May More (If Sex Matters) ~ My First Boyfriend’s Bucket List of Sexual Activities
I had very tight jeans on and as we were in company we couldn’t undress, so he began to fondle my breasts underneath my blouse. He had done this before and I greatly enjoyed it and this time was no different. In fact, as he tweaked my nipples and gently stroked the aureola I began to feel extremely horny. He was thrusting his captive erection up against me and kissing my neck, but didn’t touch me between the legs at all. He didn’t need to because all of a sudden I was overwhelmed, my eyes rolled back in my head and I had an extremely intense, but very quiet orgasm. So quiet Jim didn’t even realise...
“I’d rather be an old man’s sweetheart than a young man’s fool.”
That’s a saying I learned from my mother. She’d mention it from time to time when the topic of dating came up. She’d been with a young man early in life and it took an older man to teach her a little about love.
I’ve thought about whether I have secret daddy issues. I lost my father when I was very young and haven’t had a true father figure in my life. That’s a lot of formative years without a man to guide you. I don’t think I’ve done too terribly growing into a woman without a father, but it can make a difference when it comes to confidence.
I don’t believe that means I look at him and consider him a substitute for my father. I mean, I call him Daddy because in many ways he brings out that little girl inside me. But… I don’t feel about him the way I felt about my father. If I felt for my dad or did the things with my dad that I’ve done with Daddy, we’d be discussing something else entirely.
He’s still a man, one who is very good at arousing me when I’m around him. I spent a lot of my visit naked or nearly so and just the thought of being touched by him made me wet...
We were alone in the small train car and it would be a while to the next stop. I was wearing a rather tight low-cut top and had made numerous glances at the mans crotch - I think I may have spurred him on a little.
His hand ventured across his growing bulge and this time he rubbed it a few times before resting it back on his lap. I gave him the slightest of smiles, approval of what he was doing. He ruffled the section of the newspaper he was holding and I glanced over, caught his eye and flicked my gaze to the distinct outline of his hard on.
The long sexy shape of the shaft pressing against the fabric and showing the gentle bulbous curve of the head... I shifted in my seat feeling that sweet surge of hormones that had plagued me all day. Without a word I watched him unzip his trousers, I licked my lips and swallowed hard. I gave up all pretense of looking at my phone as he reached his hand into the hole and coaxed his hard shaft from hiding.
I tensed in the way I do when I’m overly aroused suddenly and the unmistakable feeling of wet slipped out of me into my underwear. He was so brazen and bold. To do this and in public. I couldn’t tear my eyes from his strong hand as he began a steady stroke, only interrupting the rhythm to massage the fat tip...