I guess men like the look of someone in a uniform as well. :-) I liked the attention that I attracted although none of these men would ever know it. I would sit with a look of indifference on my face looking out the bus window using the reflection in the glass to see who was looking at me. I was never disappointed. I never did it on purpose, but knew that whenever I got up to exit the bus undoubtedly someone got to see that my panties matched my uniform. The four block walk from the bus stop to my boyfriend's apartment kept me on edge as I had plans for his penis on this particular Wednesday. I knocked on his door and when he opened it, I gave him a big hug and kiss allowing his hands to discover that under my uniform was nothing but a pair of nylon, bikini panties. Into his room we went. As he watched I took a hold of my uniform zipper and pulled it slowly down my torso. The first to reveal itself was my recently purchased light blue underwire push up bra. It was my first and cradled my tiny orbs as if they were flesh delicacies being served on an exquisite fabric platter. It had half cups, which really was all that I needed, however when I was excited, which was at the moment as well as most of the day, my hard little knots of flesh would poke out the top of the cups barely covered by the lace trim. I continued the passage of the zipper down my front showing off in turn my innie belly button, my appendix scar, and finally my pale blue 'Wednesday' panties. From this point it was a simple shrug of my shoulders that sent my uniform dress cascading to the floor. I sat on his bed pulling him over to me by taking a hold of his belt. Then I undid his pants, pulling down on them until they joined my dress. His erection was pushing provocatively against the fabric of his purple bikini briefs. Ones that I had purchased for him as I wanted to see as much of his skin as he was seeing of mine. I could have looked at him forever, but I was horny with a capital "H". I pulled the elastic of his briefs down allowing his firm reaction to my strip tease free of its fabric constraints. Laying back onto his bed, I pulled him on top of me and began to kiss him. Almost immediately I felt his erection push against my nylon covered crotch. My lower lips were already swollen and slightly parted giving the head of his
As I continue to write about my early sexual experiences, more of the details from my past seem to become revealed. This is what I now remember to have occurred leading up to the basement splash. For the entire week whenever I would talk to my boyfriend, I hinted about my new red panties. By the time the weekend rolled around we were both quite desperate to expose them. I had on a white denim mini skirt that gapped at the waist any time I bent over. My boyfriend arrived at my front door for dinner, which was becoming more and more of a typical event as my family had accepted him wholeheartedly. My acceptance of him started with my heart but had definitely moved south in the past year. I led him into the living room and we both sat down on the front couch. As I leaned forward in the process of planting my derriere on the seat cushion, my boyfriend took the opportunity to slip his hand down inside the waistband of my skirt. He was so determined to get a hold of my satin covered cheeks that he shoved his hand far enough down my back to completely cup one of them. All of this was done while I was in the act of sitting down. Once my posture settled on the sofa, his hand was trapped inside my skirt gripping my barely covered cheek. As I wiggled enjoying the constant fondling of my bottom, my mother decided to walk into the living room to casually talk to my boyfriend. When you are young you think that your parents can't notice certain activities such as having your boyfriend's hand implanted down the back of your skirt. My mother never let on that she noticed anything, but it is difficult to believe that she didn't. The conversation was normal asking my boyfriend about school and his part time job, but I couldn't help fidgeting with his fingers constantly gripping my cheek. My entire face turned red with embarrassment causing my mother to ask if I was feeling all right. As I replied that I was OK, my boyfriend wriggled his fingers deeper down my back until the tips were at the front door of my most erogenous zone. I felt that if I parted my legs, my mother would see two fingers poking out from
I was getting aroused. I had never thought that the feeling of being helpless and vulnerable to another would be so exhilarating. I was forced to lie on my back on the bed while my hands and feet were tied to the bedposts with scarves. I put up a lackluster struggle only to hide the fact that I liked what he was doing, which only aroused me that much more. It brought back all of the memories of the game that I have written about previously. How as a young girl I played a version of cops and robbers with my girlfriend. The two of us would pretend to be helpless victims with our hands above our heads and tied to two pegs in my garage. This game went on for weeks when one Saturday we found ourselves again tied up. Only this time while we were helpless and to the delight of the other boys, one of our playmates pulled our shorts down revealing our flowered undies. Instead of feeling outraged, my girlfriend and I both enjoyed our unexpected popularity and notoriety among our playmates. This became the new routine until our parents caught us and ended my early sojourn into exhibitionism. Now over ten years later I was again helpless to my predicament and my panties were soaked with liquid anticipation. As I lay there not knowing what was going to happen next, my husband grabbed my breasts and gave them a good squeeze. I could feel the tingling right between my legs. He slowly unzipped my top until it was completely open. My nipples were as hard as little diamonds. The look in his eyes appeared to what I would imagine a sexy predator's would look like, and I was the unwitting prey. He pinched my nipples until I couldn't stand much more. I found myself struggling with my bonds trying to lessen the sensual stimulation that he was performing on me. He reached down between my legs, grabbing my crotch, and pushing two fingers firmly against my very swollen lips. Although I had two layers of clothing on, I might as well have been naked as I could feel everything. He began to rub me in a rhythm that had me rolling my eyes into the back of my