Hi everyone, my name is Amanda I’m in my mid-30s now and this story occurred more than 10+ years ago, it’s my darkest secret that no one knows about, one that I am supposed to bury in my mind, slowly erase and forget about it and move on with my life. However, I wasn’t able to do it even after so many years so I have decided that maybe putting it into writing and sharing it anonymously might help instead.
For my background I was the only child in my family, since young my grades have been good but it’s not because I was smart but because I studied a lot, I do not have much friends or hobbies, between schooling and the never-ending tuition lessons I spent most of my free time alone or staying at home. My parents were strict and I had to observe curfew till I entered university but I was mostly okay with it as I am someone you would describe as a modern-day nerdy girl aka 宅女.
In term of how I look I guess I’m just an average plain jane that you will find next door, one that most guy won’t even take a second look but luckily I was still blessed with a decent figure, my body is slim but I have curves at all the right places, I have B-Cup breasts but they look more like Cs due to my slender waist, I’m quite tall at about 165cm so my legs were long and smooth, its common I get a lot of attention on my legs and occasionally I even receive compliment about them. However, back then my wardrobe was pretty conservative, the shortest piece of skirt I owned was probably the skirt of my JC uniform, same goes for my shorts it’s the FBT shorts which I wore during PE lesson. Needless to say, because of this plus my introvert nature I wasn’t very popular with the guys and I hadn’t had any boyfriend before.
It was only after entering university I started paying more attention of how I dress and look, as for the first time in my life I did not need to wear school uniform anymore and actually need to plan my own outfits. At the same time, I also looked up on some online videos on how to apply basic makeup. I recalled during the freshman camp the orientation leaders “warned” us we will be getting wet so I wore those oversized sports singlet and a sports bra inside paired with a FBT shorts. I put on some makeup and braided the lower half of my long hair, the top part of my singlet was loose so some cleavage from my sports bra was showing, it was also long enough to cover my shorts giving the impression I wasn’t wearing anything underneath, I stood in front of the mirror for a final check and was satisfied with how I looked before I left.
While making my way there I was feeling nervous, this was the first time I’m showing so much skin at a public place, its funny cause when I saw other girls wearing the same thing I thought nothing of it but it’s a different feeling when I’m wearing it myself. While on my way I slightly regretted my choice of clothes, most probably because I’m still not used to it, I tried to avoid eye contact but I could still sense some of the guys staring at me when I walk past them. Anyway, I felt more at ease once I joined the rest of the students at the orientation ground and not long after we were broken up into groups and the games started.
Prior to this I have heard stories about how “wild” freshman orientation games could get so I was mentally prepared but when the real thing started it was still too much for someone like me, during the game there was so much body and skin to skin contact with the guys. During the first two games I felt uncomfortable but as move on to other games I started having fun, I recalled in one of the game all our bodies were smeared with some sort of slimy liquid and I would cling on to the guys so tightly and I told them I don’t mind just make sure I don’t fall! During that game I could feel my waist, my thigh and sometimes even my breasts being touched by different guys several times but instead of feeling uncomfortable or awkward I found myself sort of enjoying the attention from the guys for the first time in my life.
When we were finally done for the day, my whole body was all sweaty and sticky, luckily there was a place for us to wash up and shower, while we were making our way to the shower area a guy caught up to me and asked for my number, he told me he found me really cute and was really impressed by how sporting I am. It’s another first in my life, a guy approaching me to ask for my number, I wasn’t sure how to react but I felt flattered so I exchanged number with him. While waiting for my turn to shower my mind was all about the games earlier on and for some reason my mind kept on replaying those scenes where I got a lot of physical contacts with the guys.
When it was my turn to enter the shower cubicle, I could already feel the warmth between my legs, I quickly undressed myself and when I was removing my panty I found the slimy liquid have seeped through and my pussy was all wet and sticky, using my middle finger I lightly rubbed my pussy and it triggered a jolt of pleasure throughout my whole body, I had only masturbate a handful of times before but this time it was different. Previously I was stimulating myself purely based on physical touches only, but this time while I was playing with myself when I closed my eyes, I had all these erotic thoughts of letting different guys do whatever they want with me running through my mind and very quickly I managed to orgasmed.
Since that day I started masturbating on a regular basis, the thought of being touched by guys always turn me on, however even though I feel that way it doesn’t translate into any real life scenario, I went out once with the guy who asked for my number and nothing happened. Following that after a few more months after my university life started, I went out with another guy from the same course but there wasn’t any follow up date as well, looking back I guess I still feel shy and act awkwardly around guys when I’m alone with them. While adjusting to my university life coupled with the 1st year academic stress, I found myself slowly reverting to my old studious self and concentrated on my studies again. Time went pass quickly and my 1st year of university life zoomed by uneventfully.
I did not have much close friends during my time in university, they were more like acquaintance and the few friends I’ve made during my time in JC were the closest friends that I still kept in contact till today. Similarly to me the other three girls were all the studious and guai guai type and did not have any relationship experience before as well. After the four of us had completed JC we enrolled into different courses for our tertiary education but we still manage to find time to meet up regularly. During our 2nd year when one of the girl birthday was approaching, she suggested for four of us to go clubbing after her birthday celebration,she had even decided on which club to go already. None of us went to a club before but since it was suggested by the birthday girl we all agreed.
As the countdown to her birthday outing became closer, we were all getting a little excited in our girls group chat, we were discussing about the birthday night and especially about our first upcoming clubbing experience. I asked my other two female university mate whether they had went clubbing before and what was the experience like. Both of them told me they don’t go often but in general both of them think it’s pretty fun but it’s really subjective to the individual and your first or second clubbing experience might determine whether you like it or no, they also cautioned me that since we are only going as a group of girls we need to pay more attention to our surrounding as the guys might get handsy with us. After hearing this I wondered to myself if I will be able to attract any guys in the club?
Few days before the date I had already decided on my outfit, before that I even look up on makeup tutorial suitable for clubbing, privately I was looking forward more to the club rather than celebrating my friend’s birthday but of course I kept that secret to myself. When the day finally arrived, I began prepping early to make sure my make up were on point, I was going for a cute and playful look with a slightly sultry vibe for the night, I wore a navy blue buttoned tank top dress which I undid the 1st button to reveal a bit of my cleavage, the top half of the dress was tight fitting which further accentuate my chest and slender waist while the lower half of the dress was loose and flowy with the hem ending a few inches above my knee thus people can get a good glimpse of my legs.
Due to muscle memory, I wore a safety short but decided to remove it before I head out, this was the first time in 3-4 years I wore a short dress without a safety short and it was quite a turn on for some reason! I tied my hair into loose ponytail which I let it rest in front of my shoulder while the rest of my bangs and fringes fall freely around my face and finally I completed my outfit with a comfortable pair of sneakers.
It was similar to previous occasion as I felt the gaze of different guys while I was making my way to meet the girls, however this time I do not feel uncomfortable instead it makes me feel more confident about myself and it was a great feeling. Anyway, that night after we finished dinner we started chilling as it was still too early to enter the club, one of our friend suggested to us that we can save some money by drinking outside since the drinks inside the club are expensive. At about 930pm we started queuing, we went to one of the most popular club 10-15 years ago and as expected it was super crowded on a Friday night. Once we were inside, we sat around a high bar table and ordered a bucket of ciders to share for the night, we chatted away while people watching, waiting for the crowd to flow onto the dance floor.
At about 1130pm the dance floor was gradually getting crowded and we were all feeling quite high and loud by now. I was feeling a little tipsier than my friends as I drank the extra bottle of cider but overall I was still considered sober, also earlier on we had discussed and agreed to make sure none of us would get super drunk just in case anything were to happen we can still take care of ourselves. Soon we decided it’s time to join everyone else at the dance floor, even though it’s all our first time it’s not difficult to dance to the music when you are tipsy enough, although I did observe how some of the other girls were dancing and tried to copy the good ones…
Time files while we were on the dance floor and very quickly its almost 1am and there have been 2-3 guys who were trying to dance with me, they all tried to talk to me but the music was so loud I could barely hear what they were trying to say, it was frustrating to respond to them so I did not reply them much and eventually they gave up. Throughout the night I could feel those guys body rubbing against my back but they largely kept their hands to themselves and I thought it wasn’t as bad as what my university mates shared to me. Few moments later two of my friends needed to go to the ladies so we all left the dance floor.
It was about 130am when we came out from the ladies, after we regroup my friends teased me about being popular with the guys and how they all wanted to dance with me. I played it down and told them this is considered mild because I told them I heard from my university mate when the guys are pretending to dance with you some of them would roam their hands all over your body and sometimes you could even feel their erected cock pressing against you! They looked at my in disbelief and teased me again “wah someone so experience after a few hours already”. At this point in time, I was quite pissed with my friends I told them if they don’t believe we can head back to the dance floor to try again but to my disappointment my friends said they were tired and it’s enough fun for the night and they all wanted to head back home and rest. Seriously, I was even more irritated by this decision, I thought to myself they must have felt bored because no guys were dancing with them.
I was also feeling upset partly because maybe I was expecting more “fun” but I have no choice as my friends all started booking their taxi and I reluctantly followed them out of the club. Outside the club their taxis were all arriving while I was still searching for mine, before my last friend boarded her cab she checked on me and I told her not to worry I already got a booking but the taxi was still 8-10mins away, she told me to be careful as she waved me goodbye. While I was staring down my phone at the taxi pin inching closer to my location suddenly I have this overwhelming thought of heading back to the club alone, I just had this feeling I couldn’t get out of my mind where I wasn’t completely satisfied how the night ended.
I kept watching back and forth at my phone and the entrance of the club, I was pacing up and down and finally decided fuck it, I pressed the “cancel booking” button on my phone and walked back to the entrance of the club. I thought to myself I will just go back in for 30 minutes and see what happens and if nothing interesting I would go home for sure this time. There was no line so I managed to re-enter the club immediately, while inside the club I paused for a moment and stared down at my own chest, it should be fine I tell myself as I unbuttoned the 2nd button on the top of my dress making my cleavage much more visible and even revealing bits of my black colored bra. As I was feeling super thirsty, I headed over to the bar first and ordered a small glass of cocktail which I finished it within minutes…
While I was having my drink I was observing the dance floor, now that I am alone I was feeling a bit nervous, I thought it would look weird if a girl was dancing by herself so when I head back to the dance floor I danced near another group of girls. It was probably around 15 minutes in and I felt the kick of the cocktail I had earlier, I found myself feeling more high and having more fun than when I was with my friends. I have been dancing back-to-back with one random girl but a guy was slowly sandwiching himself in between the both of us. And not long after he placed his hands around my waist while I realized I was already leaning on his body as we continued to dance.
In my mind I was quite impressed how quickly this guy took action as compared to the other guys I danced with earlier. I turned my head back a few times to take a glance at him and we made eye contact several times, he was quite tall but pretty average looking like me I guess. His head was towering over my shoulder and I could feel his gaze lingering down and fixated on my chest longer than it should be, from his angle he probably got the best view and saw my cleavage and bra. As we continued to dance both his hands slowly wrapped across my abs and eventually he was literally hugging me from behind, I could feel his breathe on my head sniffing my hair, around my ears and the side of my face. It was a bit ticklish but kind of arousing as well, I was feeling quite tired and it felt super comfortable resting on his body so I closed my eyes, relaxed myself and let him continued.
I also liked the fact that he did not try to talk to me and we just danced instead, I let him took the lead when we were dancing, he was swaying my body in a more sensual way as compared to earlier on. When he was hugging me from behind one of his arms have been brushing against my underboob and I could feel something near his groin getting harder, the material of the pants this guy was wearing was the soft soft kind so I could feel the sensation of his cock rubbing against my buttock. I thought to myself “Is this what my university mate warned me about?” But little did I expect I was getting turned on by this guy actions! I know I should stop him long ago but I was already feeling the warmth in between my legs and the moist inside my panty, I have never experienced such a sexual kind of thrill before today and I was secretly hoping he doesn’t stop.
I’m not sure how long has passed when he suddenly murmurs into my ears asking me whether I want to head over to somewhere quieter and I nodded my head. He held my hand and lead me to an empty bar table where the music was softer, he asked me whether I want anything else to drink or just a glass of water and I told him water’s good. It was super refreshing to have a glass of water after a long night, we had a short conversation introducing ourselves, our relationship status and some other random topics. His name was Douglas and he told me the club will be closing soon and its easier to get a taxi now rather than squeezing with everyone else after the club is closed, he also mentioned that I looked drained and asked for my permission whether he can send me home and I thought why not?
I headed out of the club with Douglas and boarded the cab he booked, we did not speak much in the cab, he sat close to me and took the initiative to put his arms around my shoulder and cuddled me while gesturing I can rest myself on him which I did. While I lied down on Douglas’s chest both my arms were tugged in-between my body, squeezing my boobs together making my cleavage look deeper and even more alluring, I thought Douglas would surely notice it sooner or later but well since he was being such a gentleman tonight it should be okay. While we were on the road, he began gently stroking my hair and I did not stop him when he started stroking on my thighs too, it felt so soothing and soon I dozed off…
Thanks for the support on my story everyone, I’m reliving the experience through my own writing again and I love it
When Douglas woke me up, we were already at the drop-off area of my block, I was still half asleep when he helped me out of the cab, Douglas asked me whether I wanted to continue where we left off and I gave him a puzzled look on my face, he grabbed my hand and said just follow him. He held my hand as we walked towards the MSCP across my block, as we were making our way there, my thoughts started to run wild, I started to feel both nervous and excited, is Douglas going to do something intimate with me? Am I really ok and ready to do this with a guy that I got to know just few hours ago? It was a crazy feeling but the more I think about it the more I was turned on and looking forward to it or maybe nothing will happen in the end?
As we entered the lift Douglas pressed the button to the top floor of the MSCP, he reassured me not to worry, once we reached the top floor we exited the lift I can see the carpark was almost empty with no cars. Douglas continued and led me into the stairwell area and we took one flight of stairs down before he sat down on the steps and told me to take a seat as well. We chatted for a bit before Douglas complimented on my looks, he told me tonight he noticed me a few times at the club and he found me really cute and I was his ideal type. This was the first time anyone had shown interest in me and showered me with so many complements, I can’t help but blushed.
The next moment he held onto one of my hand and snuggled himself close to me, he leaned over and softly pecked the side of face a few times. He whispered to me: anytime if I don’t feel comfortable and want him to stop he will stop immediately. I nodded my head meekly and immediately Douglas resumed smooching all over the side of my face down to my neck. This was my first time ever getting intimate with a guy, my mind went blank and I wasn’t sure how to react or what to do, I recalled back then I just closed my eyes and Douglas do whatever he wants to me.
As Douglas continued to kiss me, I could feel both his hands roaming all over my body, he extended his left arm behind my back, then from the other side his left hand underneath my armpit and began fondling my left breast while his right hand was doing the same on my other breast. While Douglas was fondling me, he took his chance and unbuttoned the remaining 3rd and 4th buttons of the top of my dress, now that my bra is exposed Douglas slipped his hands inside my bra and pinched my swollen and erected nipples…EMMMMMM!! I couldn’t hold back anymore as my moans echo through the quiet carpark. Woah…your nipples are so sensitive huh…Douglas said it to me with a sly grin on his face as he continues to twist and fondles my breasts and nipples.
I would imagine my expression back then must have been super slutty, I remembered Douglas gazed at me for a few seconds before inching his mouth towards mine and started kissing my lips, I had fantasized about kissing a guy many times previously but good even though it’s my first kiss the real thing felt so surreal! And seconds later I could already feel Douglas’s tongue wetting my lips, I parted my mouth slightly immediately our tongue met and we started frenching deeply. Wow frenching with Douglas bought me to another level of sensual and erotic sensation and it’s making me feel even more horny, for the first time tonight I took the initiative and my hands went roaming around until I felt the bulge through his pants.
This action caused Douglas to pause for a moment, he asked me do you want me to make you cum as well? I nodded my head with a bashful smile on my face, Douglas smiled back while retracting his right hand from my breast and his hand promptly disappeared underneath my dress…
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Originally Posted by
Rickey
Your bra is the loose not tight type??…how cum Douglas could slip his fingers underneath yr bra so easily to play with yr erected nipples ??
No ladies wear their bra so tightly there is definitely some allowance
My panty was already moist throughout the whole night since I was constantly being aroused and right now Douglas could feel how wet I was, he rubbed the outside of my pussy using his thumb while inserting his middle finger slowly into my vagina. My breathe was getting heavier and I had to bit down my own lips to hold back my moaning, the wall of my vagina tightening each time his finger dug deeper into my vagina. “You are so fucking wet and tight” he said. This was the sign for Douglas to increase his pace of fingering me and I couldn’t hold back my moaning anymore…EN…EN…ENN…EMMMM… “You like this right Amanda??” “yes…yes…please don’t stop…” Douglas started frenching me again to soften the sound of my moans, I was getting so wet, my pussy juice was overflowing out of my vagina and we could hear the swooshing sound of my juices every time Douglas fingers rubbed against my vagina and not long after I could feel my whole body getting tense up and my pelvic spasmed a few times as I finally orgasmed.
When Douglas withdrew his right hand out from my dress his whole palm was glistening with my pussy juice slowly trickling down to the stairs. He turned and looked at me with a stunned expression I still can recall today as I broke an embarrassed smile back at him. Next he stood up and flicked some of it away and tugged down his pants and underwear all the way down to his kneecap with one hand. At that moment I’m not sure where to look as Douglas cock sprang out right in front of me and of course this was the first ever time I have ever seen a naked cock so close up. However, the next thing Douglas did startled me as he used my remaining pussy juice on his hand to lubricate his erected cock, I thought he felt disgusted when he flicked them away earlier but it seems like he loved it and that makes me kind of pleased I guess.
Douglas sat down once again and asked me “can you help me?” and I replied “uhh…ok…I try…” I leaned forward and wrapped my right hand around his cock, and wow this feeling and excitement of holding onto a man penis for the first time was really erotic in a way I cannot describe. I tried my best to hide excitement acted as though I have done this before but I think Douglas easily saw through my clumsiness…
“Is this your first time helping a guy to masturbate?” he asked
“Err…ya…sorry…am I doing a bad job?”
“no…its easy…there is like not like a correct or best way to do it…you just
need to adjust your hand a little bit here…”
“like this?” Douglas nodded his head with a smile.
After a short while, Douglas paused what I was doing and asked me to shift myself in front of him, I was in an awkward position so I had to squat on the lower step of the stairs instead. He tugged both the straps of my dress and bra down my shoulder and pulled my hands out from the side allowing my dress and bra to slide down around my waistline. Next, Douglas leaned forward and carefully uses both his hands to carefully caress every inch of my now fully exposed boobs and nipples, he was telling me how soft and smooth they were as I continued to stroke his cock.
After getting a hang of it I started picking up my momentum and Douglas started moaning in pleasure, I could feel his cock getting super hard, he lifted me upwards towards him and planted his mouth into mine and we started kissing again. In this position I could feel his dickhead pressing against my boobs, I bended my body slightly so I could feel it rubbing against one of my nipple instead. Ahh…fuck…I didn’t know helping a guy to jerk off can make myself feel so titillating as well I thought to myself. And before I know it, I felt a stream of warm sticky liquid on my boobs, my neck and even on my chin, I have made a man cum successfully for the first time in my life and for some reason it felt special in so many ways.
We spent the next few minutes composing and cleaning ourselves, luckily I had a habit of bringing along a packet of wet tissue with me, much to the delight of Douglas. As we make our way back to our block we exchanged our mobile number, now that everything was over and we were more sober the atmosphere was a little awkward between me and Douglas. He told me to have a good rest and he will text me in the morning, we waved each other goodbyes as the door of the lift shut. As I lied down on bed that night, recalling what had transpired made me curious and my body yearning for more…