The Piccadilly line during rush hour is a massive push and tuck. I often have well behaved men standing behind me and in front of me. During warm weather my wardrobe is a bit skimpy. Deep cleavage and short skirt. With a wrong move a chap can accidentally see my nipples. I feel embarrassed that they are erect. I shamefully admit I don’t wear panties or bras. Love to feel free.
The other morning a chap who stood behind me really tight starts to rub against my bum. He got hard, his cock was trying to push my skirt into my asscrack. I couldn’t move out of the way, my breathing got heavier as he groped my ass. He even tried to reach under my skirt. Lifting the skirt. I reached back trying to slap his hand away instead I felt his exposed cock tip. My hand got wet from precum. He took my hand and rubbed his cock tip into my palm. He started to cum and must admit it aroused me. I had to get off at knightsbridge but missed my stop because of the sexual encounter. He came before we reached Cromwell road. I rushed out looked for a loo and there brought myself to orgasms. Now with the weather getting cooler, my wardrobe will better protect me against horny men.

“You know how it’s James’s birthday next month? Do you want to fuck him as a present?”

Helen has been my best friend for a few years and has always been open about whatever’s on her mind, especially when it comes to sex, to the point where she sometimes says outrageous things just to watch my reaction as I end up believing them. That made it easy to laugh at her sudden outburst as we sat drinking coffee in her flat after a retail therapy spree.

“I’m not joking Suzie. I’ve talked about it with him before… I’m into watching him with someone else and he’s into doing it with… well, you.”

Now I was stunned into stumbling over some half-formed words, then silence. “You don’t have to decide now or say anything, just think about it” she told me. There was nothing to think about! No way could I do something like that.

But then I thought about it. A lot. I was 21, single, and hadn’t had any kind of sex in too long. Her boyfriend was 24, tall, blonde, good looking and confident. But he wanted to fuck me? It was hard not to think about it, and the more I thought the more I realised I wasn’t anxious about the idea, my heart pounding and butterflies was because it excited me. Read more »

I really enjoy showing off my body at work and just around public now and I know what started my drive to do so. When I was younger I was a cheerleader, I cheered at a very high level starting a young age but recently stopped. Growing up cheering I was used to not exactly wearing a ton of clothing, but none of my cheer outfits went to far. Then one competition that we had to travel for happened. It was a regional event to move onto nationals, when our coach gave us our uniforms we were all pretty surprised at the uniform but went along with it. I was well developed beyond my years at this point and way ahead of my fellow cheer mates, this led to a lot of the stares on me and I absolutely loved it. The top didn’t do much restraining like a sports bra does so this led to a lot of movement with my boobs. This was a big event with a lot of people and I enjoyed the majority of the eyes one me. Our coach ended up getting suspended and eventually fired for this but we did win the event. Read more »