"B" Is For Bold
(F-Solo Mast)
I've been writing this one all day while I'm at work. I'm
supposed to be working on formatting a technical datasheet for one of the products our
company sells, and instead I've spent most of the day sitting in front of the computer
trying to relate just how my experience with Bobbi affected me. It's actually kind
of thrilling, since I don't have my own office, and there are always people coming and
going within feet of my desk. Any one of them at any time could take a peek over my
shoulder and catch a glimpse of what I'm really working on. What would my coworkers
think if they could read only a sentence or two of what I've written? What about the
customers who stroll in and out, mostly unannounced? My God, how about my boss?!? I
love this!
Writing a story at work may only count as a mild form of exhibitionism, but the fact that
I'm doing something that I'm not supposed to--at work yet--and it involves something
sexual... I'm finding it a major turn-on. But I've had something of an risk-taking
streak for many years now. Probably the most memorable time was shortly after my
experience with Bobbi in the middle of a cornfield with almost two dozen people standing
around and watching. I hadn't thought much of it then, because I had got lost in the
moment, but later I thought about how every guy and girl at that party had seen every part
of my body, and had watched as I brought Bobbi to an orgasm with nothing more than some
unskilled licks of my tongue.
I was surprised I didn't feel embarrassed about it. If anything, the more I thought
about it the more excited I got. I'd be sitting in one of my classes, and my mind
would flashback to that night, and before I knew it I'd be smiling dreamily and squirming
in my chair. No one ever gave me any funny looks back then (though they would later
in High School) but I always had to wonder if any of my classmates had ever noticed the
smell of horny cunt that had to come from my direction whenever I slipped off into a
daydream of that night.
God, could I get away with fingering myself right there in the middle of my English class?
Atmospheric Science? Or even American History... (the class I had found
myself more and more interested in participating in, most likely because our teach for
that class was just out of college, in her first year of teaching, and she was a
knockout!) Could I bring myself off, thinking about what I could do to her, without
getting caught? I never tried it, but such thoughts were on my mind a lot.
There was just something about taking the risk that got my heart pounding and my juices
flowing.
For weeks after my experience with Bobbi, I thought often of what we did that night, but I
also thought of what might have been. I used my imagination often about what we might have
done if she'd really been into it, and I frigged myself so often that I was sure everyone
could smell my juices as my legs squished together. I had opened a door to my personality
I'd never imagined was there, and I liked being inside that secret room.
One day, soon after the cornfield party, we had all just come in from gym. We'd just run
the mile, and we were all panting (some wheezing) and glistening with sweat. I sat down on
the bench by my locker to take my sneaks off, and I looked around. My God! I was
surrounded by feminine bodies! Our T's were clinging like Saran wrap, and all I could see
were hard little nips projecting from soft, jiggly breasts. Everywhere I turned, that's
all I could focus on. I love to exercise, and it can be a real physical turn-on for me.
That day, my pussy was just as dripping as the sweat on my forehead.
Everyone was stripping down to shower, and of course I did too. That was even worse! We
were almost touching each other in the overcrowded shower. All those bodies - so close and
yet so far from me. My girlfriend Charlene asked me to do her back, and I did. I took
every bit of my will power not to just run my hands all over her body, though her body
isn't one you'd ever see in a magazine anywhere. She did my back too, and I closed my eyes
and imagined that we were about to go to bed together.... I had to snap myself back to
reality, and quickly!
I was so conscious of my thoughts that I imagined that they could all read my mind. I
glanced from face to face furtively, wondering if anyone had, if anyone was having the
same thrill I was. I wanted so much to find someone that shared my secret passion. I left
the shower as soon as I could, before I lost control of myself. I stood in front of my
locker. The rough surface of my towel stimulated my nipples. I wished they were longer, so
I could suck them. As I continued to dry my body, I slipped the towel between my legs.
When I drew the towel across my pussy, I got such a pleasant jolt that my knees felt weak.
I reached behind me and took the other end of the towel. Now I could pull it back and
forth right on my pussy, and on my ass, too. I closed my eyes, and I drew it harder and
harder against myself. I was very close to cumming.
I opened my eyes with a start. This wouldn't do! I sure didn't want to get caught frigging
myself off in the locker room. I draped the towel over my shoulder and strolled casually
over to the john. I closed the door and sat down. The chilly seat sent a different thrill
through me. I spread my legs and closed my eyes. All I could see was a sea of writhing
pink bodies all around me. Female bodies. My hand caressed my pussy - hard. I came so fast
that I almost cried out, but I didn't want to stop. I imagined myself sucking Bobbi off in
the cornfield. I slid my slippery finger up and down my cunt, imagining that it was
Bobbi's tongue, that this time she was very willing. This pleasant fantasy lasted for a
long time before reality crept in. I suddenly realized that I wasn't hearing any voices
from the locker room.
I hurried back to the room, and no one was there. They all seemed to have gotten dressed
and left, though I could hear voices in the hallway just outside. I sat down on the hard
bench, still glowing with the heat of my passion. I closed my eyes and leaned back a
little. In my mind, all the girls were still there. Keeping my eyes shut tight, I slid off
the bench and onto my knees. The girls were all smiling at me, and they were lining up in
front of me. I couldn't see their faces, but one by one they approached me as I waited
submissively for each of them. I slid my hands around to cup each ass, and I drew each
cunt to my waiting, sucking lips. One after another, in a seemingly endless stream, one
cunt after another filled my mouth with its juices, and I drank them all down like the
slut I was.
I was masturbating, my head tossed back and my eyes closed, when I suddenly became aware
that I could be discovered any minute. What if someone came back for some forgotten item?
I wanted them to! I got up, my legs spread wide apart, and I stood deliberately only a
couple of feet from the unlocked door. I was totally naked, of course. I pinched my
nipples and pulled on them. Someone was going to come in. I was sure of it. I wanted them
to see me, to watch what I was doing to my body. I started to rub my cunt again, certain
that one of the girls (in my imagination) was kneeling between my legs and sucking me. We
were going to get caught, I knew it! Then I would have to suck off the girl who had caught
us enjoying our perverted pleasure. I knew that I was going to have to kneel before the
girl, facing her hot pink cunt. Then I would have to draw those burning hot lips apart and
she'd make me kiss her, right on her clitoris, and I'd have to suck it, too. Right there
in public with people watching me!
Caught up in that fancy, I turned around and faced the door. I was only a couple of feet
away from it. My finger was dripping with my juices, and I sucked it for a minute. Then
with the fingers of my left hand, I spread my cunt apart. Then I slowly pushed my middle
finger into my pussy. I didn't stop until it was all the way in. Now I would be fully
exposed to the next girl who came in. I could hear voices outside the door, and I thrilled
at the possibility I was going to be caught. I pushed my finger in and out of my cunt. I
wanted them to see how depraved I was. They would make me pay when they caught me. I
started to rub right on top of my slippery clit while I frigged myself. 'Here I am!' I
screamed silently, 'Come in and see what I'm doing to myself, and make me do it to you,
too!'
I had such a powerful orgasm that this time I did cry out. The voices in the hallway
stopped suddenly. My legs were trembling weakly, partly from my orgasm, and partly from
fear that my fantasy would become fact. I stood there patiently with my finger still deep
in my cunt. They were coming closer to the door, I was sure. I held my breath expectantly.
'Please, oh, please,' I thought, 'Please come in and be with me!'. I waited and waited,
and I thought I heard some whispering, but nothing happened. I was alone.
For the first time in my life, I felt truly alone. There was a void in me, and I
desperately needed to fill it. i swore to myself that it would be filled. I
didn't know how, but I was determined, and I was willing. Oh, so very willing.