Sundayschild
Regulator of funkiness
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Well…I meant cautious in driving. We don’t want sexy fun to cause a pileup lol
Fair point Play safe kids ✔
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Well…I meant cautious in driving. We don’t want sexy fun to cause a pileup lol
Fair point Play safe kids ✔
But once we got off the highway and into town, caution sort of took a back seat (pun intended). He drove me to a nearby street behind the neighborhood and parked. Anyone could have driven or walked by. We had a quick fuck in the back seat that was all about him and his pleasure. It was only fair and he deserved it for all he did.
At the moment I’m only focusing my attention on the fairer sex and would love to do this with a girlfriend in the future.
Mmmmm wonderful stories. They remind me of some of my own adventures around town and at work. Thanks for posting. It got my mind wandering
Mmmmm wonderful stories. They remind me of some of my own adventures around town and at work. Thanks for posting. It got my mind wandering
I recently enjoyed a session of fingering my pussy whilst in public, embarrassingly a lot more than I expected to, it makes me so nervous and to my shock my excitement built on upon fluttery tummy feeling rather than being dampened by it. I wondered if other women also get an extra kick from this, if so please do tell all. To set a good precedent here's how I made my discovery.
I undertake naughty little tasks for a friend so to set the scene here's his request, 'Either in a cinema, an art gallery or a museum spend at least four 2 minute sessions of touching yourself. Do not wear panties for this task.' Here's my reply; incidentally the cinema was a bit too easy and the coat (below) is a long woolly winter warmer.
I carried out your task on Saturday morning, bright and early before the crowds arrived, not that the museum gets that busy. I wore my coat over a denim skirt that buttons down the front with black stockings, red suspenders and as directed no panties underneath.
The first session was easy, they show a number of illustratory videos in darkened rooms so I went into one of those, placed my coat over my lap, undid one of the top buttons of my skirt, slipped a hand inside and fingered my pussy for perhaps rather longer than two minutes. It was pleasant and mildly arousing. For the second session I was more daring. I took a sketch pad with me, so I sat on a bench and began to copy one of the paintings on show. After a while, long enough to rough out an outline I rested the pad on my lap over my coat and slipped a hand underneath. That was pretty scary, no one came past but I could hear people walking around and I expect there are security cameras too so I had to move very slowly and gently. I made myself surprisingly wet, fingering my clit like that, right in the middle of a gallery. At that point I realised that the minimum of four sessions would be enough as I was pretty nervous. Session number three I repeated the trick with the pad and now have a fair sketch of a curious old pot with notes to colour it in. After the fingering part I was left with a very squidgy pussy, tingly nipples and an urge to press my thighs together. For my final session I played it safe and fingered my damp pussy under the table, in a corner of the cafeteria, which despite being the busiest place also felt the safest. I managed to bring myself quite close to orgasm there but after the two episodes in the galleries I was pretty randy when I started. Sitting on the bus home I was quite looking forwards to lying naked on my bed and being allowed to finger myself right through to orgasm at last.
One of my memorable one is fingering myself with my skirt hiked up in a traffic jam. The guy in the 4 wheel drive next to me enjoyed the show!This is one of my favorite naughty things to do/have done to me. I've been fingered in all kinds of public places but the one time that is crossing my mind at the moment is being fingered in the back of a cab, dress hiked up over my hips, legs open wide, as the driver watched and drove us back to my apartment building, where we fucked on the stairs one floor below my unit because we couldn't wait.
That's a great place to get fingered. Did you enjoy?I got fingered on the dance floor once
Surely you both enjoyed!I once fingered someone on the dance floor
Can't help but think Lenny would have been quite pleased!Leonard Cohen concert. Through a hole in her skirt pocket. Remarked afterwards how wet she was, she said it was because the guy next to her knew she was being finger fucked.
I used to have a fiend who instruct me to do things like this as well. He pushed me outside of my comfort zones, but it was incredibly exhilarating! I miss those days! I'd be willing to take instruction again lolI recently enjoyed a session of fingering my pussy whilst in public, embarrassingly a lot more than I expected to, it makes me so nervous and to my shock my excitement built on upon fluttery tummy feeling rather than being dampened by it. I wondered if other women also get an extra kick from this, if so please do tell all. To set a good precedent here's how I made my discovery.
I undertake naughty little tasks for a friend so to set the scene here's his request, 'Either in a cinema, an art gallery or a museum spend at least four 2 minute sessions of touching yourself. Do not wear panties for this task.' Here's my reply; incidentally the cinema was a bit too easy and the coat (below) is a long woolly winter warmer.
I carried out your task on Saturday morning, bright and early before the crowds arrived, not that the museum gets that busy. I wore my coat over a denim skirt that buttons down the front with black stockings, red suspenders and as directed no panties underneath.
The first session was easy, they show a number of illustratory videos in darkened rooms so I went into one of those, placed my coat over my lap, undid one of the top buttons of my skirt, slipped a hand inside and fingered my pussy for perhaps rather longer than two minutes. It was pleasant and mildly arousing. For the second session I was more daring. I took a sketch pad with me, so I sat on a bench and began to copy one of the paintings on show. After a while, long enough to rough out an outline I rested the pad on my lap over my coat and slipped a hand underneath. That was pretty scary, no one came past but I could hear people walking around and I expect there are security cameras too so I had to move very slowly and gently. I made myself surprisingly wet, fingering my clit like that, right in the middle of a gallery. At that point I realised that the minimum of four sessions would be enough as I was pretty nervous. Session number three I repeated the trick with the pad and now have a fair sketch of a curious old pot with notes to colour it in. After the fingering part I was left with a very squidgy pussy, tingly nipples and an urge to press my thighs together. For my final session I played it safe and fingered my damp pussy under the table, in a corner of the cafeteria, which despite being the busiest place also felt the safest. I managed to bring myself quite close to orgasm there but after the two episodes in the galleries I was pretty randy when I started. Sitting on the bus home I was quite looking forwards to lying naked on my bed and being allowed to finger myself right through to orgasm at last.
Sounds like he was a friend with benefits, as they say.I had a friend once a while ago, who whenever we were together, had to have his hand between my legs regarding of what I was wearing.
If ever I visited him in the summertime and was wearing shorts, I knew his fingers would be inside of me despite our surroundings. So, I always tried my best to find seats that weren't directly facing the public. That wasn't always possible. So, I took to carrying a sweater with me to put across my lap.
I did love knowing he couldn't keep his hands off of or out of me.