(Last time … ) As soon as we got to my car, she locked the door, even before I started the car, which I found odd at first. I opened my mouth to say … something, but before I could say anything, she blurted out “I’ve got to show you this.” I had no idea what in the world it could be. I half expected her to pull some pills or a needle out of her bag but I didn’t know what to say or how to react. Somehow that moment just hung in the air for abnormally long. Until she grabbed her skirt and hiked it up high enough so I could clearly see the outline of her pussy through her slightly seethru pink bikini cut panties. I didn’t do anything to hide the fact that I was staring down at what she was so gladly showing off. “You’re not the only one with a hidden piercing” she said as she tugged her panties down and still somehow managed to spread her legs wide enough to let her clit hood ring shine despite being crammed in the passenger seat. Short legs must have helped. I, the total world champion of smooth reactions, decided to ask “so do you want to go to (the other bar) or not?” Dumb. Dumb Maya.
Author: mayavictorious
My one time with a married woman [Part 1 – ff]
*(This story is from a couple of years ago, again some of the details may be a bit off. Apologies. And it’s long, so here’s part 1. Part 2 is on its way. I promise.) *
Spring was finally here. It was a dreary winter that dragged on and on and on but it was finally over. It was probably the first chance we had that spring to actually go out. Plus it was a Friday, so it was a perfect chance to unwind. We ended up going to a pretty shady bar that at least had an outdoor area right by the river for some fresh air, which was awesome. The biggest selling point of the place was that it had cheap beer. But I don’t drink really like drinking beer, so that was no help to me. I had a couple of overly watery margaritas, so at least I stayed hydrated, if not a little more sober than I had planned to be.
Her [f]irst time with another girl, my [f]irst 69
I’ve had a lot of good feedback on my last story. I figured this would be a good follow-up.
Have you ever had one of those moments when you start daydreaming plan out exactly what you would do in a hypothetical scenario, even though that scenario would never actually happen? No? Just me? Oh well.
Well let me tell you about Rachel. She was, in that sense, a daydream come true.
I was a junior in college when we first met. And from the first time I saw her, I couldn’t get her out of my mind. I was’t totally out at that point, so I wasn’t about to make a move really or anything, but she was one of the last crushes I ever had as I grew out of that pre-adulthood stage. Not the very last, but that’s another story for another time.
Rachel was a first-year. She was tall, thin, blonde and probably the most classically attractive girl I’ve ever lusted after. But she was a nerd. Across the room, she came off as a model–bright blue eyes, perfect skin, lovely curves without being too disproportionate–but once she opened her mouth, she gave herself away. And I loved her for it. I was quite the nerd myself back in those days, except I was a lot more obvious about it. And she swore like a sailor.
My [F]irst story … A[ff+f]ter the Halloween Party
*I’ve been, shall I say, enjoying the literature here for quite a while. I figured I was long overdue to start doing my part. Any feedback will be gladly appreciated.*
I don’t even know where to begin. The night itself is still something of a jumble thanks to the cider and punch I had helped myself to more than my fair share of. But at least I was in better shape than Emma. She certainly wasn’t my date to the party. After all, it was at her sister Laura’s house, and Laura and I knew each other a lot better than Emma and I did, but somehow keeping an eye on Emma became my responsibility. In any case, Emma, Laura and I are the major players in what unfolded, so I should probably start there.