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When I was much younger there used to be a lot of parties to go to, and there is a particular one that stands out in my memory that was in Milton Keynes. One of my friends was going out with a girl who everyone knew as Randy Mandy, and she had a friend called G…., who was unattached, as was I at the time. I had never paid much attention to G before and she hadn’t paid much attention to me, and through nearly all of the party that state of affairs continued. However right at the end, we had a slow dance together. I guess that we had both had a bit to drink by then and we were in one corner of the dimly lit room, with a smoochy song playing. Well we held each other close and I nuzzled her neck and let my hands wander down her back as we danced, both pressing quite close.
I got more adventurous and moved my hands further down and started caressing her bottom through her jeans. She didn’t seem to object, in fact she held me tighter and started moving her groin into mine, which of course started to stir the creature that lives inside my jeans. I got bolder and really started to fondle her bottom properly and she ground herself even harder into me in response and raised her lips to mine. By this time we weren’t really doing any kind of recognisable dance, we were just standing in the corner swaying against each other, and kissing. As things were going so well, I got even more adventurous and moved my right hand round to her front and started rubbing her tummy under her shirt, and just probing my index finger under the waistband of her jeans. This elicited a sort of ‘mmm’ sound. Her jeans were quite tight, making this exploration a bit awkward and uncomfortable, so the best plan seemed to be to loosen them, which I did. I found the button and undid it and pulled down the zip. There was still no objection so I moved my hand down to explore lower than before. I found the waistband of her panties which offered no resistance as my hand moved down, pushing the elastic aside and maintaining contact with her warm skin underneath. My fingers continued their journey south until they found her pubic hair. I worked them around in her bush, each movement gradually inching closer and closer to the ultimate destination. G. had her head on my shoulder and her arms were round me with her hands clutching my backside. She was starting to respond to my movements, lifting her abdomen up to meet my fingers and encourage them on their path. At last I found it. Her warm wet *****. I gently caressed it, my middle finger lightly stroking her ****, and then moving down to glide over the wet entrance, and then back again, smearing her lubricating juice over her **** which seemed to be gaining prominence all the time.
Each time my hand moved down, my middle finger inched further inside her body, and started massaging the inner walls of her secret place. She was moaning now and her movements to meet my hand becoming a little more pronounced, and she had moved her right leg to be in between mine
This was all the encouragement I needed. My **** was hard inside my jeans as I was rubbing myself up and down her right leg like a rampant dog. My fingers really went to work then. I managed to get three fingers deep inside, furiously massaging the depths of her ****, and at the same time pressing her **** with the heel of my hand. She was moaning and gasping, thrusting herself onto my fingers, desperately trying to make them go deeper, as I rubbed my trapped **** on her leg.
Neither of us cared any more about the other people in the party. They must have seen what we doing, we were all but ******* by this point, both desperate to get some relief, both needing to come. I was almost on the point of coming in my pants. Her movements on my hand were getting more and more pronounced, she was digging her fingers into my bottom, pulling me onto her and her ***** was getting wetter and wetter, but I don’t think she had quite got to the point of a final release, when… the music stopped and the lights went on.
I hurriedly pulled my hand out of her jeans, and she fastened them and tidied herself up as discreetly as possible, and we sort of looked at each other and a bit sheepishly at our friends. Neither of us had a car, we had both come with friends in full cars. I suppose we could have both decided to get a taxi to her place or mine, but the spell had been broken.
So we both went home with our respective friends. I don’t think I have ever been so frustrated and I wanked myself silly in my bed that night reliving our one and only dance. We saw each other at 1 or 2 other parties, but nothing else ever happened, and we both found other partners, but I still ********** to the memory from time to time.
When I was much younger there used to be a lot of parties to go to, and there is a particular one that stands out in my memory that was in Milton Keynes. One of my friends was going out with a girl who everyone knew as Randy Mandy, and she had a friend called G…., who was unattached, as was I at the time. I had never paid much attention to G before and she hadn’t paid much attention to me, and through nearly all of the party that state of affairs continued. However right at the end, we had a slow dance together. I guess that we had both had a bit to drink by then and we were in one corner of the dimly lit room, with a smoochy song playing. Well we held each other close and I nuzzled her neck and let my hands wander down her back as we danced, both pressing quite close.
I got more adventurous and moved my hands further down and started caressing her bottom through her jeans. She didn’t seem to object, in fact she held me tighter and started moving her groin into mine, which of course started to stir the creature that lives inside my jeans. I got bolder and really started to fondle her bottom properly and she ground herself even harder into me in response and raised her lips to mine. By this time we weren’t really doing any kind of recognisable dance, we were just standing in the corner swaying against each other, and kissing. As things were going so well, I got even more adventurous and moved my right hand round to her front and started rubbing her tummy under her shirt, and just probing my index finger under the waistband of her jeans. This elicited a sort of ‘mmm’ sound. Her jeans were quite tight, making this exploration a bit awkward and uncomfortable, so the best plan seemed to be to loosen them, which I did. I found the button and undid it and pulled down the zip. There was still no objection so I moved my hand down to explore lower than before. I found the waistband of her panties which offered no resistance as my hand moved down, pushing the elastic aside and maintaining contact with her warm skin underneath. My fingers continued their journey south until they found her pubic hair. I worked them around in her bush, each movement gradually inching closer and closer to the ultimate destination. G. had her head on my shoulder and her arms were round me with her hands clutching my backside. She was starting to respond to my movements, lifting her abdomen up to meet my fingers and encourage them on their path. At last I found it. Her warm wet *****. I gently caressed it, my middle finger lightly stroking her ****, and then moving down to glide over the wet entrance, and then back again, smearing her lubricating juice over her **** which seemed to be gaining prominence all the time.
Each time my hand moved down, my middle finger inched further inside her body, and started massaging the inner walls of her secret place. She was moaning now and her movements to meet my hand becoming a little more pronounced, and she had moved her right leg to be in between mine
This was all the encouragement I needed. My **** was hard inside my jeans as I was rubbing myself up and down her right leg like a rampant dog. My fingers really went to work then. I managed to get three fingers deep inside, furiously massaging the depths of her ****, and at the same time pressing her **** with the heel of my hand. She was moaning and gasping, thrusting herself onto my fingers, desperately trying to make them go deeper, as I rubbed my trapped **** on her leg.
Neither of us cared any more about the other people in the party. They must have seen what we doing, we were all but ******* by this point, both desperate to get some relief, both needing to come. I was almost on the point of coming in my pants. Her movements on my hand were getting more and more pronounced, she was digging her fingers into my bottom, pulling me onto her and her ***** was getting wetter and wetter, but I don’t think she had quite got to the point of a final release, when… the music stopped and the lights went on.
I hurriedly pulled my hand out of her jeans, and she fastened them and tidied herself up as discreetly as possible, and we sort of looked at each other and a bit sheepishly at our friends. Neither of us had a car, we had both come with friends in full cars. I suppose we could have both decided to get a taxi to her place or mine, but the spell had been broken.
So we both went home with our respective friends. I don’t think I have ever been so frustrated and I wanked myself silly in my bed that night reliving our one and only dance. We saw each other at 1 or 2 other parties, but nothing else ever happened, and we both found other partners, but I still ********** to the memory from time to time.
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Hmmmmm. I think I remember that Leatherjacket story from somewhere, recently.
Been spreading that around? Or plagiarizing o.O
Now for my fingering experience. Several years ago I encountered my new nurse practioner at the VA. She had me bend over the table while she inserted her finger. She remarked ---- Ohhh you have a nice little one and I replied --- I was just thinking the same thing about your finger. Her little girl finger felt pretty darn good after all the male doctor's fingers I had experienced.
Ohh, I bet you wanted to hear stories about fingers in vaginas. XD
My mistake. :-S
Been spreading that around? Or plagiarizing o.O
Now for my fingering experience. Several years ago I encountered my new nurse practioner at the VA. She had me bend over the table while she inserted her finger. She remarked ---- Ohhh you have a nice little one and I replied --- I was just thinking the same thing about your finger. Her little girl finger felt pretty darn good after all the male doctor's fingers I had experienced.
Ohh, I bet you wanted to hear stories about fingers in vaginas. XD
My mistake. :-S
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