He Fingered Me in a Car Full of People (M/F)

So, to start this off I have to tell you that pretty soon after I discovered sexuality I realized my love of exhibitionism. The thought of fucking in public thrills me. The act of fucking in public does too but that’s another story.

A few years ago I was going down to lake Michigan for a day of sailing with some friends. At the time I liked this guy with a great body— he had a mediocre face but when you’re using someone for sex, does that really matter? I was still a virgin back then so when I say using him for sex I mostly mean oral and manual stimulation.

But anyways, my girl-friend’s dad owned a sail boat and she invited my guy, his brother and I to go sailing. The entire day was sunny and something about watching his deeply tanned abs glisten in the sun really turned me on. We were out there for hours.
The clothes I chose to wear were ridiculous and I remember not caring what the others thought of me, I only cared that he was watching my body. I wore those clothes to tease him: super short jean shorts that were frayed at the bottom so that my toned ass cheeks were hanging out. Most of that day I didn’t bother with a top and my stomach looked perfect, smooth and small in the bikini I had chosen. I walked with confidence and felt good in my skin. With every step I intentionally swayed my hips to torture him a little longer and I knew he was watching me with every fiber in his being. Only him and I knew of the tension.

First Time [18m / 18f]

We’re home alone, just as we were on the day we both became acquainted with the mature human form. Both of us are more experienced now, the naivety is gone yet the wonder of our first explorations remains. Unlike the last time, we both know the fundamentals of pleasurable orgasms and we are aware where this encounter is going.

You’re leading the way and I follow nervously behind. Hand in hand we walk into your bedroom. Just that little bit of contact is enough to comfort me and make me want you. I trust you completely.

As we approach your bed I see your childish pajamas sitting there. Automatically, I laugh at you. You shake your head, playfulness is in your eyes when you glance to the ground, pretending to be ashamed of the dinosaur print. I turn my back to you and strip off my t-shirt; my bra springs free with a small tug at the clasp. You’re gazing at my smooth skin, blemished only with a small scar along my spine. Knowing you will be amused, I slip on your pj shirt.

A chance [m/ 18f]

The rain splashes cooly into my hair. It makes me smile even though one of my most severe pet peeves happens to be wet hair on my head. I run into the mall with my bestfriend. That’s when I see you. We make eye-contact; I smirk confidently, as I always do when I’m fairly certain I will never encounter a guy again.

We navigate through racks of clothes, I scoff at prices (silently in my head) and we finally decide on things to try on. My favorite part of shopping is always choosing outrageous things that I would never dare to wear in public. Corset in hand I pull the dressing room curtain to cover me. All that clads the small room is a single chair, a few hooks and a full sized mirror.

I abandon my top clothing and watch in the reflective glass as I tweak my nipples. They harden and I laugh. I haven’t noticed you peeking in yet.

I’m trying to tie the laces on my corset when you enter. I’m shocked but I don’t yell out as I should. “Shhh,” you say, pressing your finger to your pink lips. We make eye-contact in the mirror and you cockily gaze at me, pulling the strings tightly and tying me up. My breasts have been pressed up and are delicious globes, exemplified by the tight bodice.