was ridiculous, but right now, I let myself give in to that fantasy. Duckie, alive and watching me with rapt fascination. My little Rubber Duckie who knows all my secrets, memorizing how I like to touch myself.

Yeah, this is the stuff you tell therapists.

Maybe it’s better if I imagine there’s a little camera inside the duckie’s eyes, transmitting all of this back to some sick freak, stroking himself while he watches. A man, not a toy. A hot, sexy, stalker man, spying on me, wanting me. Obsessing over me.

“You like watching me, don’t you?”

I slip a finger inside while continuing to stroke my clit with my thumb. Cool air caresses my skin. The scent of bubblegum follows each popping bubble. My breasts ache, and I use my free hand to cup one and twist the hard nipple. An electriczing charges down from the rough touch to the soft strokes on my clit. Tingly and tight, I’m so close.

I imagine picking Duckie up and rubbing that soft beak over my pussy while I curl a finger inside. Shoving his rubber between my lips and using him to get myself off. A sound that’s half groan and half gasp leaves me.

Before I can act on the idea, my muscles are clamping, my building pleasure overtaking me like the swell of a wave, surging from my core to my toes. I throw my head back against the bathroom tile.

“Oh, Duckie, yes, yes! Oooooh Mmmm.”

I slip down the porcelain and back under the water. Scooping Duckie up, I nuzzle his smooth side against my cheek. A fit of giggles over takes me. I just got off fantasizing about a rubber duck.

Once I control myself and stop laughing, I plug my nose and dip all the way under the water.

All the worries and concerns of the dayare gone. My body feels loose and languid for the first time in weeks. Everything is going to be all right. Tomorrow I’ll start looking for a new job, and it’s all going to be fine. Better than fine. It’s going to be amazing.

5

When I squeeze you

Anita

I’m barely drifting to sleep when my eyes fly open, some instinct telling me something is wrong. I sit up, look around, and scream.

Haley comes running in with a frying pan clutched in her hand. She’s wearing an oversized sports jersey. Her hair is a tangled mess, and her eyes are only half open.

“Are you okay?” She flips the light switch and swings the pan around, swiveling her head in every direction. “What’s going on?”

“I thought I saw a man in my room.” Iclutch the comforter to my chest.

Haley steps forward and a loud squeak makes us both let out piercing shrieks. She bends down and picks up my Rubber Duckie. “Is this yours?”

My eyebrows pull together, and I nod. “I swear I left it on the bathroom counter.”

After tossing Duckie at me, she stalks to the closet, then the bathroom, checking every place someone could hide. “There’s no one here.”

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