The walking group social was always good fun. The members were surprisingly young. A few drinks and occasionally a bit of flirty innuendo between some members, though most were married or had partners, who were often in the group themselves. I was single and got chatting to this girl, who introduced herself as Anna. Her first walk with us had been the previous day but I’d not spoken to her as other members walked with her to welcome her. I’d spotted her thought: real girl-next-door type. Pleasant face, brunette, slim without being skinny, mid-20s. Just my type. She said she worked in a local hospital, the conversation moved on and we found we had a lot in common. We laughed a lot and I felt there was a mutual attraction.
A couple of hours in and we’re both well oiled without necessarily being drunk. It was a bank holiday Sunday in the late summer and it was still light as we moved to another bar. As we make our way along, she walks next to me, her fingertips brushing mine and we hold hands. She’s blushing slightly. When we make eye contact she smiles coyly and I wonder to myself how much her flirting is well practiced versus genuinely shy.
It was after the next bar that it got lively. Making our way to a different place again, we held back from the group and, holding her hand, I walked her into a back lane behind a row of shops. I tell her it’s a shortcut and she smiled that coy smile again. Half way down turned and kissed her. She returned my kiss passionately and I manoeuvred her so her back was against the wall. Our lips were smacking together in between full strokes of our tongues locking together, my hands holding wrapped gently around her upper neck, holding her head up and cradling her chin with my thumbs. One hand moves down to rub under the hem of her jumper. No resistance. It works its way up. No resistance. Squeezing her tit over her bra. No resistance. I decide to go for it.
I moved my other hand down to lift her shirt up to rest on top of her tits and took a good look at her black bra. Her tits were just right – a good handful encased in a simple black bra. I reached back and unclasped it, just to allow me to pull the bra up at the front to expose both breasts, tucking it under her raised jumper. I was straight onto her left nipple, sucking hard and breaking this up with licks to tease it out until it was fully erect. I moved to the other side, doing the same again until both nipples were poking out as far as I could tease them. Another make out session followed, her tits exposed to the cool air and anyone who might happen to be watching from a window overlooking this often ignored alley. My hands were finding their way inside the waistband of her trousers now. Thank god it was elasticated. It must have been pulled tight around her hips as I went straight the elastic of her panties too, feeling a slightly hairy pussy already slick with juices. I used my middle finger to reach back and pull some of her wetness from her hole, to moisten her clit. Little flicks with the flat inside of my finger soon had her bucking back against me, her quiet moans intensifying as I kissed hard on one side of her neck. Anna came hard, convulsing where she stood, knees trembling. I held her up almost by the pussy, my full hand inside her panties covering her engorged cunt to feel every movement.
She took a moment to breathe and realised her situation, rapidly covering up as she became aware she’d just been fingered in public by an almost total stranger. I realised there was no chance of her reciprocating so tucked my dick firmly in the band of my underwear and we shared a quick kiss before heading off to try to find the others.
The bar was busy and the group had splintered off. It seemed people hadn’t noticed we’d not arrived with the group. We joined separate smaller groups across the bar and I encountered her shortly before leaving. I invited her back to my place but she politely declined. Still, I went home with the smell of her all over my hand and jerked off repeatedly, imagining fucking her hairy pussy.
After she came in that back lane, she’d been frostier towards me. I assumed it was embarrassment or that I might think she was a slut. We swapped texts a little over the following days but then she ghosted me. She rejected friend requests on social media and I got the hint. She didn’t turn up for the next walk either. One of the ladies there told me that helped make a sense of what had gone on. Anna did work at the local hospital but she had also recently become a novitiate and was preparing for her first vows. Basically, she was starting the process of becoming a nun and entering the trial period before deciding whether or not to make it permanent. I have no idea if she ever went through with it as we didn’t stay in contact. I occasionally check her public profiles on social media but they’ve not been updated since I knew her. Fingering her that night would have been a great memory anyway but knowing she was likely trying to stay chaste makes it all the hotter.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/vfrsup/fingering_a_nun_in_training_before_she_took_her
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