by Sarah Anon
I knew my friend was just the other side of that curtain not knowing what was going on just three feet away from her, she didn’t know a thing, I grabbed the shower head and held it in close, moving it around my clit, trying to pretend that I was just washing off the soap.
If anything the thought of having someone so close by, the possibility of getting caught. I started to climax, it grew fast, I kept silent, but the tremor rushed through me and a burst of warmth ran down my legs as I squirted, juice flowing freely.
I looked up, I saw my friends face, in my haste I must have pulled the curtain a little because now there was a gap, I could see my friends face, and she could see me, all of me.
I dropped the shower head and ran from the shower, grabbing a towel, silent tears running down my face. I got dressed, hands shaking and left the house. I never really spoke to her again. I tried to reach out to her, but she never responded.
I keep remembering the look on her face, a mixture of discomfort, disgust and disbelief. But I also remember the rush I got with someone so close, the danger, it turned me on.
Rave
I spent a lot of time at home, indoors, the guy called me a few times, but in truth, that old part of me was dead. The guy who at first excited me, now seemed boring. As I grew older my tastes changed, and I needed more excitement. I met some new friends, who were in to the drugs and party scene. They seemed exciting, and I wanted to be a part of that.
The time I spent at home gave me plenty of time to listen to CD’s and I quickly got into the music scene, I was an early internet adopter, and met a few people on some message boards that shared similar topics. Geeky I know, but geek I am, even to this day.
The people on this board managed to hook me up with a fake ID, and took me to some bars that were a little lax on age restrictions, that card only ever received a cursory glance (Rumor had it that the bar owner was the guy who made them in the first place, plausible deniability, his staff checked ID, he got the cash from the younger drinkers).
The nightclub was always packed, the dancefloor always filled with barely legal (if that) men and women grinding up on each other, taking pills, and making out.
The nightclub had a unisex bathroom, it was dirty as hell, and was staffed by one or two bouncers who seemed extremely adept at looking away, somehow completely failing to see the smoke from joints, or hear the moans as people fucked in the stalls. I went there quite a few times, and there were two incidents I want to share.
After my school fuck, I hadn’t had sex again. Part of me craved it, but I was confused, embarrassed by my peers, and a little ashamed of myself. Christian guilt and all (I was never religious, but my home town, definitely was).
I had gone on a few dates, but truth be told, I ran away from every single one.
The rave scene changed that for me.
I rarely took drugs whilst out at nightclubs, but I danced, and danced a lot, it was the third time I was there that I danced with a guy for what seemed like hours, then bumped into him in the bathroom. He opened a stall, pulled me into it and sat me down on the toilet seat, he pulled out his cock, and he didn’t even need to ask, I sucked and sucked hard.
The bathrooms in these places were filled with glory holes, they were pretty big, and in this particular stall I caught a glimpse of a woman’s eye. The eye quickly withdrew, and barely thinking I put my hand through the hole and beckoned her closer. The guy who I was blowing took my outstretched arm as a sign of ecstasy, and began to pound my mouth a little bit faster, but the girl, the girl began to suck my fingers after just a few seconds she stood up, and slid my fingers up her skirt, she wasn’t wearing any underwear, or had slipped it off, and my fingers touched her vagina, it was soaking wet, unbelievably soft, and searching for the clit, I began to rub.
Unfortunately, this was not as enjoyable as it sounds. Sucking someone off is one motion, rubbing a girls pussy is another, and as I lost rhythm the guy saw what my hand was doing.
I withdrew my hand, and the girl looked through to see what was happening, the guy had his dick right by the hole, and when she leaned down, he pushed it forward. She instantly began to suck, You cannot believe how much this turned me on, I watched closely, watching the lips caress his shaft, her tongue caressing the end of his penis. It was hot as hell, and as I masturbated, I stroked his balls, grabbed his thigh, and tried hard not to scream.
For a while he fucked her through the hole, then he bent me over and fucked me too, she was looking through the hole the whole time, our eyes locked, she was watching when I let out a moan, when I orgasmed, when I came, when he came,
The feeling of being watched became a part of all my sexual fantasies, and as I grew older I even started submitting pictures and videos of myself, but more on that later.
At the nightclub I was the one who started dragging men into the bathrooms, and I would always try and entice other people in to the action through the holes. Sometimes it was another guy, sometimes it was a woman. Although - I did start making the men wear condoms. I was beginning to become aware that the activity I was doing carried risks of both disease and pregnancy (Pregnancy somehow being the most feared outcome of the two).
The second event I need to mention was the time my exhibitionism got the better of me, the guy was sat on the seat of the toilet, I had gone to the club in a short skirt, no underwear, and I pulled out his cock, knelt down and sucked him till he got hard. I turned around, my back towards him and began to ride, gyrating my hips, making him lift in to me to get as deep as possible. When I was sure he was into it, I unlatched the door, and pulled it inwards. It didn’t take long to to draw quite a crowd, especially when I pulled my top over my head, unlatched my bra and let my breasts shake as I upped the speed of my rhythm. A guy stepped in a little, fondled my breasts, took my hand and put it on his cock, but right now my focus was on the guy I was riding.
It didn’t take long until the usually ambivalent security noticed the crowd and sauntered over to see what was going on. As soon as they saw me they pulled me off the guy, it sounds weird but i squeezed my pussy muscles, trying to keep his cock inside me for as long as possible. I saw him get grabbed too as he struggled to pull his pants up.
As they dragged me away I fantasized that they were going to screw me in their office (Yes I was well and truly a slut by that point). Alas, they threw my shirt at me and told me to put it back on. My rebellious side came back out, and I spread my legs a little. The younger man couldn’t stop staring, he licked his lips a little, the older man however cuffed his younger counterpart over the head and told me to close them.
I went back to the nightclub a few months later, but things had changed. Apparently my escapades had been part of a string of incidents where the lax restroom policy had been taken advantage of.
Now the dancefloor was barely full, no one was on drugs, the bathrooms had been separated, and the holes that had given me that voyeuristic lust, had now been filled.
I actually calmed down a little after this part of my life. Once the scene I was in disbanded a little, I looked back on what I had been doing, how many people it had been with, and some of the old Good Girl inside of me returned. I slowed down my life, got a part time job, and I might have returned to a normal life, if it wasn’t for the offer of a lifetime from my parents.
The Flight
My parents in their own naive world had apparently also noticed my rather self-destructive streak. They didn’t know about what I was doing in the nightclubs, but they knew I often looked tired, rough and out of it. In short, they thought I was probably on drugs.
They decided that I probably needed a change, a little fresh air. They didn’t know I had decided to calm things down. So when I was handed a return ticket to Europe for a month, a fairly decent wad of cash, and an unlimited pass for rail fare, my bad side jumped on the opportunity. Excitement was back!
A month later I was at the airport, boarding a small plane that would transfer me to Houston for the Atlantic journey. You
would not believe how excited I was, with practically no travelling in my past, this was going to be a huge adventure.
The short flight to Houston passed quickly, but it took seven hours for my red-eye flight to take me to Amsterdam, where I would be spending my first few days. I planned to sleep, but after I took my seat, a couple sat down next to me. Honestly I couldn’t keep my eyes of the man who sat down beside me. He must have been in his late forties, way older than me at the time, but his style instantly attracted me. he looked like a man who knew how to be in charge.
It didn’t take long for me to notice him glancing at me as well, often down at my legs. I may have let my skirt ride a little high for him, but I have to admit, I was unsure what to do. I don’t know if the woman he came with was his wife or girlfriend, I never checked fingers. What I did know was that I was getting wet between my legs, and I needed release.
Night fell and the plane went in to darkness, the cabin crew handed out thin blankets, and people began to sleep. The lady next to the man fell asleep quickly, her breath changing, it became heavier, not quite a snore, but raspy. The man stayed awake, I could see his eyes, roaming around the cabin, occasionally flickering to me.
I kept telling myself, I shouldn’t do this, that it was wrong, that his woman was beside him, that the remaining hours of the flight would be hell if she woke up. But I wanted that release, I felt a pressure between my legs, that I couldn’t hold in.
I began to rub myself slowly, starting at my knees and working my way up the inside of my thighs. I kept my head turned away from the man beside me but let my leg touch his. He flinched for just a second, then let his leg rest against mine. I moved it slowly, a tiny fraction, up and down in time to my fingers.
I made it obvious, and I loved it. The thought of him watching me, but I wanted more, I wanted him to touch me. I turned my head, and looked at him, he was staring at the movements under the blanket, then swiftly he turned his head away. I kept looking until he looked back at me, he looked scared, like he had done something wrong, so I pulled my fingers from under the blankets, they were wet, sticky, I licked each one slowly, and then put them back under the blanket. This time though my hands drifted down, and up through his blanket, I grasped his leg, and began to stroke myself once more with my other hand. With each stroke I squeezed, moving my hand slowly towards his dick. I felt it, hard, obvious, huge. He brought his hand up to push me away resting his on mine, he moved my hand back under my blanket. I kept rubbing myself, writhing ever so slightly in my seat.
It was only a few seconds before I felt his hand again, this time on my leg, moving up, his fingers went inside me. “let me feel you cum” he said, so I began to rub faster, straining against the two fingers he let sit, unmoving. Instead I began to gyrate in my seat, moving around his still fingers. Again I moved my hand up his leg, and this time there was no resistance, I gripped his cock hard as I rushed towards orgasm, not rubbing, just holding, imagining it inside of me.
He began to move his fingers, around and around, I rubbed as quietly as I could, unable to moan, it felt like my pleasure was trapped inside of me, then the climax came, quick, and hard. I doubled over in my seat, a warm gush as I came engulfed the man’s hand, he withdrew his fingers, and this time he licked one, then gave me the other, I sucked, and sucked hard.
I wanted that man so bad right there and then, but when he went to the bathroom there was no indication he wanted me to follow, he simply sat back down, rested his head on his ladies and went back to sleep.
For a second I resented him, but then I realized it was actually a weight off my shoulders, I got what I wanted, I had controlled him, used him to fill my needs, and now I never had to worry about him again.
Amsterdam
My first European city, and when I landed, it really did feel like a new world, the architecture was different, the air was clear, there were cafe’s that sold joints, and as I walked in to red light district, women who stood in windows, scantily clad, searching for customers in the crowds.
I checked in at my hostel, it was a poor affair and I’m glad this was the only ‘bad’ place I stayed on my trip. On a floor with about 60 people we had one toilet and one shower to share, so as soon as I had checked in, I started to look around.
I saw some of the sights, visited the sex museum, and strolled along the canals. It was a beautiful city. When night fell I wandered into the seedier districts, Drunk Englishmen everywhere, multiple guys tried to sell me drugs, but I finally got to the sex show.
Mostly it was just dancers, they had pretty good shows, but nothing spectacular. Then the main act came on, and they fucked, really fucked. I don’t think the guy came, but watching his dick slide in and out of the girl gave me a huge turn on. I saw the lips of her pussy, pulsating as he did her, sometimes on all fours, sometimes on her back. It was hot as hell.
After the show I considered going back to my hostel, but the people staying there all acted like kids, tourists, just there to get wasted, I didn’t want that, so I roamed the streets, seeing what Amsterdam had to offer.
That’s when I saw her. I have never seen a woman so beautiful, she was darker skinned, her breasts large, but pert, and surprisingly, they seemed to be real. She was spinning in the window, showing off for the passing men, and she moved with a sexual fluidity. She saw me looking and beckoned me closer. Opening her door, I walked inside. “You like to watch me dance? One hundred euro and I will dance with you”, she said, her voice thick with an eastern accent.
She stood in front of me, naked, her body glistening, oiled, I couldn’t resist, I knew you should barter the price, but I stunning body was worth every cent.
She led me into her back room, silken sheets overlaid a king size bed. As I gazed around the room she disappeared for a second, and came back, no longer holding the money, but smiling, her eyes traveling up and down my body. She undressed me, slowly, taking care.
From behind, she unhooked my bra, and then she slid her hands around, and up, underneath my bra, squeezing my breasts, her lips brushing against my neck. She lifted her hands up and pulled my bra off, one hand returned to my breasts, the other slid down my stomach, into my panties, my pussy was now waxed clean, and her fingers quickly found my clit, she stroked it gently before her hand retreated and she began to run her hands over every square inch of my body.
The mood was purely sensual, I could feel the sexual tension coming from her, I wanted to turn around, explore her body in return, but she held me firm. I felt her nipples rub against my body, her breasts sliding up and down my spine as her hands explored me, starting from the top, and going further down. As she moved down she moved me forwards, and then pushed me so my top half was bent over, hands on the bed, she kept moving her, hands running down my legs, her hot breath on my pussy.
Her skin was smooth, firm, oiled, she smelled of a mixture of coconut oil and some herb. I could feel the shape of her muscles as she caressed my body with her own, and it felt AMAZING,
This was my first real lesbian experience. It wasn’t some fumble in the bathroom, some teenage pussy licking, this was a woman who was having SEX with me. Sure I paid for it, but it was quickly becoming worth it.
She tantalized me, teased me for what seemed like hours, she laid me down on the bed, her lips gently touching me all over, her nipples running lightly over me, tracing lines on my body, circling around my own nipples and running back down my stomach. She let her breasts dangle over me, teasing my lips with her nipples, I took one in my mouth, teasing it with my tongue. Occasionally she would give me a deep french kiss, only rarely would she touch my pussy, then things got serious.
She went down on me, her tongue moving fast, rubbing over my clit with the lightest of flicks, but in a motion not unlike a figure of eight. My body went rigid with pleasure, my mind went blank as nothing but the feeling from between my legs came over me, her hands pushed deep into my thighs, keeping my legs apart, each spasm of pleasure rocking my body, trying to close my legs, but each t
ime she pushed back, preventing my climax.
Just as I thought I was going to cum she pulled back, ‘’Feeling good?” she said, while sliding her body up over my own. Again I felt her sensual touch, but my stifled climax left an even deeper urge in me, I needed to cum, I needed to climax.
she kissed me again deeply her hands rubbing everywhere but where I needed her to go, and she span around on top of me, her vagina over my face, her face between my legs..
“Your pussy is so beautiful, so tight, so soft” her purring voice swept over me, her fingers brushed lightly over my labia, spreading it out, examining me. her own pussy was inches from my face, it was pink against her darker skin, it was hairless, except a thin strip of trimmed hair that headed upwards. I reached out and touched it. From my rave days I had touched dozens of pussies, but it had been impersonal, more about getting off than anything, this felt intimate, this was sex, and I slowly began to tease her, kissing the insides of her thighs, lightly brushing her clit with my tongue.
I felt her tongue once more moving over me, more kisses on my own thighs, and her hands once more keeping my legs apart, for a long time we were embraced, in the 69, together we shook as we reached orgasm, together we came, it was intense, more intense than anything I had experienced before, and we both gushed, covering each other as we squirted. She rolled off me a smile on her face, “Now we shower”.
The shower was a perfect comedown from my climax, she washed me, all over, rubbing lightly, but now, somehow not sensual, but relaxing. She let the showerhead linger on my clit for a little while laughing as she felt my body twitch as the running water reminded me of the pleasure of past addictions, I stopped her hand when she went to keep washing me “Maybe for our next session” she laughed, continuing to soap me up, and wash me down.