I [F] let a stranger [M] feel me up at a party

This happened years ago towards the end of uni at a friend’s graduation party. Unlike a lot of girls, I didn’t go buck wild in college, fucking everything in a campus radius (no offense to those who did). I focused on my books, only going out every once in a while, when my friends dragged me. I stayed pretty sweet and innocent, at least on the surface.

At the party, I mostly hung back, sipping on my drink and people watching. Eventually I joined a conversation between some guy I’d never seen before and my friend, chatting casually with them about post grad plans. I took the chance to give him a once over. He was cute—glasses, just a bit heavyset but carried it well, stylishly dressed, natural kinky hair, and nearly a foot taller than me.

When my friend moved on the two of us kept talking, and, as I started to get tipsy, flirting. Which for me, is just cracking jokes and making suggestive comments disguised as jokes, but he wasn’t buying it. He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me close, whispering in my ear, “You’re funny, but I know you’re not really joking.” I got so flustered I had to go and take off my sweater, leaving me in a tight V-neck shirt that showed off my cleavage. My high-waisted jeans were clingy too, riding my curves up to my belly button. After that he couldn’t take his eyes off me, dialing up on the flirtatiousness. As a girl who never really caught guys attention, especially at parties, I didn’t really know what do with myself when he came on strong. But he did.

Truthfully, I can’t remember what led up to us finally getting alone together. Maybe I went to grab something, and he followed me into the empty bedroom. But somehow we ended up tangled on the bed, bags and jackets pushed aside as he laid halfway on top of me. His breath was warm on my skin as he begged to touch my tits. I was hesitant—even at 21, I had never really done anything in real life with a man beyond a clumsy first kiss. But here I was with a near stranger on top of me, his hands running over my tummy and hips, electric with desperation. My heart was beating so hard and loud I was shocked I didn’t spontaneously combust. I swallowed nervously, glancing at the door.

“We don’t have to have sex,” he said quickly, picking up on my hesitation. “I swear, I won’t even look down there. I just wanna touch your tits, please, fuck. I don’t even have to go under your clothes. Just on top.” His voice was throaty with need and something about that was arousing. “They look so fucking good, you’re killing me. Please…” He whispered my name, meeting my eyes and I felt like I was gonna loose my mind. I nodded and his fingers were sinking into me before I even finished the motion.

He squeezed my breasts gently, then with more force, the supple brown skin piling in between his fingers. “Holy fuck, they’re so soft. Are you even wearing a bra?” I mumbled yes between breathy moans, my back starting to arch and tried not to think about the molten heat between my legs. The sexual tension building between us all night was making me especially horny. “More,” I groaned, and he obliged, pulling at my top and pushing it up to my neck despite his original claims. In a flurry of motion, my bare tits were out in front of a man I met barely two hours ago. I felt myself panic as he started to kiss, grope and suck, spending extra time to coax out my inverted nipples with an expert tongue. “What if someone comes in?” I panted and he chuckled into my chest.

“Wouldn’t you like that?” He joked, but I moaned so loud he had to cover my mouth. After playing around for a little longer, I fixed up my clothes and hair and we both went back to the party. It had probably only been seven minutes, but it felt like forever. I couldn’t help but think everyone knew *something* happened, and it was the weirdest mixture embarrassing and exciting. I tried to distract myself the rest of the party, but my thoughts were steaming filthy about finishing what we started. Every time I saw him talking to another guy, I felt my face flush with the idea that he might be telling them what we did, or offering them up a turn. Nothing more happened in the end, but sometimes I still think about the thrill and wonder if I could ever bring myself to do something similar again.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/vvfs5j/i_f_let_a_stranger_m_feel_me_up_at_a_party