A stranger [M] helped me [18F] discover my biggest fetishes. Spoiler: He didn’t cum where he was supposed to.

Throwaway because my friends know my normal account. This happened a little while back, and I haven’t done anything like it since. It’s truly, my secret fetish. 

Like many fetishes do, the root of mine started pretty young: I was an eighteen year old cashier girl at a local art store, trying to make a few extra bucks before heading off to college.

I had the same body I have now. Slender, perky breasts and a lot of leg (you can view my post history!). I felt a bit lanky at the time but I love my height now. 

At the store, I had a regular that would come in, ask for help finding something, chat for a little, and leave. He would do this every week, for months. At the time, I just assumed he did a lot of art projects at home — it wasn’t unusual, there were a LOT of regulars and it was common to seek out a particular person who was good at helping you find what you needed. 

He was a ~24ish year old graduate student at a nearby school. Not much taller than me, but he looked strong. Light brown curly hair, deep brown eyes. Clean shaven and very proper looking overall. 

After a few months, I realized that the things he was buying didn’t really made sense…I asked him a few prodding questions, and realized he was just making up the answers. 

Fine by me. That meant he was coming to the store just to see me ? 

Here’s where the bad decisions come. My friend and I had an ongoing bet to see who could go without orgasming the longest. At this point, I was almost a month in. Because of this, even the slightest flirting made me wet. When I realized my regular (I forgot his name, but let’s call him Chris) was coming just to see ME, my body ached.

The next time he came in, he asked me to help him find a sketchbook. I led him down the isle, chatting as usual, and bent down to the bottom row of the shelves. I realized that he could probably see my panties under my skirt…but I let him. I was wearing a blue thong that was SO tiny, my pussy lips would often push it to the side. 

He coughed, either from discomfort or excitement. 

I pointed to a sketchbook and said, “Does this one look good?” 

I saw his eyes move from my ass to my hands, and he quickly mumbled “yes, that looks great.”

I handed it to him, disappointed he didn’t comment on the show I just gave him. I shrugged, though I could feel my wetness sliding down my thighs. 

When we get to my cash register, he speaks softly to make sure nobody can hear:

Take your panties off. I’ll give you $100 for them. 

I just blinked. Why would anybody want my underwear? Who would PAY for my underwear? 

I was too horny to think, so I snapped back, “I want $100 and I want to watch you cum all over them. In person. During my 15 minute break.” 

He grinned, said deal, paid for his sketchbook, and slid me his number. He said he’d wait for me in the parking lot.

The problem was, my shift had just started I didn’t have a break for another 2 hours. For the next two hours, I was helping dozens of customers while I got more and more wet. At one point, I nearly went to the restroom just to take care of myself. I even had to sit down  for a moment because my pussy ached SO much.

Longest two hours of my life…but then, it was time. We quickly coordinated and I found his car in the parking lot. 

I know, I know – this reeks of red flags and “stranger danger” but the truth was, I had talked to him so many times that I didn’t really feel that worried. But the truth is, I made a rash horny bad decision at 18 and luckily nothing bad happened. 

I jumped into his passenger seat and asked him to scoot his chair all the way back. I opened my palms, which revealed my soaking wet underpants. 

He groaned and started rubbing his cock over his pants.

For the first time in my life, I felt sexually powerful. Normally when I fucked, boys were fucking ME. But this afternoon in an art store’s parking lot…I was in control. 

I told him to smell my pussy juice and tell me how much he liked it. I told him if he complimented me well enough, I would give him a treat.

It wasn’t what he said (because I don’t remember) but how he said it. He was breathless, groaning, breathing it in like it was his only chance of air. 

Satisfied, I told him he was deserving of a treat. I opened his pants, delighted by the little spot of pre-cum on his boxers. 

I put my head down, forcing my naked ass to go right next to the passenger window. I knew if my manager saw me, she’d tell my parents (and probably call the police) but I didn’t care. 

I slid his cock through the front of his boxers and slowly ran my tongue around his head.

I asked him to put my panties in his mouth if he wanted more. He did, so I gave him more.

I like to give them a good build up, so I started slow: I started gently licking his head, making circles to the left…then circles to the right. 

Then, I dedicated the next minute to the first half of his cock. I slowly bobbed my head up and down, making a huge mess with all my spit. 

At this point, he started really complimenting me. He sighed about wanting to fuck me since the first day he walked past this store. 

He pulled my head up to kiss me, exposed both of my breasts before licking and kissing each one.

I thanked him for the kindness, but told him we only had a few minutes left before my break would end. He let me return back to his cock…and I grabbed his hand and instructed him to finger me. 

I then began messily stroking and sucking, trying to bring him to climax. I took his entire length in my throat, moaning with each thrust. I synchronized his fingering with my head, until I realized that I was, in fact, about to cum.

I couldn’t stop though, the rhythm felt too good and the buildup from nearly a month of not masturbating left me irrationally horny. I forgot about my demand to watch him cum all over my panties. I went faster, faster, closed my eyes, felt the swell of pressure until I experienced a leg-trembling orgasm at the same time as him.

After I came, I held him in my throat for a moment, before gasping for breath.

When I sat up again, I had a brilliant idea: I wiped some cum from the edge of my mouth with my panties. There! In a way, he came on them. 

We both sighed and laughed, bonding for a quick minute over how surreal and strange of an experience that was. 

He handed me a crisp $100, and then ANOTHER as a thank you. 

To this day, I’ve never sold anything to another man…but I have dated people who love to sniff panties. It’s one of my absolute favorite fetishes, and I’ve died with lust every single time I’ve helped a boyfriend explore that fetish. I think there’s something dirty and surreal about watching somebody enjoy such a carnal part of you: how the dirtiest parts of you smell. 

I wish dating apps would let you sort by fetishes. Oh well ? 

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hfhi21/a_stranger_m_helped_me_18f_discover_my_biggest