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After that delicious incident on the park bench, I half-expected things would change somehow: either she'd become embarrassed by stepping over the line (well, some line anyway), or we'd be taking it all to some next level. Neither has happened, and we seemed both to like it this way. We still met only at the spring, three or four times a week; we still were comfortable talking to each other on a wide range of topics--from books and travels to body matters and sex; she still played her little games in the changing room, showing me her slim young body from various angles and positions. Though, something did change after my cautious question--and even then, not on our next meeting, only in a week or so, when she raised the topic herself.
That day, her changing room game was outstandingly long: she spent maybe several minutes completely naked, just sitting on a bench pretending to answer something urgent on her phone. I knew she just pretended: she was casting glances at me and made sure my eyes were caught by a space between her slightly spread legs--still teasing, still I could see nothing except the hair. After she finally got dressed and we walked our usual route through the park, she pointed at the bench where we sat 'that' night and with sudden tenderness said, "Oh, this place... I still dream of it."
"So," I asked, getting the sense that the topic was open for discussion, "How was it for you?"
"Incredible," she said brightly. "Better than I could've imagined. The weirdness of it added a hundred percent to the pleasure!"
And that quick exchange seemed to lower some barriers in her, because on our next meetings she started to talk about it, too: how she likes to be half- or fully aroused in "weird" situations, "You know, not always go all the way, but..." She talked about how she is constantly searching for new ways of touching and feeling herself and her enthusiasm for subtly different experiences every time. She got carried away sometimes sharing those experiences so that I even needed to shush her when there were other people around. You never know who might understand English here, and a lot of people could've noticed the profound gestures she sometimes made.
At first, she shared just some simple things she did to herself at home, but in very precise detail.
Like, she might have said, "Yesterday, just before sleep, it was whole four fingers, so deep, so cool, almost an hour. Very slow and such a powerful orgasm!"
"How many fingers do you usually use?" I might've asked then.
"It was usually two some time ago... But recently, it is almost always at least three. I am tight, but I like to push things a bit further!"
"Yeah, I've noticed," I smiled slyly.
At other times, she just casually shared--between talks about books or some new cafe she found in the city center--mere facts, like "Today, in the early morning, I did myself with a shower, quick and fun." Or, "It's THAT day of the cycle, I am planning a masturbation fest for the evening! Will see how many orgasms I can bring myself to," and, the next day, "It was five! Can you believe that?"
Later, she started to share more peculiar adventures. I don't know whether she was just shy talking about that initially, or she actually just started to experiment, but anyway, it was pleasant to know the things she could think of.
"Today, at the lecture in my university, I was at the very last table and had my backpack on my knees. I didn't even plan anything naughty, just noticed my left hand in my jeans, just sat this way till the end of the lecture, played with my clit lightly."
Or, on another day, "I was in a fitting room in that large mall's jeans section, and they have such an awesome mirror and cool lighting. I did almost nothing, I swear... I just took my panties down, put two fingers in my vagina, and another one, you know... 'in there'. Just showed off a bit, for myself; it looked so exciting."
("Oh, so she likes to play with 'there' too," I thought to myself, "With her ass." You see, I did want to know everything about her sexuality.)
She also enhanced and varied her games in the spring. She could put on, for example, very tight and thin pants and a thin sweater on naked skin, no underwear, then cover herself with the coat (that same coat!) and go for a walk. Then she allowed the coat to fall open when only I could see--from a very close distance--her pants are unbuttoned and show a fair bunch of her pubic hair, and her nipples are erect and clearly visible through the sweater. And I still needed to continue the conversation, in the meantime!
She changed her previous full swimsuit to the new one, made of thin straps and small triangles to cover just a mound and breasts.
"Oh, it was a fun purchase," she delivered matter-of-factly, "I knew you aren't supposed to do that when trying swimsuits, but I knew I'd buy this one, so I got completely naked in the fitting room, then put it on, and just masturbated through the panties, to a very quiet ending."
With this new garment, she could now play new games: when there were few people around, the top slipped 'accidentally' when she stood from the pool, showing me a nipple; or, she 'adjusted' her bottoms in front of me, teasing with a hint of hair, or even a quick glimpse of something pink. Other times, she tugged the panties up till the crease was formed between her legs and even stealthily ran a finger through this crease.
She seemed to love her new swimsuit and once came to the spring already wearing it--under the coat, with nothing else. She admitted she walked like that through the city and even rode on a bus: nobody saw anything, but she felt pleasantly indecent. That same day, on my advice, she walked back from the park just in her lacy underwear under that coat; naturally, in a few days, she went off in just her coat, with nothing underneath whatsoever.
I really got into her casual masturbation talks and even managed to give her small ideas sometimes. And sometimes, not such small ones. I asked once that she never mentioned playing with objects--inside or outside herself.
She regretfully admitted she missed it: "I had a full drawer of sex toys at home but traveling with them is too awkward. I planned to find some local online sex shop with an English interface and with mail delivery, probably, but haven't yet gathered the courage."
"It's a pity," I agreed, and then hesitantly asked: "have you tried just some everyday objects? Probably you can find something that will entertain you quite easily, even without the sex shops?"
She seemed genuinely surprised with the idea: "How come I never thought of that myself? Well, I started to really explore my sexuality when I was grown-up and confident enough to just walk into the sex shop... But now that you mention it, I will probably look at things. It's weird, but weird in a good sense!"
