Fingered at a party by a stranger

I spied them across the room, tall, beautiful. Drink gave me the confidence to approach them, and they seemed to find me attractive too. We chatted for a while, and then went to sit on one of the sofas outside. They sat first and I nestled in between their legs. Their arms were around me and I was leaning back on their chest. Someone had taken over the decks with acid house music and we were watching people dance.

Their hands slid up my top to my breasts and began to caress them. I wasn’t wearing a bra.

‘People will see!’ I protested.

Their response was to move their hands down…to unbutton my shorts. I felt a hand slide into my knickers and fingers begin to explore.

‘Let them see,’ they breathed in my ear. Their other hand moved back up to my breasts and they began to kiss my neck.

I should stop this, I thought, I should. We shouldn’t do this in public! I should stop them, but how can I when this feels so…fucking…good!

I’d always hated public displays of affection and this went way beyond heavy petting. But their lips were still nibbling my neck, their one hand was still squeezing and massaging a breast under my top and their other hand was still in my pants, probing, questing.

I didn’t stop them. Instead I closed my eyes and arched my back, giving in to the sensations they awoke in me. I moaned softly.

‘That’s it. Let yourself go,’ they murmured.

I began to writhe under their touch, I couldn’t help it. But still –

‘We can’t…it’s wrong…oh!’ My weak protest was cut off as they squeezed first one nipple, then the other, pinching hard, sending shudders through my entire body. The hand in my knickers found my vagina and a finger slipped inside. I gasped. They slid their finger out and up to graze my clit, and then pushed it inside me again. I began to grind my hips in time with their touch and push my chest into their hand

‘That’s it, baby. Give in to your desire,’ I felt their hot breath on my ear. ‘You know you want this. Your body wants this.’

They pinched my nipples again, rolling them between finger and thumb.

‘We can both feel how hard your nipples are,’ they continued. They slid their finger out of me again, tracing up with the tip to rub small circles on my clit and then plunged back inside with two fingers this time. Surprised, I gasped again, louder now.

‘We can both feel how wet your pussy is,’ they murmured, sliding their fingers in and out. ‘But… If you really want me to stop…I’ll stop.’

Their hands stopped moving; one rested on my mound, the other on my breast. They froze there for a second and then began to withdraw.

I realised didn’t care about where I was anymore, or who was watching. All I wanted was to feel their hands on me.

‘No…please…’ My voice was barely above a whisper. ‘Don’t stop…’

I placed my trembling hands on top of theirs, guiding them back up to my breast and into my knickers, rolling my body against them. ‘Please don’t stop…’

Their hand slipped back into my wetness, teasing apart my soft folds to finger me again. Their other hand started massaging my breast again, and I joined in this time, squeezing my other breast and pinching my nipple like they did. I felt them back at my neck, kissing and biting, and whispering and murmuring in my ear. My breathing got heavier and heavier, and I writhed my body more and more. Their fingers pumped in and out of me faster and faster, the palm of their hand stroking my clit each time. I thrust my hips in rhythm, beginning to pant.

‘You really like that, don’t you?’ they breathed.

I could barely speak. My body was beginning to shudder and shake. I felt their hand slide down from my breast to join the one already between my legs, massaging and rubbing my clit while the fingers of their other hand continued to pump in and out, fingertips pressing on the walls of my vagina.

‘I think you like it so much you might come. Let yourself come. Come for me, baby!’ They nibbled my ear as they whispered.

It wasn’t a question of letting myself. I wasn’t in control anymore. I closed my eyes and let my body shake, electricity coursing through me. One hand left my pants and clamped over my mouth to muffle my shriek as everything in me exploded. I even felt a gush of liquid between my legs, running over their other hand, soaking my knickers, leaking through into the back of my shorts. Utterly spent, I collapsed back against their chest, slightly shuddering still with every breath.

I lay there, catching my breath, as they buttoned my shorts back up and pulled my top back down. I was completely speechless.

They slid out from under me, got up to stand in front of me and offered me a hand up. I stood, willing my shaky legs to hold me, wincing at the wet fabric between my legs. I buckled, but they caught me and held me, smiling softly.

‘Come on,’ they said, putting an arm around me and leading me away, heedless of any stares. ‘Let’s get you cleaned up.’

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