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Kinktober Day Twenty Six: Pantyhose
🕑 Added 2017-10-29 22:34:13 +0000 UTC Sombra - Symmetra (Overwatch)Pantyhose / masturbation / secret crush
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She had never liked thinking of herself as a thief. Thieves were people who stole things for their own benefit. And while she'd never been above taking what she needed to survive, Sombra saw herself more like a Robin Hood type. If Robin Hood had been given access to a computer and cybernetic implants. Still, this went on the list of petty theft incidents she would rather got overlooked, especially by herself.
It had been a chance opportunity if she ever saw one. An assault on a established Overwatch facility where some of the team happened to be staying. A walk past the laundry room.
She would know those sheer knit metallic thread panty hose anywhere. She'd snagged them. It was nothing personal. Alright that was stupid. It was very personal. But then again...
Sombra managed to get back to her rooms without being questioned for too long. The mission had been a failure. Someone had missed that some of the members of Overwatch were doing a surprise drop by to ensure the new branches's security before reestablishing it to the network.
~Funny how people forget to file all sorts of reports.~ She mused to herself as the door slid shut behind her. She had her own code. Most people knew better than to try to get in once the light had gone purple. Sombra flopped down on the bed, pulled the stocking from her side pouch, and gazed at them.
As far as admiration went, there weren't a lot of people Sombra could add to the list. She respected her co-workers, but only so far as their usefulness went. Really, that varied from mission to mission. She didn't necessarily like them so much as it could be fun to tease them. Overwatch, or at least the people in it, weren't her enemy on a personal level. They represented the military industrial complex and the desires of it to have a company that could play police with restrictions.
She didn't see them as bad guys and herself (or Talon) as the good guys. There were no good guys and bad guys. There were problems and secrets. Sombra could deal with problems. But she didn't like secrets. And here she was keeping one.
She lifted the hoisery to her mouth and breathed in the richness of it. Her eyelashes fluttered and she gripped into the sheer fabric, trying not to damage it too much. She probably wouldn't get another chance. Satya was unlikely to take it kindly if she walked up and asked to borrow a pair of panties or something. Sombra didn't like to admit it when she got distracted. It was best to deal with these problems on her own. And admiring someone when they proved to be a distraction only made things worse.
In the bedside table in the secret compartment under her drawer, there was a modified hitachin wand. Modified in the sense that she could use it hands free without any difficulty once it was set, and that it was around five times as powerful as your average wand. She'd screwed around with something about ten times as powerful. That had been a mistake. It had taken her months to get rid of the burns. Very frustrating, sensitive months.
Sombra managed to kick her pants off before she laid back on the bed and shoved the barrel of the wand down into the fabric of the crotch. She turned it on and watched the glittery thread jiggle and shimmer in front of her eyes before spreading her thighs open and pushing the barrel lightly to the dark brown hair of her cunt. “Ouuhhhhh si.”
She let her mind wander to the quick, clever eyes of Sayta Vaswani. She thought about the way the Photo Project had been constructed, a perfect piece of equipment that complimented the sincerity and unbending discipline of the woman. She admired genius, even when there were obvious stylistic and aesthetic differences, perhaps even more so as they represented a change of form and possible improvement. It was the difference between a hacker and a programmer, not merely in function but in thought and philosophy. Sombra shuddered, moving her hand under her jacket to pinch her nipple hungrily. She began to touch the hitachin lightly to her clit, giving it little shots of hard vibration. The tingling was just enough to make her jump and gasp, her cheeks turning rosy red within moments.
There was something to be said for having combined technophila and sapiosexual tendencies. It certainly made for interesting masturbation. Sombra looked down at the little wet spot forming on the hose and giggled to herself, imagining the look on Satya's face if she only knew what happened to her missing pantyhose! A moan flowed out over her lips, she rolled up into it, her body now acclimated to the reverberation of the toy. She let the barrel rest on her cunt and thrilled at how everything shook from it.
“Ahhhnah!” Sombra slapped a hand over her mouth, imagining the sensation she could get if Satya were to cover her mouth like this. Those strong hands, those imposing features. She wondered if Satya was the type to be calm in her sexual appetites, or if she would let that veneer slip and a hungry growl come into her voice. Would she command or allow Sombra to work herself into a frenzy? So many possibilities. So much potential. Sombra squeezed her fingers tightly into her cheeks and began to hump the toy, after more sensation. She clicked the button and the vibrations changed, repeating a pattern to give her little spurts of rapid, harsh stimulation.
“Ohhhh!”
