Something amazing

Monica had finally gotten home and was relaxing on her couch with a glass of wine in her hand. She had finished all her errands and just wanted to relax after throwing her stained shirt in the wash.

She was watching TV, but not paying much attention to it as she was looking over some paperwork she had brought home from work. Despite her wanting to relax, she still had some notes she wanted to look over.

After a few moments, she glanced over into the kitchen, seeing the hag from the consignment shop, remembering the dress she had bought earlier. The moment she remembered the dress, she suddenly found it hard to concentrate on anything she was reading. It was as if all she wanted to do now was try it on.

"Fuck it," she finally said before she walked over and took out the dress. "Jeesh, the 1980s called," she said with a chuckle as she looked it over once more before placing it down.

She began to strip down to her underwear, taking off the shirt she had bought earlier, followed by her pants. She looked at the dress again before taking off her bra, realizing it wouldn't look good with it.

Wearing nothing but her panties, she slid the dress over her head, letting it fall around her. She felt this strange sensation all over her body, making her feel sexy, and even a little lustful. The dress seemed to fit her perfectly, and she could have sworn she felt it tighten around her waist on its own, which just seemed odd to her.

Monica walked over to her bedroom to see the mirror on the backside of the door. "Oh wow, this does look good," she said as she examined herself in the dress.

Her shoulder was out as it was a rather loose fitting, but it looked good. She turned her body, seeing the side of her leg through the slit on the skirt. She felt warm, like the dress was hugging her gently, and this strange feeling of arousal came over her.

"Gatekeeper," a voice whispered in her ear as she opened her eyes and looked around the room for a moment.

"Odd?" She said to herself before walking back out into the living room.

She kept the dress on, feeling sexy and confident. She didn't want to take it off as she sat down on the couch. A smile was plastered to her face as she touched herself, feeling the sexiest she had felt in years, laying back on the sofa as she bit her lip.

Her hands slid down under the skirt and hooked her panties before sliding them off. "Oops," she said playfully as she was now completely naked under this red dress, which made her even more aroused for some reason. "Wow, I love this dress. I feel so....." she began to say as she started touching her skin.

She began to rub her thighs, feeling more turned on with every passing moment, until her finger finally reached her slit. She let a soft moan as she couldn't help but start touching her aching pussy, quickly feeling it moisten in her fingers.

"Shit," she whispered to herself as she began to rub herself even harder, sipping her finger deep inside before rubbing her juices on her clit. "FUCK!" She shouted as the sensation shot through her body, causing her to jerk up a little.

Her breathing became heavier as she began to finger herself wildly. Monica wasn't usually like this as she never was one to masturbate, but she needed this. Her body was aching for pleasure and she needed to feel release as her other hand began to grab her breasts.

"Shit..... oh God....... yeah!" She moaned, feeling her juices dripping from her slit, not even caring if they got on her sofa as she spread her legs and shoved her fingers as deep as they could go. "Yes...... yes..... I'm gonna......."

Monica didn't care how loud she was being as she bucked her hips and continued to finger herself madly as she yelled her lust. This strange sound began to vibrate in her chest as she felt her orgasm approaching and for a moment, she thought she heard a growl coming from her own body, but before she could fathom what it was or what was causing it, she screamed and squeezed her legs together as her orgasm hit her harder than she was expected.

"FUUUUUCCKKK!" She cried out as she began to soak her fingers, curling up into a fetal position before falling off the couch, twitching on the floor as she felt an incredible orgasm.

She had never cum this hard before and was loving every second of it as this lustful satisfied smile came over her face, and she just lay there on the floor, enjoying the afterglow of the pleasure. She stayed there for a while and eventually even fell asleep, still curled up, with wet spots all over her sofa and the hardwood floor beneath her.