When I lie in bed, stroking and touching myself, I often imagine my face buried between another woman's legs, her fingers gently exploring my cunt. Drives me bloody wild, I can tell ya.
I never, ever, ever thought I'd do anything about it - thought it only existed deep within my most private thoughts. I honestly thought that, if any woman ever, you know, tried it on in that way, I'd be breaking the four minute mile to get away from her.
Not so, as it turned out. Let me tell you about it (if I even can, that is - typing with one hand in your knickers, is not easy, let me tell you. That's the effect the memory of this little episode has on me).
Right. Well, I was on holiday, with a group of friends. I was 24, newly single and up for some fun (of the man kind, I thought). I pulled twice in the course of the week and had two very satisfying fucks - one on the beach, under the stars (yeah, yeah, corny - but have you tried it?) and one frantic tumble in a nightclub toilet. I felt satisfied - felt that the holiday had been a resounding success.
On the second to last night, we all went clubbing - again. A new little place that we hadn't been to before, kind of small and exclusive, you know? Full of beautiful people - men and women, all tanned and gleaming. I was feeling reckless and wore my favourite sexy outfit - a tight red, strappy dress that stopped just above my knees. For no other reason than that I felt like it, I decided to go without underwear - bra or knickers.
Don't get me wrong, the skirt was not so short that anyone was in danger of getting flashed, but it was the most enormous turn on feeling my thighs pressing against my newly shaved pussy; the fresh air against my lips felt like the most sensuous kiss down there. I was also aware that my nipples were straining against the thin material of the dress and I'd occasionally deliberately brush them with my fingers, not really caring who saw me.
Of course, wearing a dress like that, I was getting a lot of attention - had so many drinks bought for me by ogling men, I lost count of them. But to be honest, I really wasn't that interested. Was having far too much fun turning myself on, already looking forward to the long, sweet hour I'd spend later on in bed, bringing myself to orgasm with my slow, gentle fingers.
I sat, legs pressed together, on a sofa in the corner of the room, trying not to catch any male eyes, when I felt someone sit down next to me. I glanced over and smiled at a pretty looking blonde girl of about my age. I think she said something about "do you mind if I come and hide with you" and I probably laughed. She was obviously getting similar attention to me.
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