I've been desperate to write about my sexual adventures for years. I'm probably one of the sluttiest people I know, but most of my friends don't know about this side of me. I'm in my 30s now and have a really serious job, so no one suspects that I have this side to me! Today I was touching myself while thinking about this particular story from my past. After I came, I decided I should finally write it down. I don't even use literotica that often, so I had to make an account just to post this! Please be nice... it was so arousing to recount this, so even if no one notices, at least I had fun π
So, I was 19, back home for the summer after my first year at college. I had been texting with my ex-boyfriend from high school. Let's call him Daniel.
Daniel was back in town from college, too, and he had been sending me dirty texts about how much he missed my body and asking me ridiculous things, like Do you remember how my tongue feels, Hana? I read Daniel's texts over and over and suddenly couldn't recall why we had even broken up in the first place! Finally, I agreed to meet him at my other friend's backyard party that coming weekend.
The party was way busier than I expected, probably over 100 people in a pretty small fenced backyard. I was looking for Daniel, but it took me forever to find him, because I kept running into other high school friends who wanted to catch up. Eventually, as I was talking to my one girlfriend, I felt someone's hand on my lower back and I knew it was him before I even turned around. I remember I was wearing this thigh-length summer dress made of a super thin, kind of gauzy material, so I felt the full warmth of his hand through the fabric when he touched me. His hands were also massive, since he's at least 6'2".
We greeted each other super casually, even though I knew he was dying inside over the way my nipples were just barely visible through my tight summer dress. Obviously, I couldn't wear a bra for my first meeting with Daniel in over a year hehe! He joined into the conversation I'd been having with my girlfriend and, for a couple hours, we just went around the party chatting with friends. Every once in a while, I'd catch him glancing at my ass from across the party, which made me feel wild.
Eventually, the party died down a bit and it got dark with just a few tiki torches glowing. A group of my high school friends had brought their instruments out and started to play some covers. Daniel and I finally found ourselves standing together at the back of the small crowd. He was standing with his back to the high privacy fence, and I was standing slightly in front of him. Everyone else was in front of us, facing the band. I knew Daniel was trying not to touch me, and I was teasing him by swaying to the music just inches from his thighs, subtly flicking the hem of my mini dress to show slight flashes of my lace panties. I was feeling so proud of myself for torturing him in public, and I was sure he wouldn't try anything, since people were all around us. But then, I felt his hands on my hips.