*this is a true story with slight embellishments*
I grew up in foster care so while experimenting was all around me, those kids usually got sent to juvie or mental health facilities. So I kept a lid on my sexuality.
As it always does, that lid exploded off when I turned 18 and I wanted to explore everything and anything sexual.
Fast forward to me at 22 deciding I was finally ready for my first girl experience.
This was when craigslist personals were still a thing. So I posted on there as bicurious seeking an experienced lesbian. What I got was another co Ed who was also bi curious. …as well as a bunch of horny men who wanted to watch or guys trying to save my soul.
I spent hours going back and forth between wanting to explore and being terrified. But when it comes down to it, I’m stubborn. So I set up a meet at a local mall. Growing up as I did, I didn’t have family to help me so I was still riding the bus.
I got dressed in a cute dress that clearly showed my pierced nipples as I was braless. It was also so short it barely covered my ass. This dress wasn’t made for a curvy girl, so it showcased my curvy 8 figure perfectly. I’m very much into showing off, so this was just a normal outfit for me.
I got on the bus and avoided eye contact, anxious and ready for my newest adventure.
She met me at forever 21 and we chit chatted a little.
I’m sure we looked a sight.
My brown wavy hair brushed but otherwise wildly flowing down my back. My red hot topic dress covered in skulls matching my scuffed combat boots, but definitely too small for my curvy body. My eyes smudged with black eyeliner, no other makeup to hide my pale skin covered in freckles.
Her blonde hair was perfectly straightened pulled back in a sleek ponytail. She smelled like cotton candy, and with a cute pink summer dress and glittered sandals she looked the part. Her finger nails were manicured in a French tip, and her only makeup was glittery lip gloss and fake eyelashes.
She led me to her car. It was parked in the highest level of the parking garage. And just like that we were alone in the dark. Once we were settled in the car we saw a figure exit the stairwell, after locking the car we ignored it. If they want a show who are we to judge?
‘Have you ever kissed a girl?’ With the shake of my head there were the softest lips pressed against mine. It was nice, not the harshness of greedy male lips who are constantly seeking, but the soft exploration of lips just as ignorant as mine.
‘May I touch your boobs?’ resulted in me shuffling one out, over the top of my dress. Her tongue seeking and sensibly lapping at my pierced nipple. I held impossibly still while holding my DDD out, as If a feast awaiting to be sampled. All the while her dainty tongue lapped we made eye contact.
She grabbed my left hand and slowly brought it between her legs. My fingers itched to spread her and give her the pleasure I felt building within me. Her panties were lace and just as I felt the wetness I so wanted to explore there was a bang on the window.
We both jumped, forgetting where we were. The glass had fogged up, but we could hear his voice vividly clear: “open up, it’s mall security”
She rolled down the window as I haphazardly stashed my boob back into my dress, clipping my piercing and letting out a harsh hiss.
‘Out of the vehicle now.’
We scrambled to comply. He looked at us silently, hair mussed, dresses in disarray and tisked his tongue.
‘Normally I find boys bringing unsuspecting girls up here. But you… you two girls should know better. What where you doing?’
Silence greeted him.
‘Have you never been to church? Do you not know this is a horrible sin?’
I wanted to fight back and tell him that I know he was watching us, and that had to be a worse sin. But I stayed quite. I didn’t want to poke the bear.
‘Who’s car is this?’
The girl raised her hand.
‘And you? How did you get here?’
‘The bus sir.’ I refused to make eye contact, as I mumbled at the ground.
‘Ma’am get in the car and leave, unless you want me to call your parents?’
She mouthed the words sorry to me and hurriedly left in her car.
‘I’m taking you straight to the bus stop, so you won’t try to harass any others, understood?’
Again I mumbled my response to the ground, and head hung I followed his feet. We took the stairs, and then he paraded me back through the mall, while my head was hung in shame.
My panties may have been wet in the car, but with every step we took my pussy was gushing. I could feel the stickiness running down my leg. I just knew the strangers could somehow smell it. The bus stop was on the other side of the mall.
As I tried to turn towards the bathroom, he grasped my wrist in his hand, leaned and whispered in my ear, ‘let this smell be a reminder that you’re a bad little girl. You don’t deserve to be clean, do you?’
I shook my head while staring at the floor.
His grip tightened.
‘Do you?’
‘No sir’
When he refused to move I looked up, his eyes were hooded. He seemed to be warring with himself.
‘Why not?’
‘I don’t deserve to be clean because I’m a bad girl.’ I whispered into his chest.
‘Good answer.’ He proceeded to lightly tug me by my wrist the rest Of the way.
Once at the bus stop the cop sneered at me. Standing directly behind me. Looming over me silently judging as I sat on the metal bench waiting for my freedom. I could feel his hardness pressed up against my back, but I didn’t mention it and neither did he.
I wanted to touch myself so bad. But I kept my head hung in shame and sat on my hands instead.
He waited silently, until My bus turned the corner. As I stood to get ready to board he whispered in my ear ‘you left a wet spot on the bench, like the little slut you are. Don’t you dare touch yourself on that bus. Wait until your home like a respectable little girl, and then cum thinking of me- not that poor little college co Ed. Do I make myself clear slut?’
‘Yes sir’
He waited until I was safely on the bus out of his jurisdiction. I’ll never forget the drivers look of disdain as I’m sure he thought I was just another juvenile caught stealing.
I never saw either again, but when I got home I had the best orgasm I’d had up until that point picturing those tortured eyes and his whispered taunts.
My dresses are shorter now, my piercings more pronounced as they rub against my clothing. Last night I had sex on a park bench overlooking the city lake. Sadly we didn’t get caught. Maybe one day I’ll have the courage to go back to that parking garage, with another girl. For now his voice haunts me, I crave the thrill of getting caught. The feeling of shame boiling in my veins as I’m punished for being a bad girl.
So thank you mall cop, the slut in me appreciates the shove in the right direction.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/o79bu3/getting_caught_trying_new_things_ff_mf