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".