A few years ago, I briefly dated a guy who I would later learn was pretty repressed when it came to sex. Turns out I had inspired him early on to do all kinds of shit to impress me. A few weeks in when we were exclusively dating, we had our first obstacle. He had kept in touch with a girl he had met and slept with casually while overseas and he explained to me that he had told her way before me that she could crash at his place while she toured the states (we live in a larger city.)
This obviously didn’t sit well with me and he tried to find her new accommodations but it was too last minute for her to get anything. I gave him fair warning I would need some extra care while she stayed over. Also, considering how he lived alone and I had a roommate, that also meant that sexy times would be on pause for awhile. I mean, things were doable at my place but being a tease, I spun some things my way and used it to my advantage.
We went to see a pretty so-so comedy show where each couple got their own table. To give you a visual, I’m an Asian girl with a tight little body. 5’5”, 115 lbs, perky A cup tits and a round ass you wouldn’t think would belong on my body. I’m also into hitting the gym and have a small but athletic look going with defined shoulders, a fit stomach and a thigh gap. That night, I was wearing a shimmering minidress that was loose but short with 3 in. black heels with straps. Before the show started, my ex started putting his hand under the table and massaging the outside of my underwear. I started getting distracted, which just egged him on further.
As the lights went down, he just kept progressing. Light caresses eventually devolved into pulling my underwear to the side, playing with my clit and sticking one finger into my tight pussy (I’ve often told I’m the tightest my partners have ever experienced so in this case, the pussy matches the body.) I was getting wetter and wetter and in that state, I could start hearing it. We were seated so we were facing the performers but in the dark and I never wondered if any of them could look into the crowd and see the girl getting aggressively fingered by her boyfriend a few rows back.
He had my full attention and I was only thinking of him but in retrospect, it’s kind of hot to think about other guys who may have noticed and were enjoying a whole other show with the hot girl panting and getting her pussy played with. When the show ended, my ex seemed like he was gonna burst and pretty much sprinted to the bathroom.
Just when I thought it was over, we left the show and I walked up the steps in front of him. I’m sure he got a look up my short and flowing skirt as I did. Remember when I said we had essentially sexiled ourselves due to this unwelcome stranger? I’m sure that had something to do with what he did next. At the top of the stairs, he reached down, found my wet pussy and started aggressively fingering me again when just about anyone could walk up and see us. To give us some semblance of privacy, I shifted my black bag from my right to left hand to visually block what was happening.
I had turned my ex into a complete animal because all he wanted to do was fuck the shit out of me at his apartment. He kept going and going, looking at me hungrily as I panted and was utterly thrilled by the situation and the public/risky nature of it. Then he playfully slammed me up against a fence outside and started making out with me.
Instead of inviting him back to my place (which I could have, we always could have had quiet sex in my room) I just let him want me and think some more about that decision to give free room and board to the girl he wasn’t having sex with.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/rvgeye/the_time_i_f_drove_my_repressed_ex_bf_m_crazy_and