This story is fiction, it did not happen. Please do not post it on another site without my permission.I wanted to try something different, so this is a Britney solo story where she gets herself off. It is based on a song by the same name.
The Touch Of My HandLife was easier for Britney Spears back in 2003. It didn't seem that way at the time, as she was always touring. But she had some freedom she didn't enjoy later on. That meant she could sit around her New York apartment anytime she wanted and just have time all to herself.
Me time was important. It was a luxury that you didn't know you had until it was all gone. She learned that years later. But on this fateful night back in the day, she was all alone with no one to interrupt her from exploring her sexual nature.
Some men had come and gone in her life. Britney still thought about her ex-boyfriend Justin Timberlake and how it all went wrong. Tonight she wasn't thinking of any man as she sat naked on the bed, legs stretched out and her pussy exposed. There was no need for a man or even a woman to come into the room and give her what she wanted. Britney had the only thing she needed. The only thing required to get herself off, by the touch of her hand.
Her fingers tapped on her muscular, flat stomach. She grazed her belly button ring with her middle fingernail. She was like a pianist with how she tapped her own skin, feeling the urge below at her wet, shaved pussy. Biting her lower lip, Britney was ready to give in to her own urges.
After a few moments to consider, Britney reached down and slid her hand over her smooth skin. Her fingers danced over her clit, feeling it pulse from the sensual excitement she was currently feeling. She had a gentle touch, teasing herself in a way that only she preferred. Her eyes closed and she took a deep breath and let it out as she slipped her middle finger into her pussy. After another moment, she twisted her knuckle and then began pleasuring herself.
Some of her juices trickled out between her thighs, drenching the bed sheets. Britney moaned as she raised her head. Her other hand found a place, squeezing one of her breasts as she slipped her finger deeper inside her.
Her eyes rolled back, feeling the pressure swelling up within her. Britney had got herself off many times with using her hand. Sometimes she did it slow, other times she was fast when she really needed the release.
Her thumb found her clit again and began to rub in circles, matching the rhythm of her middle finger which was now moving in and out of her pussy at a quick speed. Her breath grew heavier, and the tension in her body grew with every stroke. The quietness of the room was now gone with Britney moaning and whimpering with only herself to hear her cries of pleasure.
Her hand picked up speed, her pussy willows were coating her fingers as she delved deeper into herself, using a second finger to help herself. Britney could always depend on her trusty index and middle fingers. The feeling was building, growing stronger with every second passing. Her hips began to rock in sync with her hand, her body desperate for more as she kept her eyes shut. Her free hand was now tweaking her nipple, rolling it between her fingers, feeling herself get closer and closer.
Britney worked her fingers faster and harder, feeling the need to give herself this pleasure more than anything. She couldn't wait. No need to hold back. She needed it right here and right now.
When it happened, she screamed so loud, feeling the wet rush in her pussy. She withdrew her fingers and allowed her pussy to squirt trickles of juices that flew into the air and landed onto the bed with the sounds of stickiness. Taking a deep breath, she was satisfied and relieved to get herself off like this, all by the touch of her hand.
The End.
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