At this point, the “shy” label is long gone [25F] after deciding to really taking our chances by crossing over to unchartered territory.
Meeting up with him [24M] in person —-especially out in the open for the world to see— presented a line of pent up needs and wants if they were ever to come into play. We were knotted with the initial nervousness and the overbearing fear of getting caught, even when we just wanted to slightly graze against each other’s hand. But did that stop us? Of course not.
They may scoff at the claim of a lover’s first physical touch being electrifying, and perhaps pass it off as a figment of a hormonal teen writer’s imagination, but let me just say that it is more than just a dull buzz: it was galvanising. Who knew that a simple interlock of fingers, or stroking the back of one’s hand with your thumb, could get you so restless or give you an unscratchable itch that could only be relieved after a session or two of relentless fucking. It was indeed the test of self-control and from the events which followed, we were proud to fail this one.
When we hit the first milestone in the physical domain, meanwhile we also decided to spice up our sexting game. By first shopping together for lingerie of both of our choosing, it was another kind of indescribable thrill. It was an act of rebellion against my conservative upbringing and household; a reclamation of my femininity and sexuality that were once repressed until now. Before I could get my hands on them, he showed me leaving a small present on my lingerie: his precum rubbed onto it. My patience began to run low at even a faster rate.
An experience that once felt far-fetched, I loved how my body looked and how it showed off my best assets (pun completely intended). I couldn’t help but feel horny, knowing that I had traces of precum brushing against my skin. I loved showing it off to him in different poses and presenting each other with scenarios in the ways we would be fucking. It drove both of us crazy. Obviously, it only made sense if I kick it up a notch by wearing the exact same lingerie underneath my clothes while meeting him in public.
That, without a doubt, revved up our feelings into something much more carnal: something more raw and untamed. Simple handholding —no matter how long— could not ease our aching need for each other. We had to be sneaky with what we needed to do next. It needs to be mentioned that we were standing in a busy and a heavily-surveilled public building with little to no blind spots. We had to make-do with what we had. After all, it really was a “damned if you do, damned if you don’t” kinda situation. Life is too short to pass up the opportunity.
He managed to grope my boobs and ass when the coast was clear. Feeling his hands on my body was a reminder of how much I had missed out in life. To top it off, his hand slithered underneath my shirt and rubbed my pussy from the front. It was hard to keep a straight face especially when a small moan went past my lips. I just needed him to keep going. If only we could get inside the nearest room, tear each other’s clothes off and fuck there and then.
I saw his cock getting hard in his pants. I couldn’t fight the urge to touch and hold it. And that’s when I surrendered. It had gotten insanely hot when I started to rub him up and down his cock, while he cupped his hand over mine, ushering me to hold tighter. I wish I could’ve taken it out and deepthroated the throbbing length of it and feel his cum slide down my throat. Eventually, we both started getting wet. It gave us the idea to do the impossible by tasting each other. We discreetly got our precum and wiped it onto each other’s fingers. I don’t think I’d ever felt this slutty as I tasted him while he tasted me —and that too in public.
Given how much of a gentleman he is, he concluded our public handsy session by giving me a quick kiss on the hand. Even while writing this post, I can’t seem to forget how his lips felt on my hand. The thought of feeling them on my lips won’t be staying in my imagination for too long, of course. With this steamy chain of events, I remained wet for the rest of the day and my master clearly had the delight of seeing the evidence later on.
I cannot wait for what the near future holds for us.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/wc3fzq/fm_a_notsoshy_brown_slut_gone_public_part_3