I’ve been a long time lurker on this sub just waiting to feel brave enough to post something here.
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Lately I’ve been thinking back on all the incredible times I had with my first partner. I was a virgin with an active imagination when we met, and he helped me scratch every itch I’d had for years.
He was my neighbor, my coworker and an athlete with a strong build. We started hanging out as friends during his senior year of high school. There were some feelings there and we came close to kissing the night before he left for college but it didn’t pan out. I actually told him I wasn’t interested while he was away and we stopped talking for a while.
After his first semester I knew he was home visiting and I wanted to make things right. I felt guilty for hurting my friend and I wanted to see if he still wanted to have that kind of relationship with me. To my surprise he actually responded to my message and did want to hang out, so we made plans for later that week.
Clearly he was interested in being friends at the very least because he’d agreed to go look at pottery with me. I was nervous to see him, but mostly because I knew I’d handled our semi-romantic situation badly and I hoped he’d forgive me. What I wasn’t expecting was the raw attraction I felt when I saw him again.
I’m not sure if it was the way he looked at me, the way he smelled or even the way he reached over and playfully tugged at my now shorter hair, but I instantly thought “fuck, I fucked up, he looks really good, I want to ride his cock”. That same night we fooled around for the first time and that’s when the whole ride started.
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On this particular night he was home from college for spring break. We’d been sexting for months and once we were back together in person the tension was off the charts. We had a date at the drive-in movie theater a few cities over, a place that would become one of our favorite hookup spots.
My favorite move during this phase was to dress as sexy as possible when we were going out like that. This time, I was in a burgundy halter bodysuit that was basically backless, showed a generous amount cleavage and didn’t require underwear. I put a tan high waisted skirt over it, slid into my grey thigh high socks and headed over to pick him up.
He knew what I was up to the second he got in the car. I was basically flashing him and we’d been getting off to each other 500 miles apart for months. We caught up on the drive over and he playfully teased me about my clothes. I could feel his eyes on me the whole way there.
Since it was a Saturday night the drive-in was pretty busy, but I managed to find a spot without many cars near it. We parked and rolled down the windows a couple inches to let the breeze roll through the car. I set up my portable radio and tuned in to the drive-in’s channel so the sound would mask any noise we made. We immediately moved to the back seat to get comfortable.
Obviously, we were totally oblivious to the movie.
For a while we just sat cuddled up in the back. It had been so long since we’d seen each other and despite the fact that we both knew where this was going, I think we needed to warm back up a bit.
Then he started to caress the side of my arm with one hand while the other toyed with the fabric at the top of my thigh highs. My breath hitched every time his fingertips moved closer to my pussy. I rested my hand on his thigh and I noticed his breathing getting heavier too. I looked up at him to gauge how he was feeling and the second we locked eyes we started making out.
He wrapped his arm around the small of my back and lowered me down across the back seat. His hands were slowly roaming up and down my body, and every time he’d graze over my nipples I felt shockwaves run into my clit. My pussy was throbbing and soaking wet, just aching for him to touch me.
We kept making out and he kept teasing me. The culmination of three months of fantasizing and exchanging incredibly dirty texts was coming to a head, and he was dragging it out as long as possible. Eventually his fingers found their way to my pussy and I moaned into his mouth as he began circling my clit. He could feel how wet I was and he pulled away to get a good look.
He sat back and pushed the fabric of my bodysuit to the side, then used his fingers and spread my lips apart while hungrily staring at my pussy. I thought he was about to go down on me. He was practically drooling and I could tell he wanted to, and fuck I definitely wanted him to. Instead I felt him slide his pointer and middle finger inside me while he rested his thumb on my clit.
I gasped and pushed my hips into his hand, desperate for him to fuck me. He watched as I tried to hold back while he worked me with his fingers. I could feel him hitting my G-spot and the pressure he was putting on my clit was sending me over the edge. His movements were slow and decisive, but it didn’t take long for my orgasm to start building. The way he was watching me only made it hotter.
All it took was a few more strokes of his fingers and the dominating look in his eyes and I came undone. As my orgasm washed over me I threw my head back and slammed it on the car door handle, but I was cumming so hard I didn’t even feel it. I gushed all over his hand and bit my lip hard in an attempt to stay quiet.
For a second I couldn’t believe that my first orgasm with a partner had just happened in public. But honestly, it made the experience that much more exhilarating. He made me cum like that every time he fingered me, and there were plenty of times that followed this one.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ibkzke/the_first_time_someone_made_me_cum_i_hit_my_head