Us Navy Assists Public Sex Acts

All characters in this story are older than 18.

I recall my first year at the local community college. I was really enjoying myself. I was 18 years old and the world was at my feet. Outside of school, I could buy beer and go to parties. While in school, I was with my friends and we all had fun socializing. We were all fairly respectful students in the classroom, but before first hour, during passing time, lunch time and after school, we could let loose and have a good time. We were currently into the first few months of the second semester and wanted to enjoy life as much as we could.

During the colder months at the end of the first semester, I found a US Navy Bridge dress coat at the Army Navy surplus store. I loved that coat because it had style. Long length, down to the shins, double breasted lapels, shiny brass buttons and very roomy. The coat was made with high quality wool. The inside of the coat was lined with a fine linen. It was a unique article of clothing and I wore it to school every day when the weather was cool. We all loved that coat. The coat was easily seen and recognized as the meeting point when we all wanted to get together.

One of my best friends was Deborah. Deborah was actually 5 days older than me, so she always referred to me as "the youngster". We'd known each other for a long time. We cultivated a romantic relationship for the last two years and we had grown very familiar with each other. Everybody knew we were a couple. Deborah was always happy, outgoing and had a great personality. She was smart and athletic. Everyone liked her. I loved her.

Deborah found the coat to have a special attribute. She discovered there was enough room in the coat for both her and me. If I didn't use the coat sleeves and wore the coat over my shoulders like a cape, both Deborah and I could easily fit inside the coat when it was buttoned up. That made for intriguing possibilities. That wool coat became the outer wear of the day, first thing every morning.

Before classes started, we had 20 minutes to hang out in the halls and socialize. We always congregated on the first floor next to the math class rooms. Deborah would run up to me, unbutton the coat, get inside with me and button up again. The friends around us would all laugh and joke about our arrangement. I liked being close to Deborah's body this way. She fit nicely with me in that coat. I was five foot eight inches tall and Deborah was a little shorter at five foot six inches. The top of her head just reached my eyes when she was in the coat with me. She was a perfect fit.

With the coat buttoned down, it was hard to tell what might be happening under the dark blue woolen material. Of course, our friends knew we were doing our best to feel each other up before the bell rang and we had to go to class. It wasn't rocket science. More like biology... That meant about 20 minutes of pleasuring each other underneath the blue woolen coat each morning. No one could see exactly what we were doing. Just use your imagination. For me, it was a great way to get ready for math and history.

Deborah usually wore loose fitting, short hemmed skirts and stretchy pull over blouses and shirts. She preferred stylish outfits that were revealing, to the limits of the acceptable dress code. She made the effort and looked good all the time. I loved it. She would turn a lot of heads when walking around. She was perfect for me. I loved her and her style. Her outfits made her look amazing and provided easy access to her lovely, toned and fit body.

As soon as we buttoned into the coat, I would lean against the window by the outside door and Deborah would lean back into me. My palms would find the sides of her hips right in front of her pelvis. My fingers were positioned over the smooth skin of her mons. My finger tips were resting on her smooth satin panties. She had already hiked up her skirt for me!

My first obvious move was to lift my hands to the waist band of her panties. I put my fingers inside the elastic and begin sliding them back down her mons to the front of her labia and vulva. My thumb would always catch and pull on her navel. I would find a neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair before reaching the clitoral hood. All the while Deborah was pushing her buttocks against my stiffening penis.

Soon, I was erect and throbbing and Deborah could feel that development through my slacks. Her response was to dry hump me by pressing back against me with her tail bone and butt cheeks. She would roll her hips front to back and rise up and down on the balls of her feet. My hands followed along, fingers on her clitoris. It felt very good and brought us closer together both physically and emotionally. But we both knew that the main goal was to get Deborah to a powerful orgasm. My orgasm was only a convenient coincidence should I get that far through her stimulation of my penis.

Back to my efforts with Deborah.

When I reached her clitoral hood, I would gently feel around in the folds of the labia until I found her clitoris. I could tell when I reached that erogenous bit of flesh because Deborah would tense up and place her hands over mine. Her labia lips were warm and moist. They were deliciously soft and fleshy. It felt wonderful moving my fingers through that soft, erogenous flesh. I would settle on top of the clitoral hood, over the clitoris and give her a soft caress. Then we would begin our fifteen minutes of "dance" bringing her to orgasm.

There was room inside the coat for both of us, but there were minor restrictions. I could not move my arms around very much. My finger joints more than made up for that inconvenience. My area of attention was very compact and I knew the territory well. Her vulva would get moist very quickly. Lubricant flowed in between the lips of the labia. It was heavenly the way my fingers slipped around, on and in, the soft, moist, warm flesh. Deborah loved the stimulating friction of my finger sliding over the labia lips. Sexual tension flowed into her clitoris.

Deborah wanted very specific rhythm and motion. I had to use her guidance to maximize her sexual pleasure. She assured the buildup of sexual tension to maximize the prospect of a powerful orgasm. She conveyed that rhythm and motion through her hands to my fingers. After several months of practice, I got pretty good at caressing and stroking her vulva, labia and clitoris, in just the right, way to fill her vulva full of sexual tension.

She liked circular rubbing motions over her clitoris through the clitoral hood. She also liked exploratory strokes down the length of the vulva to her vagina. When I reached her vagina, I would circle the sensitive orifice once or twice before inserting a finger deep into her tight, warm and wet, textured hole. She would give my finger a clench before I moved back out on the return trip to her clitoral hood.

The hardest part of pleasuring Deborah was talking and acting naturally with those around us. We had to prevent ourselves from reacting or doing anything that could raise suspicions as she built up to her pulsing orgasmic release and the waves of pleasure filled contractions. We had to create the outward appearance that nothing was going on under the coat. That was a major effort. It was something to behold as she talked and smiled and interacted with people nearby, while I was doing the same. We were quite good at this dance.

Of course, close friends knew what was happening and would redirect attention elsewhere when Deborah ultimately came. Her legs would close up and her thighs squeeze my hand. She held me motionless as she provided the necessary strokes and movement to release all the stored up sexual tension pouring out of her clitoris. I could feel her entire vulva throbbing. I could feel the contractions of the muscles under her clitoris. I could hear her moan as waves of pleasure washed over her. I loved doing this for her in the crowded hallway. Her face glowed like an angel as she bathed in the waves of pleasure we created.

When she came back down, it was a matter of me getting my hands out of her panties, which I didn't want to do. I would finally, relent after a few additional moist caresses, hugs and squeezes and get my hands out of her way. Then she would lower and straighten her skirt. When all the clothing was put back in place, we would unbutton the coat. And just like that we were done. Math would be more tolerable this early in the morning. We were all relaxed and ready to go.

Deborah doing me was a little more difficult because she would have to get her hands behind her back and between us. That took up some extra room. I made it as easy as I could by wearing loose slacks and loose underwear. Her access was through the zipper on my fly. As she was buttoning us in, I would drop my zipper and pull my penis out for her.

All she had to do was stroke my glans and shaft and tickle my balls. When I reached my orgasm, I ejaculated into a small hand towel I brought from home. Deborah knew that even after I had ejaculated, she could bring me more pleasure by stroking my throbbing penis for an additional 20 to 30 seconds. That was very pleasurable for me. Her hands were very, very soft and the way she caressed me during her stroking was amazing. It was harder for me to interact with those around us as she took me over the edge.

I concentrated on Deborah's breasts while she massaged my hard, erect penis. That helped mask what might have been going on under the coat. On these "me" days, she wore a loose-fitting blouse that was not tucked in to her skirt or slacks. It was easy for me to bring my hands up to her breasts under her blouse. She always wore a shear, smooth, light weight bra that let me feel everything. Feeling her breasts during the stroking just added more sexual tension to the inevitable release building in my glans.

Deborah had B-cup breasts that were very perky. The areola was the size of a quarter and the nipple was almost twice as large as the eraser on a pencil. I loved to suck on those nipples when I had the chance. They would swell and grow even bigger and stiffer as they were stroked and sucked. The breasts were soft and squishy as I caressed and massaged them. I loved being the source for the stimulation that made Deborah feel so good on her chest.

Only once did we take the chance to go all the way. Deborah wore a short skirt and no panties. I had on loose, light weight slacks. All our friends were here for this one. We had planned this one in advance and needed their help. As Deborah got inside and buttoned the coat, I pulled out my hardening penis. As soon as the coat was buttoned up, Deborah spun around to face me. Everyone around us closed in to block the view. There was a sly smile on her lips and her eyes were filled with anticipation. She hiked her skirt up to her waist and pressed against me.

I lifted Deborah up by the buttocks. No Panties. I could feel the skirt fabric roughly sliding over my glans as I lifted her. The fabric ended and I felt my glans sliding over bare skin on her mons until my erect penis popped into the space between her legs. Her hand dropped down and embraced my erect penis. She held my penis between her legs as I lowered her back down. I was surprised by how lubricated her labia and vagina was. She put my penis at the entrance of her vagina and I easily slid inside her. The flesh of her vagina was soft and warm, moist and tight. I could feel her clench on me. I lowered her as far as we could go and she began humping my penis. We were made perfectly for sexual intercourse with each other.

She put a hand down and began furiously rubbing her clitoris. Her head was buried into my neck and she sucked and nibbled on me as she humped on me. I was so turned on I could only last a couple of minutes before I ejaculated. We didn't have time to store up much sexual tension. She kept humping me as my penis throbbed and squirted semen and sperm. She kept rubbing her clitoris until she also came. This was truly a quickie.

I went flaccid almost immediately and started to lower her feet to the floor. My penis popped out of her vagina just before her feet touched the ground. I tucked my moist penis away. It was about all we could do to stand up. Everyone around us slapped us on the backs and hugged on us. The coat was opened and we could move again. I could envision steam coming out of the coat and off our bodies. I left the coat hanging over Deborah's shoulders for a little privacy. One of Deborah's girlfriends gave her a small towel which she used to clean up the mess. Another girlfriend gave her a pair of panties to put on. Deborah was finally able to pull her skirt back down to cover her crotch and fresh panties. She emerged from the coat looking beautiful and radiant.

We still had enough time to make sure that our clothes were neat and clean and in all the right places. We gave each other a passionate hug and a kiss. We were ready for class now. Deborah and I gave each other another big hug when the bell rang. It was off to classes. That was one for the books.

I lost that bridge coat when I went away to the state university a couple of years later. But I still remember all those special moments Deborah and I shared with each other and our close friends. Yes, community college was a very special time.