Twistandflick
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Tell me about a sexual experience you had in the same room as other people, knowing they were listening.
The story below is about the first time I was fingered - happened in college - and probably explains why I love over the panty action so much.
I was a late bloomer so came to college pretty innocent. Early on I was at a party with friends from high school with a few different cliques represented. It gets later and later and becomes clear that I’m crashing at my friends place. My friend takes her bed and says I can join her if I want. My best friend and her boyfriend are on the floor. A guy from high school, very much in the bad boy camp and so incredibly intimidating to my good girl self, suggests that he and I take the couch. He’s hot. I’m a little drunk. He smiles and says I can be the little spoon. I know I probably shouldn’t but I want to so I do.
I lay down on the couch with my back against his chest sporting my newly borrowed pajama shorts. My eyes are open and I’m covered in goosebumps waiting for him to touch me. Just when I started to think that maybe I misread all the signals, his fingers ran up and down my arm. He stroked me a few times. Then I felt his fingers slide up my rib cage toward my bra. He yanked down the front of my bra freeing my left tit. He started squeezing it with his full hand, rubbing my nipple with his thumb.
I start panting. Minus a few over the shirt fondles, I haven’t had a man’s hands on me this way, certainly not rubbing my nipple into a hard peak. I’m trying so desperately to stay quiet with my friends on the floor but I can help it as little gasps make their way from my lips.
Thank god, he was stopping. I was flaming red from embarrassment knowing what hell my friends were going to give me the next morning. I slow my breath. And then I feel his fingertips again. They’re lightly skimming just above the waistband of my shorts. I gasp for air as he slides his hand beneath the shorts and over my panties. He chuckles in my ear when he hits the wet spot already forming on my panties and whispers in my ear “so nice.” Mortified I wiggle away which only pushes my ass against his cock. A firmer whisper than before he says “don’t do that unless you’re going to do something about it.” I froze perfectly still. He waits a second and goes back to stroking me. I’m breathing heavy but relatively quietly. Once I’m good and soaked he pushes aside my panties and runs his finger back to front coating it in my juice before finding my clit. I was done for - a full on moan that I couldn’t hold on to escaped my lips. My friends on the floor giggled. I grabbed his hand. But then I heard another moan and it wasn’t from me. My friends on the floor had started their own fun.
He leaned in sucked on my earlobe and whispered “i know you want this, your pussy certainly does.” I take his hand and place it over my my underwear and squeeze. His hot breath tickles my neck as he says “that’s my girl.” He rubs my clit until I moan again and then his fingers shift with one entering me and his thumb staying on my clit. Now I’m gasping and moaning with my whole body shaking. I hit my release and started trembling all over. He shushed in my ear and again rubbed my arms but now to comfort me and also covered in my cum. My friend from the floor giggles saying get it girl.
He wraps his arm right around me, pulls me close and says go to sleep
The story below is about the first time I was fingered - happened in college - and probably explains why I love over the panty action so much.
I was a late bloomer so came to college pretty innocent. Early on I was at a party with friends from high school with a few different cliques represented. It gets later and later and becomes clear that I’m crashing at my friends place. My friend takes her bed and says I can join her if I want. My best friend and her boyfriend are on the floor. A guy from high school, very much in the bad boy camp and so incredibly intimidating to my good girl self, suggests that he and I take the couch. He’s hot. I’m a little drunk. He smiles and says I can be the little spoon. I know I probably shouldn’t but I want to so I do.
I lay down on the couch with my back against his chest sporting my newly borrowed pajama shorts. My eyes are open and I’m covered in goosebumps waiting for him to touch me. Just when I started to think that maybe I misread all the signals, his fingers ran up and down my arm. He stroked me a few times. Then I felt his fingers slide up my rib cage toward my bra. He yanked down the front of my bra freeing my left tit. He started squeezing it with his full hand, rubbing my nipple with his thumb.
I start panting. Minus a few over the shirt fondles, I haven’t had a man’s hands on me this way, certainly not rubbing my nipple into a hard peak. I’m trying so desperately to stay quiet with my friends on the floor but I can help it as little gasps make their way from my lips.
Thank god, he was stopping. I was flaming red from embarrassment knowing what hell my friends were going to give me the next morning. I slow my breath. And then I feel his fingertips again. They’re lightly skimming just above the waistband of my shorts. I gasp for air as he slides his hand beneath the shorts and over my panties. He chuckles in my ear when he hits the wet spot already forming on my panties and whispers in my ear “so nice.” Mortified I wiggle away which only pushes my ass against his cock. A firmer whisper than before he says “don’t do that unless you’re going to do something about it.” I froze perfectly still. He waits a second and goes back to stroking me. I’m breathing heavy but relatively quietly. Once I’m good and soaked he pushes aside my panties and runs his finger back to front coating it in my juice before finding my clit. I was done for - a full on moan that I couldn’t hold on to escaped my lips. My friends on the floor giggled. I grabbed his hand. But then I heard another moan and it wasn’t from me. My friends on the floor had started their own fun.
He leaned in sucked on my earlobe and whispered “i know you want this, your pussy certainly does.” I take his hand and place it over my my underwear and squeeze. His hot breath tickles my neck as he says “that’s my girl.” He rubs my clit until I moan again and then his fingers shift with one entering me and his thumb staying on my clit. Now I’m gasping and moaning with my whole body shaking. I hit my release and started trembling all over. He shushed in my ear and again rubbed my arms but now to comfort me and also covered in my cum. My friend from the floor giggles saying get it girl.
He wraps his arm right around me, pulls me close and says go to sleep
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