SEX ON A TRAIN… Wicked Wednesday: 200
Sex on a Train… for Rebel’s 200th
Recently I read a story, Risky Sex: Almost Getting Caught on Girl on the Net’s blog. I tried to think of the first ‘risky’ thing I had done like that. Here’s the story.
My first experiment with Risky Sex was when I was 14or 15…
We were on a train to San Francisco with a church group. My pal and I met some girls from another town, and we had this little pint of whiskey we had swiped from a grocery store and we thought we were pretty hot stuff. The girls were our age, or maybe a little older, and they started talking about sex, of which we didn’t know too much. Well, the one I was sitting next to put her jacket over our laps, slid her hand into my pants and started rubbing my cock. I did the same till I felt her wiry pubic hair and tried to finger her pussy, but the angle was wrong so I could only rub the lips. I didn’t know what the hell I was doing; but it was exciting,I was hard, and I came quickly. She laughed and rubbed the jizz from her hand on my jeans, and that was the end of that.
While we were doing that, trying to be so stealth, one of the female chaperones walked by and stared at us. I was kind of scared the whole time we would be caught, and about died when she looked straight at me, but nothing was ever said.
That was the first time someone touched my cock other than I, and it would be some years before someone, other than I, made me ejaculate.
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Congratulations to Marie Rebelle for hosting 200 consecutive weeks of Wicked Wednesday! I thought this would be a fun entry, since it was my first experience in wickedness… xoxo ~ Elliott
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How did you not get busted? She must not have cared enough. Lol
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I’ve wondered that to this day.
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Oooh those first times. I love thinking back on my first times and how it started something beautiful…
Thank you for joining in for the 200th Wicked Wednesday. On to the next 200 and hope to see you with everyone of those 🙂
Rebel xox
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Thanks, Rebel!
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Isn’t it strange how sometimes those things stay with us! Not necessarily the best, but a milestone in our journey(s).
And so well remembered . . . it was obviously one of your milestones!
Xxx – K
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It was and a fond memory. More so, because I had no idea what I was doing. Lots of fun stories from those innocent (and stupid) days.
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My husband got busted at school for fucking a girl in the girls locker room. The real funny bit about the story is that he knows full well the teacher (female) who busted them, watched them, and only stepped forward and revealed herself when they had finished.
Mollyxxx
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That’s a good one. Can you imagine that today?
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As a former teacher, I had to laugh. I can totally picture her train of thought. “Well kid, I know what you’re doing, and you know I know. Don’t make me acknowledge I know what you’re doing.”
It reminds me of one night in early1998
I was in college I was dating another freshman who lived at home and my roommate was ALWAYS in our room. So we made out in random parking lots my campus, his campus, and other campuses (I went to college in Boston–lots of universities and parking lots). We got caught when he was fingering me–my tits were exposed and so was my pussy. The cop looked at us, rolled his eyes, and his look said “I don’t feel like doing paperwork” so he just said “leave.”
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Great story. “Leave”… I love it.
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Ah those firsts. Always so well remembered!
Velvet x
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Indeed!
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