For the want of a broom handle...

her hands are small
pointed red fingernails grazing
over the tight linen of her skirt
over the tight cotton of her blouse
she looks in the mirror
the skirt is so tight
she can see the band around each thigh
the top of those latex stockings
she runs her hands over her bottom
feeling the lines of her underwear
feeling the tightness
of hidden rubber
she can see the black beneath the blouse
a shadow cast
covering her breasts
when she moves her hips
she can feel the tightness cutting
digging into her
but hidden from her view
only she knows it's there
she reaches down and slides
the broom handle up under her skirt
it's a tight fit between her legs
she slides it up and feels it on her thighs
that gap between where the stocking tops end
and the latex underwear starts
she pushes the broom against the wall
and pushes herself onto the other end
it presses her sex
she leans forward and it presses harder
her hands flat against the wall
her breathing is fast
and her cheeks flushed
she takes her hands off the wall
and the broom hands props her up
she looks in the mirror
and sees the broom handle
disappear under her skirt
between her legs
she feels it pressing...
pushing the rubber
covering her sex
separating her pussy lips
straining the tight rubber
of her underwear
if they tear she will be hurt
the broom handle wil slide inside her
and it will hurt
a thin covering of latex stops this happening
it rubs her...pleases her
makes her ache