Share your thoughts, opinions, and experiences. Feel free to reply to other comments. This page is intended for engagement and interaction. Anyway back to the topic, after I was dumped I met this gorgeous young girl a year older them me with the most striking green eyes I still to this day have ever seen. We quickly became friends and I fell hopelessly in love with her, after about to weeks of going on dates and hanging out I found the courage to ask her to be my girlfriend.
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As my hands blindly groped her chest, my fingers fumbled around her nipples. The Other Team is a website aimed at fiest lesbian and bisexual lfsbian through its snarky, gay-positive content. I suppose being naive my behaviour came across as submissive which proved to be the My first lesbian experiences. As I said before, Kelly wasn't really into boys, so it was usually just her and me in the pool, and sometimes her neighbor. This was proceeded by a contest of who can slap the other the most times. Neither one of us could move since we were both gripping each others arms while pushing each others backs against the seats. Ray Hudson, that is a silly comment. I don't Montgomery county md private schools. Her chest was a 36C, making her a bit more top heavy compared to the proportions of her hips and legs. After a few minutes, I could feel her sort of nuzzling her back against me. I am firrst to be married to a wonderful man and I am worried about lesian of the My first lesbian experiences I am getting.
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Friday night, and I'm two hours, four cocktails and three intense kisses into my first-ever date with a woman. We stumble out of a tiny bar onto the street and look at each other. She puts her arm around my waist, pulls me into her, bites my bottom lip and whispers in my ear, "So, are you coming home with me? Ten seconds pass, then I kiss her in a way that says, "Hell, yes" - before hailing a cab and diving into the back seat. She gives the driver directions to her place, then pins me up against the window, smiles at me with her ridiculously beautiful face, and kisses me.
Her hands are all over me and my breathing gets shallow - I'm half turned on, half terrified of meeting the driver's eye in the rear-view mirror.
I've only ever been in relationships with guys, but I always wondered what it'd be like to sleep with a woman. It's never been about a specific person; more just fleeting fantasies about strangers. I started watching lesbian porn when I was 24 and realised women's bodies turned me on.
That was my secret for years - and I liked it that way. Sure, I thought it'd be hot to try something different, but I had no idea how to make it happen, and didn't really expect it to. Then, when I was 27, my long-term relationship ended and I found myself single for the first time since The break-up was excruciating - I loved him very much - but necessary. I cried every day for about three months, then downloaded Tinder, as I thought it might help me move on.
At first, it reminded me that there were people who could fancy me. It was a strange, comforting way to get back in the game; swiping through pictures of guys without having to engage with any, until I felt ready.
My swiping-but-not-talking phase lasted a month until, after encouragement from some work friends, I agreed to meet one guy for a drink. But I was so nervous, I drank too much and yelled at him about feminism and climate change. Then I turned away when he tried to kiss me and ran to the bus stop, jumping on the first one that came.
When I told my sister, she insisted I try again. Dinner with an Italian male model, three sexy nights with a gorgeous French man and four romantic dates with a Dutch 21 year old later, my confidence was gradually coming back. Late one night, about six months after I'd joined, I was idly scrolling through the app when a photo of an extremely hot couple 'looking for another girl for fun' caught my eye. I didn't want to be that girl - mainly because the guy wasn't my type - but it suddenly occurred to me that I could use Tinder to curate my fantasy of sleeping with a woman.
Out of curiosity, at first, I decided to change my settings to 'Women Only', and started swiping. I'd pause on each girl, and picture kissing her to test whether I still found the whole thing hot.
I did. In fact, I was surprised by how many I found attractive. With men, I was lucky to swipe right once every 40 photos. With women, it was more like one in four. My first match was with Maria. She was 30, half-Spanish, half-Australian with green eyes and rapid-fire banter, but after three days she simply vanished, and I never heard from her again.
Then there was Cassie, 28, with long dark hair, twice as curvy as me, twice as confident and a total dream. But she soon made it clear she wanted a threesome with her boyfriend, and that wasn't part of my plan, so we ended our interaction, wishing each other luck.
Sophie, a bohemian-looking artist with puppies in her photos and a pixie haircut, said, "I'm actually just trying to make new friends, nothing sexual.
Diana, a year-old Brazilian dancer, called me 'a pretty mermaid angel'; Isabella, 22, conversed exclusively in emojis; Myf, a sweet 27 year old from Wales, was only in town for three days, and Bobbie, 29, was too into her cats for my liking. At this stage, I was still keen to find my first female hook-up, but I was also just enjoying the messaging. It felt totally different to chatting to guys. Girl-on-girl Tinder felt gentler and less threatening.
Nobody offered to send me dick pics straight away, or got mad when I said I wasn't interested. Yes, things could get cheeky - a couple of girls shared exactly what they wanted to do to me - but it was never without an obvious lead-up that implied consent and comfort on my part. A month into my 'Women Only' mission, I matched with a girl called Nikky.
She was Irish, beautiful and four years younger than me. In one of her photographs, she was sitting at a candlelit table wearing a low-cut black dress, smiling into the camera. It looked like she was on a date and I remember thinking, 'I wish it was with me'. I swiped right, we matched and she asked what I was looking for on Tinder. I told her I'd never been with a woman and I wanted to change that. I was worried she might be offended at the thought of being my 'experiment', but she said she found the idea of being my first a massive turn-on, and we arranged a date for the following Saturday.
She was already there when I arrived, sitting on a black velvet seat in the back corner of the bar, and wearing the tight black dress from her photo.
Sensing my nerves, she ordered me an elderflower cocktail, and we covered the usual conversational ground for first dates: jobs, siblings, jokes, favourite TV shows. But the whole time I was acutely aware of two things: her eyes on my body, and her hand travelling north from my knee. Her interest in me was clear - and I knew I was attracted to her. At some point, I remember brushing her lips with my thumb and stroking the side of her face briefly.
We continued this sweet little seduction dance for a while, sitting closer and closer to one another and inventing reasons to touch, then talking about something completely unsexy to give me more time to build up my courage. Then she arched one eyebrow, stood up, insisted on paying for our drinks and pulled me out onto the street. We got in the cab and made out the whole way to her place. I'd drunk my nerves away and by the time we stumbled through her front door, into her room and onto her bed, I surprised myself with how confident I felt with her.
We got naked, fast. I couldn't stop looking at her, touching her, kissing her everywhere. She pinned me down on her purple sheets and talked to me while she kissed her way down my chest, tummy and tops of my thighs. She went down on me and it felt amazing, like she really knew what she was doing.
Then I flipped her over and did the same - being between her legs was fascinating and confusing. Even though we had the same body parts, this was a totally different angle and I had no idea what to do. I tried to imitate what I knew felt good on me, and it was received pretty well. We played around with each other's bodies for hours, then fell asleep tangled together.
I went home the next morning feeling completely satisfied. I'd slept with a woman and it had been sweet and raunchy in exactly the way I'd hoped. We didn't see each other again, but that's only because I soon moved 13,km from Australia to the UK.
We kept in touch for a while until she got back together with an ex-girlfriend and I started to fall in love with a guy. I take love one person at a time, whether they're male or female. Right now, I want monogamy with a man, but that doesn't necessarily make me exclusively heterosexual. I still fantasise about women. Either way, sleeping with Nikky changed me.
It made me feel powerful and sexy and open to anything. It was liberating and taught me to appreciate the beauty of women's bodies, including my own. It might sound funny, but making another woman orgasm made me see my own body as attractive.
I didn't tell anyone for ages, because it felt awesome to hug that secret night to myself. When I did finally open up to a few close friends, they were shocked but also proud of me, and I loved that.
I've always been sensible, sweet and bookish Kate - the girl with the good grades, good career and good relationship. Sex with a woman brought out a mysterious, daring side that nobody expected, including myself. It also taught me to see sex in a more intimate way, and to expect that level of respect and tenderness from any partner, male or female - whether I meet them on Tinder or IRL. It's something I'd do again, if the timing was right.
And if I can do that, bloody hell, what can't I do? Everyone thought I was having a mental breakdown. Follow Glamour Newsletter Sign Up. I turned down my dream job and million-dollar salary
And lying there right next to her, it was practically torture not being able to touch her. I guess you can say i was flirty. Thinking back, I have a hard time picturing her in anything else. But good for you. We teased each other about a waiter who had been clearly into us earlier in the night. Leave a Reply Cancel reply Your email address will not be published. That was a very uneducated statement.
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The whole time I was solidly straight, but always looking for the next taboo to break. The summer between my junior and senior year in college I interned at a large sports-apparel company in Oregon. I was sharing a crappy two bedroom apartment with 3 other student-interns. One of the women I worked closely with was young 27 married and would go out with us on the weekends.
We would all go to a club that welcomed all sexual orientations, so one Friday evening after work we were planning to meet the group there when the subject came up naturally. OMG- so many taboos! Other than masturbating for each other over video which I had done with my college boyfriend right after he moved everything they had done was new and exciting to me. She told me about their courtship and how it progressed to swinging, the group of swingers they partied with, and what all of that was like.
They would tell each other about anyone they slept with during the mutual video masturbation which was infrequent due to the time zone difference. By the end of the conversation I was extremely turned on, so many taboos broken!
During the discussion I had told her about my comparatively tame sexual past: role playing, mutual masturbation, sex in public bathrooms, typical stuff not her her league. When Kate invited me back to her house rather than to the club I said yes. There was no discussion about what would happen, but we both knew. She took my jacket and hung it up, offered me something to drink I said no then walked over and kissed me. Kate then took me to the couch and where we kissed and caressed each other over our clothes.
I was totally letting her set the pace, but during that time I was getting even more excited biggest taboo broken since loosing my virginity and made the commitment to myself that if she took me to bed I was going all in. No Pillow-Princess here. Whatever she did to me I would reciprocate. I was oddly flattered, while we were on the couch I was afraid she would cut things short, not sure why it was obvious where things were leading. That night I did reciprocate, and broke a record number of taboos.
I dove in and never looked back. I ended up staying there all summer, and meeting some of the other bi women from her swing group some more big taboos broken. Regardless, I went home to visit family and came back when he was leaving. I have dated some guys, but not any woman. I have had sex with a couple of women, but have not formed a romantic relationship. I still have contact with Kate and her husband, we are on great terms.
I did hear that Dave will be staying in Vietnam for six weeks, so Kate may have a house guest…. I am 45 and divorced. I work in a law office in Atlanta. One of the other office girls right out of college has hit on me for 4 months. We hit it off well and two weeks later we met up at a hotel event for work. We happened to be rooming right next to each other in rooms that had connecting door.
About am she knocks on the connecting door, I open it and she and I are standing there nude as newborns, the rest is a blur as we caressed and fell onto my bed, 5 hrs later we untangled and showered together to get to work, only time that happened sad. My first experience was after 28 years of marriage and two children.
I was I began working in a small office with a much younger gay woman. I worked with her and over the course of a year my crush grew and grew until I knew I could no longer work in the same office. I had had big crushes on women throughout my marriage but never acted nor fully accepted that I wanted a woman. So I had completed raising my family and now it was time for me so I left my job and began talking on the phone with her every night for two hours.
Laughing, bantering, just enjoying our conversation. Some months later I asked her to have dinner. I left my marriage and ran into her arms. It was beyond my wildest expectations being with her. I think 10 hours in bed was the first time. Took a break for dinner then back to bed. She was so so wonderful. She set me free and I will always love her for that.
My first. Maybe my last. I wonder if she thinks of me ever. Well, of course with my mother. Everyone experiences that.?? I know she had problems. She used to hit me and kick me… I was scared of her.. That was such a beautiful story. It is wonderful that you had such a great relationship together, kimmen. Sounds like me.
I was 60 the first time. I had been married 35 years and a faithful wife. I had a crush on a girl 20 years younger I worked with. Then back to the office.
We went on a business trip out of state once, and our company booked us a suite — a jacuzzi suite. One night I came in late and she was naked in the tub with a glass of wine. She invited me, and I shyly undressed. She stated playing footsie with me, and before I knew it, we were kissing and rubbing against each other.
She gave me my first tribbing orgasm. Then she led me to bed to keep us from drowning. I absolutely went wild! I soon left my husband and we dated for a couple years.
But that first night, I caught up on 10 years of lost orgasms. I too was 61 when I had my 1st lesbian experience. One of my friends asked if I would like to join her and her friend on a Bahamas cruise. Why not. So off I went. We shared a huge 1st class accommodation With 2 queen beds. Janet who was 50 who was very slim and flirty and my friend Carol 62 plump and curvy.
On the 2nd night of cruise Carol slept in the other bed with Janet. After a long day and drinks at a show we retired to bed. About an hour later I heard soft moans coming from Carol..
Janet was licking Carols vagina and Carol had her legs spread wide open. This really turned me on and I began to masturbate under my bed sheet.
After 20 minutes Carol came so loud as Kant slumped her juices up. I exploded right then as I heard her cum. Both Janet and Carol loomed over at me and giggled a bit. Then Janet asked if I wanted to join them. Needless to say we had a 3 hour orgasm fest as we fingered,licked and rubbed our wet vaginas together. We never left the cabin next day and I lost count at 18 orgasms. My 1st lesbian experience at Me and 4 other girls camped out at a state park.
After we went swimming, Lana and I went back to the tent to get dried off and get clothes to wear after a shower. I always liked Lana a bit chunky but curvy bum and nice breasts..
It was mid week very quiet just us 2 naked in the shower. Lana asked me to wash her back off and rinse the sand out of her hair.. Lana giggled a bit and then to my surprise she reached around and grabbed my butt and slid her finger over my now swollen clitoris. Lana came 1st like in 2 minutes.. My first experience was with my first roommate, Kris.
She was raised by a couple of hippies, who taught her about sex correctly. I came over to her house and talked with her parents for a little while, then we wandered into her room.
She always liked to hug and cuddle with me, because I have DD breasts and she really liked to plant her face in them. Well, one thing, as they say, led to another, and I found myself down between her legs, doing what came naturally — she came and I drank it up. My experience was similar; she loved to be eaten. Yum yum yum!! Lol hippie parents. I was a hippie in my teens and 20s.
But I was strictly into guys. Guys with long hair. We all had lots of sex back then. But I never went all the way with a girl. Before I hit puberty, I had a girlfriend I used to sleep over with. My mom told me not to touch myself there. She showed me how to rub my clit and make it feel good. I first masturbated with her. We would rub each other and sleep bottomless. My first lesbian experience was with my very first girlfriend.. I didnt know if i really liked girls or if just liked the idea of liking girls, if that makes sense..
I know exactly how you feel i had my first on a business trip with a sexy coworker and after my first kiss I knew it was all my dreams come true but i got a divorce so i can be the woman i always wanted to be.
I think my much older neighbour, I will call her Betty, has desires about me, she is sixty two and I am thirty two.
She knew my late mother and having come back to live next door to me has made several comments about how like my mother I am now I am all grown up. I wondered if she and my mother had something going on in the past? Recently I lost my old guardian who looked after me when I was six years old and lost my parents in an accident. We had shared a house for ten years and been a little like mother and daughter.
She sadly died recently and Betty knew her as well and offered to drive me to the funeral as it was a good distance away. She patted my bottom more than once and seemed a bit too keen to comfort me with a kiss. I am not gay, but I keep having thoughts about Betty and I find myself imaging her doing more than just hugging me and giving me the odd kiss.
Am I just going a bit mad, or am I having sexual feelings for another woman? I am engaged to be married to a wonderful man and I am worried about some of the thoughts I am getting. So funny you brought up underwear…My neighbor Sara in apartment next door was in our laundry room 2 weeks ago when I came into the room. I had a basket of clothes to wash and apparently dropped 2 pair of socks on the floor. I thanked her for picking them up and she nodded to me in kind gesture.
As we waited for clothes to wash we sat across from each other on a bench and a chair. Sara was reading a book with her legs spread just wide enough as to see her furry pubic hair.
I was finding myself so aroused as I sqirmed in my chair! Every so often she would glance up and smile at me and I would try not to stare. When laundry was done I went back to me apartment and had the biggest wank on years! I use to go to an all girls camp for 2 weeks, it was fun and good to get away from my parents. This camp we set up were in tents two people per tent and I was tent mate with beautiful 16 year old girl and it brought tingles to me.
On our second night it was really hot I slept in under ware and tent mate slept nude, she was even more beautiful naked. The third night also hot and I just had to touch her but before I could she kissed me, and for the next week and a half, we had sex every night and played grab ass and rubbed each other while swimming during the day. I never heard or saw her again!
Time went by I got a degree and married but never forgot my friend. Now 29 years old and like a lot of marriages has gotten slow in the sex department, I need more.
I wanted female friend ship again and found it with a gym trainer. He would really be upset if my friend was a man, divorce would be his first priorty. This is terrible, you act like your innocent for cheating on a person you swore an oath to, just for the sake of having a fuck buddy. Some people live their lives in this manner. Do you know her husband?
Did she start with the woman before she found out he was depressed, resulting in his depression? I was confident in where we were but could not have sex for months at a time. We ended up apart because he always blamed me for being too sick.
Now he is alone and wishes he would have agreed to my offer. We are human and programmed for self-pleasure. If this is an arrangement that they made, let them live with it. Honestly, would you feel the same way and say the same thing, if this were a man married to a woman who could no longer have sex? If my wife had a lesbian girlfriend, I would consider that to be extremely hot.
Hey just read your story and it made me think of my first time I was in underwear also but with a robe on with no bra. I think a lot of these comments directed towards Kelly are quick to jump to conclusions and also coming from emotional experiences. I am a man with a bisexual wife.
We are very sexual and tactile. Her openness makes for a much better sex life and happy marriage for us. I am a male also dealing with depression, and I finally got on venlafaxine which killed my erection over the course of a year. So long story short I bought a strap on to use on my wife or me, because I said someone is getting fucked in this house.
I also bought her a few nice medical grade silicone toys as she has never really used vibrators before, it seems to work for now until I can switch meds. The mental drive is there for me.
Truly hoping to meet good people. Develop close friendships. Hopefully, meet someone with whom I will develop a special companionship. I dream of the gentle touch of a woman. To gently touch a woman. To feel her soft skin against my own. Her soft breast against mine. Her soft vaginal lips against mine.
Moving in harmony. Clitoris to clitoris. My arms wrapped around her. Her soft legs wrapped around me. Kissing her, oh so sweetly. Bringing her to climax. Feeling her body tremble beneath me. After which, bathing her. Lovingly gazing at her. Opening my heart. Letting her know that I desire no other but her. Letting her rest upon my breast. From what I can recall, it was shortly after we both turned 18 that I began to have these feelings.
As you may have gathered from my description of her, Kelly was quite modest with her body. Of course I had seen her in her swimsuit, and even her underwear It's something I had never given much thought to, but at some point, I began to wonder what she looked like underneath I think it began more out of curiosity than anything, but then I began to wonder more and more, and it eventually developed into something sexual.
I began to enjoy looking at her when she changed, always trying to get a peek at her rear end as she bent over to pick her gym shorts off the floor. I was very discreet about it. After all, I know that Kelly wasn't interested in girls, and I certainly didn't want to ruin our friendship over something this frivolous.
Still, I couldn't help but wonder what her breasts really looked like. Were the areolas big? Were they light pink as I suspected? Was she trimmed down there? Was it thick? Dark Brown? Light Brown? As the weeks went on, I began to ponder more about it, and even fantasize about her. It was in early or middle March, a Saturday night that I was at her house.
I think we had rented a movie and were watching it up in her room. It was the sort of night that we'd had a hundred times before. After the movie ended, we hung out a little bit, and when it got late, Kelly and I got our coats on so that she could drive me home. As we went downstairs, we could see through the front window that there was a huge snowstorm outside.
We lived in upstate New York, so although this wasn't a big surprise, I don't think either of us was expecting that we'd get dumped on this much. We both figured that it was stupid to drive me home on such slippery roads, so I called my mom up and told her I was going to spend the night at Kelly's, just as I had done dozens of times before.
I'm pretty sure we went back upstairs and watched a little more TV before we decided to go to sleep. Kelly let me borrow a pair of her pajama bottoms and a t-shirt. She went to the bathroom and got changed into a pair of her own pajamas. I will never forget that they were blue and green flannel PJs. It's just one of those things that I think of every time I re-play that night in my mind.
Not sure exactly what I changed into When she came out of the bathroom, I went in and got ready. Since I wasn't prepared to spend the night, I didn't have my toothbrush with me, so I'm pretty sure I just used some of her mouthwash to rinse out. She must have gone downstairs when I was in there, because when I came back to her room, I didn't see her.
I hopped in bed and waited for her to come back up and shut the light off. Kelly and I had been having sleepovers for years now, and I always slept in the bed with her. It was a Queen size, so there was room for both of us. As I lay under the covers, I realized that this was the first sleepover we were having since I had become "attracted" to her.
Although all kinds of fantasies about Kelly began to run through my mind, I'm a very realistic and rational thinking person, and I knew that it would never be anything more than that.
After a minute or 2, Kelly came back upstairs. She turned off the light and got into bed right next to me. For the first time in my life, I was completely intoxicated with the smell of her hair.
I was practically overcome by the fantastic feminine scent of it, resting gently on her pillow not more then a couple of inches from my face. We talked for a few minutes about something, I think. Then we turned away from each other and went to sleep. Well, she did anyway. I laid there with my eyes closed for probably a good half an hour or so.
I just couldn't keep my mind off of her. And lying there right next to her, it was practically torture not being able to touch her. I tried to think about other things Eventually, I was able to fall asleep. And I stayed asleep, for maybe 2 or 3 hours. I think I woke up at about 3 a.
I tried to fall asleep, I really tried. At this point, I began to seriously consider a plan. I knew Kelly was a heavy sleeper. Heavy isn't even the word. She slept like the dead. It's almost impossible to wake her up in the morning. I figured it wouldn't hurt if I just put my arm over her. I could hear her snoring a little, and I figured if she woke up, I could just pretend I was sleeping, and she wouldn't think anything of it, other than that I had rolled over during the night.
After a few more minutes of lying there stiff as a board, I decided to go for it. I rolled over gently, so that I was facing her back. Both of my arms were under the covers. She was still snoring, so I went ahead and put an arm around her, still under the covers.
I was pressed against her back, with my arm over her, my hand resting lightly against her stomach. I froze in this position for several minutes. I was almost too afraid to move a muscle, but I began to tell myself "Whatever happens, just pretend you're asleep and everything will be fine.
It was like a spark of electricity at that moment, I could barely contain my excitement. Everything was going fine so far, so I continued to move my arm up a bit more until I was cupping her breast in my hand. I think I held this position as still as a statue for a minute or two before I began to massage it. It was truly a wonderful and erotic experience. Although my breasts were even bigger than Kelly's, and I had felt them hundreds of times, feeling her chest for the first time was indescribable.
As the minutes went by and she continued to snore, I got bolder and started to brush her nipple through the pajama top with my thumb, pinching it lightly, and then a bit more. It was at about this moment that I got the scare of my life! I thought she had woken up, and I froze in my position, pretending to be sound asleep. It turned out to be nothing, so after catching my breath for a moment, I continued to massage her breast before moving to the other one. I gave it the same treatment: the massaging, the rubbing, pinching her nipple lightly, squeezing it gently in my hand.
I began to feel more confident that she was sound asleep and would never suspect anything. As I felt her nipples hardening through the pajama top, I knew that at least on some subconscious level, she was enjoying this.
I suppose it had been about 20 minutes since I first began to touch her, and I decided to go a step further. I slid my hand down her torso, inch by inch I reached her tummy, paused, and then continued down. I remember reaching her waistband and thinking that this was some kind of "border" that I shouldn't cross, but my emotions got the better of me and I continued down over the front of her pajama bottoms. Finally, my fingers had reached their destination!
Words cannot even begin to describe the way I felt at that moment! My heart was pounding in my chest, I was breathing heavy, and my mouth was dry. I think it was the most aroused and excited and naughty I've ever felt in my entire life.
My best friend Kelly was sleeping next to me, and I had my hand practically right on her pussy. To be honest with you, I don't know what I was doing with myself at this point. I know I was wet and completely aroused. I think I may have been touching myself a little, but I didn't want to cause any more motion than I had to.
After all, I could touch my pussy any night I wanted to, but tonight, I was only interested in hers. Her legs were together, I remember that. I was only able to get one finger between them to rub her there. I slid it back and forth for at least a minute or two before I noticed that her breathing began to change. Instead of the light snoring sounds she had been making, she started to breath heavier Her head moved from side to side a little, and I knew that she must have been enjoying this.
Maybe she was dreaming that some guy was feeling her I don't know. But whatever it was, she was becoming visibly aroused by it. To my surprise, her legs spread apart just a little more. I couldn't believe it! I took the opportunity to slide the rest of my fingers between her legs and rub against her pajama-covered clit.
It was at this point that I realized that the crotch of her pajamas was warm and wet with her juices. This got me even more aroused!
I couldn't help but press harder and rub more firmly against her, trying to focus on where I thought her clit was. As I did this, her breathing got even heavier, and her body moved even more, rocking, bucking against my hand. Even though I got more and more aroused, I also got more and more scared that she would wake up. I decided to quit while I was ahead, and pulled my hand back away from her. I laid there for a few minutes, almost in disbelief at what had just happened.
And not a moment too soon. Within about 5 minutes, her dog started barking. He did this every once in awhile. Someone was probably turning around in her driveway. Whatever the reason, it woke her up. I would have been mortified if she caught me with my hand down there. Even if I was pretending to be asleep, it's still an embarrassing situation.
I felt her get up and go in the hall, and she told the dog to shut up. She went to the bathroom, because I heard the toilet flush. While she was in there, I took the opportunity to smell my fingers. What an incredible scent! I will never forget that smell as long as I live. Besides my own, it was the first pussy I ever smelled.
I licked my fingers, but honestly, all I could taste was my own sweat.
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Share your story. Woman How old are you? Single Religious affiliation : Christian How religious are you? Dating a guy, but exploring girls as well How many sexual partners have you had in your life including oral sex? What did they look like? How well did you know them, had you hooked up before? How did you feel about them before the hookup?
I responded to an ad on Craigslist about a year-old lady looking for a younger girl for one night of fun. So we got in touch, went for coffee, and decided to meet 3 days ago.
She was a very fit-athletic lady, British, and a lesbian. I was curious to explore and wanted someone experienced. What led to it? Was planning involved? Who instigated it? We headed to her apartment where she sat me on her lap and asked if I wanted to proceed. I said yes and she kissed me. What sexual behaviors took place e. How did you feel during it?
How did they behave toward you? Were they a good lover? What did you talk about? How did it end? It was mostly her kissing me while I stayed on her lap. Then she carried me to her bedroom and laid me down there. She proceeded to get on top of me and continued kissing me going down to my neck. Then she removed my shirt and shorts. She was enjoying herself, licking her way down to my vagina, and I was moaning. Then she grabbed a strapon from her bag and straddled it.
She told me to turn to the back on all fours, and then she pushed it into my pussy over and over. How did you feel about it the next day? How do you feel about them now? It was a good experience, painful at first but it was more of her enjoying herself.
What precautions did you take to prevent STIs and pregnancy? What were your motives for this hookup? Did you consent to this hookup at the time? To whom did you talk about the hookup? How did they react? Did you get emotionally hurt as a result of this hookup? Did your partner get emotionally hurt as a result of this hookup?
Why do you regret this hookup? It was a fantasy to experience another female, but I wanted it to be more of an oral experience.
What was the BEST thing about this hookup? I enjoyed having another girl going down on me. Has this hookup changed the way you think about casual sex, sexuality, or yourself in general? Not really. Probably with consent. What would you like to see changed in that regard? You have a hookup story to share? Submit it here! Story Views: 6, Like and share:. Comments 0. Share the love Find us on social Twitter facebook youtube instagram soundcloud.
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