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I guess one would be, having my husband watch me make out and have sex with an ex-boyfriend.
 
group groping - in a crowded bus by a group of 3 men, older, who took their turn to grab my behind, grope, squeeze, individually and in twos for the duration of my trip.
 
Smitha

smitha2401 said:
group groping - in a crowded bus by a group of 3 men, older, who took their turn to grab my behind, grope, squeeze, individually and in twos for the duration of my trip.
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Smitha - welcome! How did you respond? and how long was the trip?

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Let a stranger watch

I was sitting getting a blowjob from bf in an hotel. I spotted a woman watching us from another room across the courtyard. She wasn't hiding or move when she realised I had spotted her. We switched and I moved him over closer to the window to give her a better view. She watched as I sucked him and only left the window when we had finished.
 
Sunnyade said:
I was sitting getting a blowjob from bf in an hotel. I spotted a woman watching us from another room across the courtyard. She wasn't hiding or move when she realised I had spotted her. We switched and I moved him over closer to the window to give her a better view. She watched as I sucked him and only left the window when we had finished.
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That sounds very hot!!!
 
Chronologically

To begin chronologically. I was always a snoop and while in high school I found my parents consensual contract. At night, if I heard the sound of spanking, I would sneak outside to see what was going on. My parents bedroom faced the enclosed backyard. They only had transparent sheer curtains. I would stand there in the darkness watching my mother get spanked, and much more... happy to PM
 
aRenaissanceMan said:
To begin chronologically. I was always a snoop and while in high school I found my parents consensual contract. At night, if I heard the sound of spanking, I would sneak outside to see what was going on. My parents bedroom faced the enclosed backyard. They only had transparent sheer curtains. I would stand there in the darkness watching my mother get spanked, and much more... happy to PM
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I did much the same, watch dad pound my naked mom and her sucking his cock. I always wanted her to be sucking on my tool.
 
It was late summer of 1978. The Bay Area of California. You know, those long, long golden days. T-shirt weather. Except for me. I was a mess. Seems my fall during a training exercise at the USNA was going to require a tad of surgical intervention. My first, of what would be many, assists from our fellow Naval Warriors in the medical side. l grew to appreciate them greatly in the years of service to come. More about that later.

The Navy, in its infinite wisdom, sent me back to the West Coast, closer to my parents home. I spent quite a bit of time on Convelescent Leave in Huntington Beach, Ca. But thats a sexy story for another time. I was stationed temporarily at Treasure Island. The Navy was like “what the hell do we do with this guy?” The Vietnam War build up was right square in the middle of drawing down. Lots of bases suddenly not too necessary for a Navy coming off of a war footing and worried about funding. I had serious problems walking, if I leaned to hard on either knee, bent either one too far...Bang! Dislocated again. Duty consisted of occupying a chair at a desk at the rear entrance to the barracks where I checked ID cards to ensure no “non-Navy” personnel were sneaking into the men’s domicile for nefarious purposes. Of course I never noticed anyone accidently smuggling their girl friend in. What? Did i see any women sneaking into the barracks? Oh hell no!

Finally, after a couple of weeks dutifully guarding the infamous “back entrance”, wondering if I would ever have a girl friend, my doctors finally issued orders to Naval Regional Medical Center Oak Knoll. Across the Bay. Brand spanking new hospital in 1978. I hopped some Navy van headed that way. I checked in, was assigned to the Ortho Surgical Ward and crutched my way to the elevator.

The elevator was full as it left the main floor on its ride up. An assortment of doctors, nurses and civilian staff. in 1978 the summer uniform of the day was dress whites. The nurses wore white skirts to the knee, white blouses and nurses caps with gold stripes denoting rank. The Docs wore dress white trousers, white belt and white dress shirt with black epaulets denoting rank. My Academy epaulets with one skinny gold stripe on my shoulders painted me as a virtually bottom feeder amongst the gold braid of doctors and nurses. I have to say, I did cut a good look in my dress whites. I was six foot three and 170 pounds of whipcord. I was tanned from Plebe Summer at the Academy and my ice blue eyes were my best asset.

I was pretending to not be stealing furtive looks at the distinctly beautiful Nurse Corps Lieutenant standing next to me at the back of the elevator. I would lean a bit left on my crutches and just barely slide my eyes in a furtive glance to my left. Oopsy, shes looking directly at me. I smile my best smile...”Good morning Lieutenant.” Turn the smile up a notch.

Should I continue????
 
Kinky? Yeah, this was kinky.

My mom lives alone and needed had an operation so I stayed with her to nurse her back to health. The surgery went fine, but part of the post op procedure was to use a catheter to finish draining her bladder after normal urination. Imagine how embarrassed I was when she told me that she needed my help to insert the catheter. Of course I agreed. I was there specifically to provide help and succor as needed.

The first time she did her best to conceal as much as possible as she came out of the bathroom. There was no modesty 5 minutes later as she laid on her back with her legs spread poking around with the plastic tube. As often as not it went up her cunt and we had to start over with fresh supplies. To solve that problem I brought over the mirror and flashlight and illuminated the whole show so she could see what she was doing. She went through the routine of "spread the knees, arch the back, find the clit with the left hand, insert catheter into urethra right below the clit and found it on the second try. From that point on my job was to hold the light and guide her with "up" or "down", etc.

Only the tight jeans and long baggy shirt kept her from seeing my erection. Later that night I jerked off while thinking about how it would feel to help her find her clit, and how nasty it was to get an erection as I stared at her twat like that.
 
timmyid2 said:
Kinky? Yeah, this was kinky.

My mom lives alone and needed had an operation so I stayed with her to nurse her back to health. The surgery went fine, but part of the post op procedure was to use a catheter to finish draining her bladder after normal urination. Imagine how embarrassed I was when she told me that she needed my help to insert the catheter. Of course I agreed. I was there specifically to provide help and succor as needed.

The first time she did her best to conceal as much as possible as she came out of the bathroom. There was no modesty 5 minutes later as she laid on her back with her legs spread poking around with the plastic tube. As often as not it went up her cunt and we had to start over with fresh supplies. To solve that problem I brought over the mirror and flashlight and illuminated the whole show so she could see what she was doing. She went through the routine of "spread the knees, arch the back, find the clit with the left hand, insert catheter into urethra right below the clit and found it on the second try. From that point on my job was to hold the light and guide her with "up" or "down", etc.

Only the tight jeans and long baggy shirt kept her from seeing my erection. Later that night I jerked off while thinking about how it would feel to help her find her clit, and how nasty it was to get an erection as I stared at her twat like that.
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That is kinky
 
Jackba57 said:
It was late summer of 1978. The Bay Area of California. You know, those long, long golden days. T-shirt weather. Except for me. I was a mess. Seems my fall during a training exercise at the USNA was going to require a tad of surgical intervention. My first, of what would be many, assists from our fellow Naval Warriors in the medical side. l grew to appreciate them greatly in the years of service to come. More about that later.

The Navy, in its infinite wisdom, sent me back to the West Coast, closer to my parents home. I spent quite a bit of time on Convelescent Leave in Huntington Beach, Ca. But thats a sexy story for another time. I was stationed temporarily at Treasure Island. The Navy was like “what the hell do we do with this guy?” The Vietnam War build up was right square in the middle of drawing down. Lots of bases suddenly not too necessary for a Navy coming off of a war footing and worried about funding. I had serious problems walking, if I leaned to hard on either knee, bent either one too far...Bang! Dislocated again. Duty consisted of occupying a chair at a desk at the rear entrance to the barracks where I checked ID cards to ensure no “non-Navy” personnel were sneaking into the men’s domicile for nefarious purposes. Of course I never noticed anyone accidently smuggling their girl friend in. What? Did i see any women sneaking into the barracks? Oh hell no!

Finally, after a couple of weeks dutifully guarding the infamous “back entrance”, wondering if I would ever have a girl friend, my doctors finally issued orders to Naval Regional Medical Center Oak Knoll. Across the Bay. Brand spanking new hospital in 1978. I hopped some Navy van headed that way. I checked in, was assigned to the Ortho Surgical Ward and crutched my way to the elevator.

The elevator was full as it left the main floor on its ride up. An assortment of doctors, nurses and civilian staff. in 1978 the summer uniform of the day was dress whites. The nurses wore white skirts to the knee, white blouses and nurses caps with gold stripes denoting rank. The Docs wore dress white trousers, white belt and white dress shirt with black epaulets denoting rank. My Academy epaulets with one skinny gold stripe on my shoulders painted me as a virtually bottom feeder amongst the gold braid of doctors and nurses. I have to say, I did cut a good look in my dress whites. I was six foot three and 170 pounds of whipcord. I was tanned from Plebe Summer at the Academy and my ice blue eyes were my best asset.

I was pretending to not be stealing furtive looks at the distinctly beautiful Nurse Corps Lieutenant standing next to me at the back of the elevator. I would lean a bit left on my crutches and just barely slide my eyes in a furtive glance to my left. Oopsy, shes looking directly at me. I smile my best smile...”Good morning Lieutenant.” Turn the smile up a notch.

Should I continue????
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Yes please. I did aircraft firefighter training on treasure island in the early90’s
 
It was late summer of 1978. The Bay Area of California. You know, those long, long golden days. T-shirt weather. Except for me. I was a mess. Seems my fall during a training exercise at the USNA was going to require a tad of surgical intervention. My first, of what would be many, assists from our fellow Naval Warriors in the medical side. l grew to appreciate them greatly in the years of service to come. More about that later.

The Navy, in its infinite wisdom, sent me back to the West Coast, closer to my parents home. I spent quite a bit of time on Convelescent Leave in Huntington Beach, Ca. But thats a sexy story for another time. I was stationed temporarily at Treasure Island. The Navy was like “what the hell do we do with this guy?” The Vietnam War build up was right square in the middle of drawing down. Lots of bases suddenly not too necessary for a Navy coming off of a war footing and worried about funding. I had serious problems walking, if I leaned to hard on either knee, bent either one too far...Bang! Dislocated again. Duty consisted of occupying a chair at a desk at the rear entrance to the barracks where I checked ID cards to ensure no “non-Navy” personnel were sneaking into the men’s domicile for nefarious purposes. Of course I never noticed anyone accidently smuggling their girl friend in. What? Did i see any women sneaking into the barracks? Oh hell no!

Finally, after a couple of weeks dutifully guarding the infamous “back entrance”, wondering if I would ever have a girl friend, my doctors finally issued orders to Naval Regional Medical Center Oak Knoll. Across the Bay. Brand spanking new hospital in 1978. I hopped some Navy van headed that way. I checked in, was assigned to the Ortho Surgical Ward and crutched my way to the elevator.

The elevator was full as it left the main floor on its ride up. An assortment of doctors, nurses and civilian staff. in 1978 the summer uniform of the day was dress whites. The nurses wore white skirts to the knee, white blouses and nurses caps with gold stripes denoting rank. The Docs wore dress white trousers, white belt and white dress shirt with black epaulets denoting rank. My Academy epaulets with one skinny gold stripe on my shoulders painted me as a virtually bottom feeder amongst the gold braid of doctors and nurses. I have to say, I did cut a good look in my dress whites. I was six foot three and 170 pounds of whipcord. I was tanned from Plebe Summer at the Academy and my ice blue eyes were my best asset.

I was pretending to not be stealing furtive looks at the distinctly beautiful Nurse Corps Lieutenant standing next to me at the back of the elevator. I would lean a bit left on my crutches and just barely slide my eyes in a furtive glance to my left. Oopsy, shes looking directly at me. I smile my best smile...”Good morning Lieutenant.” Turn the smile up a notch.

“Why good morning sailor. Are you a patient?” she asks in the sweetest voice i think I’ve ever heard. She’s medium height, maybe 5’6”, ash blonde hair piled up on her head and slightly in disarray beneath her nurses cap. Her skin was absolutely like fine china, porcelain, so smooth and perfect, just the faint vestige of blond hair. She looked at me with a smile and simply gorgeous brown eyes.

I said “uh....” my usual reply around any woman. While I was 21 years old, a US Navy sailor for the past two years, i was also the most inexperienced young man that I knew. Still a virgin, still wondering if I might luck out some day with some gal, wrought crazy by lack of sex, setting her sights on me and tackling me, having her way with me. “Uhhhh”, was about the extent of my vocabulary when engaging in face to face communication with the opposite sex.

She pursed her lips, “So, patient or visitor there sailor, speak up!” She smiled again.

I could feel my heart absolutely hammering in my chest. BP rising with each beat. Sure my face was beat red. “ Uh, sorry Ma’am, excuse me, I’m a patient I guess. Im here for knee surgery tomorrow.” The elevator mades its scheduled stop and the doctors walked out, gabbling something about infarcts and blood serum levels of something or other. I was pretty sure my blood serum level of testosterone was pegged. That left Lt. Blonde and I alone in the elevator.

“Oh really,” she says with a look of surprise, “Ortho floor?”

“Yes Ma’am. Getting one of my knees fixed,” I stammered as I looked down into her eyes. Even though we were the only two on the elevator, we somehow wound up standing so close I thought I could actually feel the warmth coming off her body. I most certainly could smell her clean fragrance and whatever shampoo she had used that day. I thought I was going to pass out if I had to speak to her again. She was seriously gorgeous. The kind of girl I was used to dreaming about when taking matters in hand and relieving my 21 year old body of excess spermatozoa. Hey. It’s a necessity!

She reached out and patted my hand and said “This way sailor, let’s get you checked in and comfy in your room.” Her smile gave me one of those instant hard ons only blessed upon the young. Mr. Happy was standing at attention. I leaned over on my crutches hoping she wouldnt notice the bulge in my white trousers. Cuz I sure did. She ran me through a myriad of forms, blood pressure, blood samples, lectures on the surgery, questions about my injuries, laying just how the next day would go. Hours passed. She walked me to a room and said “ Get that uniform off Mister, this is your wonderful hospital gown.” She held it out, unfolded, the white and blue checks, draw strings, unchanged in 100 years. A thousand. “Come on. Strip sailor, no socks, no T-shirt and no underware.” Her gaze said, this is my business and just get with the program.

“Ok, ok! Geeez!” I slid off my shoes, untucked my uniform blouse, and unbuckled my belt....opened my shirt one button at a time....peeled it of and shrugged out of my T-shirt. I was buff. 8 weeks of bootcamp, one year of Naval Academy Prep and Plebe summer had left me with muscles I never knew had. I was skinny, but I was about as toned as a body gets. Buff, as it were. Me! I know!

Lt. Blonde surveyed her patient and smiled, “Damn sailor, very nice! You’re in great shape! You should do fine in surgery. Now get those socks, pants and undies off.”

I pulled my socks off, Blushed the brightest red possible and shimmied down my trousers and stepped out if them.

Lt. Blonde told me to hold out my arms as she pushed my arms through the hospital gown, turned me around, tied the impossible ties that hold the gown on and keep your ass just barely from hanging out. She folded up my uniform, placed it neatly in a locker, and held out her hand, “undies sailor, peel em off and hand them over.”

Never one to disobey orders, I bent over and stepped out of my standard issue briefs. I handed them to her and wondering if this was as close to sex as I was going to ever get. A woman. A beautiful woman holding my skivvies in her dainty hand. i almost passed out.

Lt. Blonde says “ Climb in that bed Jack. You have a few more tests and then we need to clean you all up tonight before lights out,” she said with a smile and a wink. She folded my skivvies, tossed them in the locker and sashayed out if my room with a look over her perfect shoulder and a devastating smile.

I laid back in bed. I actually pinched myself and asked, did you just get naked in front of a gorgeous woman or what? I felt down below my waist, Mr. Happy was at half mast. I grinned. She did touch my skivvies! Holy moly! I was naked! Well, sort of naked. WITH A WOMAN! Damn.

Fast forward to about 7 pm that evening. Lt. Blonde was in the first four hours of her 12 hour shift. Into my room she marches...”Mr. Lamb....out of that bed sailor! Time to get that unsanitary hair off those skinny legs of yours!” she quips with a shatteringly gorgeous smile.

My reply, “Huh?”, again, pretty standard for me with girls.

“Come on, follow me. You have to shave your....”, she reads from a clipboard, “Uh...right knee. That means ankle to your hip now...hear me? ANKLE to HIP!” We stop outside of a door marked “SHOWER”, she pops it open and ushers me in. I’m frantically trying to shut the back door on my hospital gown to zero avail.

She looks me right in the eye, “Your weapon” as she hands me a standard BIC razor, “HIP to ANKLE! Got it?”

I took the razor, shoved my glasses up my nose. looked at her and said “Yes Ma’am!” My standard answer to Lieutenants.

She wags a finger at me and shuts the door all but a crack...she peers in and says “Water” pointing at the valves, “Soap” pointing at the dispenser on the wall. “Get busy,” pointing at me.

So, I turn on the hot water, turn on the cold water, stand there adjusting the temperature when the door opens yet again. “Busy sailor, get busy!” I frantically nod my head cuz i was a nanosecond from divesting myself of my gown. I slipped over to the door, glasses fogging up with the spray, and listen...nope...quiet. I shrug off the gown, back to the shower head. Impossible to just get your leg wet, so whst the hell, I just jump right under the nozzle. I am right in the middle of soaping up my leg when the door pops open yet again.

“How’s that shave job coming Lamb? Need any help?” I about freak. I slam myself against the wall, butt in clear view, glasses steamed over and stammer out “I think I’ve got it Lt.”

I hear a slightly disgruntled “Ok” and the door squeaks shut.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck fuckety fuck fuck. I cant see. Glasses are so steamed up I’m blind. Of course, I’m blind with out them. Ok, I can do this. I soap the shit out of my leg, step out to the built in bench, sit down and squeeze my eyes almost shut. Ok, theres my leg. So, I feel for my ankle and can vaguely see this sort of whitish thing that resembles a cream whip covered leg. I start trying to shave. I cant tell anything. i just basically run the razor over everywhere i can feel on my leg. Step in the shower, wash up and shut off the water. Grabbing a towel from the hanger, i start drying off. I wipe off my glasses and check my leg. Other than a bazillion razor cuts I was shiny.

I step back out in the corridor, holding my gown shut, tiptoeing down the hall towards my room.

“Lamb!” Uh oh. Faster movement towards my room.

Pushing through the door I hop into bed, pull the covers up and put on that fake “What? What?” look that got me this far in the Navy.

Lt. Blonde strides through the door, “All finished! Great! Ok sailor, no more food or water. Get some sleep. Your first up tomorrow.” And back out the door in a flurry of loose blonde hair, amazing scent and great legs. I laid back and tried to relax.

I thought I was dreaming. Something about shaving legs and fingers. Hell, I dunno. I struggle up out of sleep. My hospital room dark but for the vented nightlight by the door. I sat up rubbing my eyes when I noticed something was definitely on my leg. A hand. And it was traveling. Upward. I was blinking my eyes. A vague shadowy white blob was over my bed. The hand had made it almost to Mr. Happy. My right arm jetted out, hand grasping for my glasses. I snatched them off my bedside table and put them on, my eyes must have resembled dinner plates.

Lt. Blonde smiled down at me and said “Just checking your shave”, as she grasped Mr. Happy and smiled even more. “Oh good job sailor” as she began to stroke me.

My heart was hammering in my chest. I was awestruck and sure my mouth was hanging open to my chest. Lt. Blonde put a finger under my chin and pushed my jaw shut, just as I received the warmest, wettest kiss of my life.

My cock was as hard as titanium. I think it was throbbing in time with my massive heartbeats. Lt. Blonde let go just long enough to slip off her pair of white bikini panties which she tossed in my face as she climbed on top of me. I let out a gasp as I caught the most wonderful scent of her wet panty gusset just below my nose. My hands were pressed down on either side of the bed, my eyes peering through my glasses and the leg hem of her panties.

She slipped right down on Mr. Happy like he was designed for her. She was so wet i heard the “squish” as my cock seated firmly all the way inside her and bounced off her cervix. My breathe exhaled explosively as she pinned my hands down and rocked her pelvis up and down my cock. I was moaning out “Ffffffuuuuucccckkkk” about the time she put a hand on my mouth, and sat down hard on my pelvis. It felt like she had a vise grip on me as she began to shudder and I began to strain upwards like i was going orbital. Boom! I shot my first gigantic load into my first amazing pussy.

Lt. Blonde paused her squirming down on my cock and reached out to my cheek and said, “Sailors always get lucky”, then she kissed me lightly, hopped off and disappeared into my bathroom. She smiled widely at me as she tucked her panties in my locker, beneath my briefs and said “For your memory” the wriggled her perfect ass out my door.

I dropped my covers, yanked up my hospital gown and said “Mr. Happy, we are a couple of very lucky guys”.
 
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