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Hello you love my last stories, I have been asked a few times whether I was only on women. No, I don’t just like women, sexually at least, it is only so that my urge to women is much larger than men and I could no longer imagine a relationship with a man but only with a woman. Nevertheless, I don’t have a purely lesbian past and that’s why today it’s about a hetero experience that I had some time ago.
It was shortly after my studies began. There is no preliminary count of this story because I have to say that the event has not been announced in any way and I was a little unprepared. It was a Monday morning that started as normal as possible, I got up, enjoyed my breakfast, got ready and left before 7. 00 a.m. the house towards the university, everything as usual. On this day I wore a black leggings (yes it was tight, well-fitting leggings are always very narrow ^^), plus a loose top, a knitted cardigan and my white adidas.
Underneath I wore a black top bra and a simple but sweet tanga, gray and on the waistband pink. So I went to the train station, on the way I got mine mobile out, put the headphones on and turned me on, as always I just put the cell phone in front of my leggings and continued. When I arrived at the train station, I got a coffee at the bakery and went to the S-Bahn. I already heard the first announcements on the platform and who knows Munich, you also know that it sometimes happens that the S-Bahnen does not drive because of a fault.
I was a little annoyed but to have a really bad mood, I was just too tired, so I stood on the platform, sipping my coffee again and again, but I was still too hot anyway and listened a little thought out of my music. So the time passed and because the S-Bahnen did not drive the platform and fuller. I looked around a little, saw a few pretty girls, saw a few boys, a few men … yes, a few are looking at me but who takes care of that.
A few meters away from me was a guy, only a little older than me, and he couldn’t let his eyes from me at all but, unlike some others Legs And depending on how I was standing, he tells me on my butt or on the crotch. He stared so intrusive that he didn’t even notice how I looked at him as if I wanted to tell him “What’s the point, staring somewhere else”.
But his gaze was further directed between my legs. Inside I had to grin a little but of course I showed the annoyed feminist and went a few steps further so that he couldn’t see me anymore. I waited for a while, looked at the clock again and again and realized that I could no longer appear on time for my first lecture. The platform was still fuller and soon the people crowded close together.
At some point (after a felt eternity) there was finally an S-Bahn towards the city center again. When they stopped, of course, all the people pushed in, I could no longer say how I did it but I also stood in the S-Bahn soon, surrounded by countless people who are just on the way to work, in the School, Uni or anywhere else and therefore everyone was very annoyed by the S-Bahn fault. Immediately it was so full that you could no longer move, in all directions I was pressed close to strangers, for example there was a really sweet girl right in front of me.
She was a little smaller than me, was very slim, had put her school bag on the floor and her body was pressed close to me because it was so full. But also anywhere else around me it put people on me, I turned my head to look around (because I couldn’t turn more of me) and I saw who was behind me: the slippery guy from the platform. Only now I couldn’t just go away.
How did he manage to stand behind me so targeted in the fray? I looked at him for a short moment, he had medium -length light brown styled hair, wore a rather casual checkered shirt, looked very neatly and looked like a really dear guy. To do this, he wore a short trousers and Nikes (which I could not see at this point, but I liked it later). So I looked at him and somehow he was cute … cute?!? He had blown me like an animal beforehand and now I found it cute?!? I quickly turned back to bring myself back to other thoughts with the sight of the sweet mouse in front of me and I quickly lost myself in my music again and as well as as far as it was possible, I even managed to drink my coffee, whatMy mood improved a little again (what is a morning without coffee ^^).
Finally the S-Bahn started and the usual wobbling of the wagons started, which caused everyone to be pressed against everyone, but with the press the guy behind me has become increasingly conscious to me. I had the feeling that he was getting closer to me even though he was already pressed close to me anyway. So dense that I even … yes, I realized what I felt about my buttocks. As I said, I wore a leggings and through the thin fabric I could feel exactly that something was slowly beginning in my back man’s pants.
This perverse … just get a stand and press it on my buttocks, I thought to myself. But when I thought about it, I also noticed that he had no other choice. If you would see it from his point of view, you could say I press my not exactly hidden buttocks directly to his thing. No wonder he gets hard. I turned my eyes back to look at it, and he looked at me too and smiled.
And this stupid smile was so nice and honest … I hated myself that I smiled back, I didn’t want him to think I would be somehow interested in him. So I looked forward again, the S-Bahn continued and the wobbling I felt the joy of the guy more and more clearly. The bump pressed against my buttocks and because leggings are also elastic, I soon felt his joy a little between my buttocks.
That was the moment I found that despite my aversion it was not a bad feeling. It was difficult for me to admit that but now I could no longer deny the feeling: I enjoyed it! I was just glad that nobody could see what happened behind me. Over time, his little friend pressed on my butt very tightly and when the S-Bahn wobbled he pressed even more firmly on it. That happened again and again, with every movement … until I found that it didn’t just happen with a wobble but also in between.
I didn’t know what to think of it but before I got to think about it, he gave me the reason for new thoughts. Because suddenly I felt something went along the side between my bottom and his step and rested on my buttocks, I felt five smaller pressure points that lay on my right buttocks. I was shocked by his grapping hand, I made big eyes, didn’t know how to react, but it wouldn’t have worked away anyway, because the S-Bahn was still too full for that.
I practically held on to my coffee mug, was very unsettled, almost shy and just didn’t react at all. This led the guy to gripped his hand firmly into my buttocks and kept stroking my two buttocks. My heart pounded faster, out of nervousness I always took a sip of coffee and then swallowed myself up, because what I felt now no longer played behind me but rather below me.
His nimble fingers stroked the top of my thigh on the inside and then slowly drove between my legs, stroked up and gently massaged my column from below through the thin fabric. I had to twist my eyes a little, because he now started massaging my pussy through the fabric and had his fingertips on the front of my clit. To my amazement, I also noticed that my legs were no longer as close together as before but were a bit further apart as if I wanted to encourage him to continue, I stretched my butt a little and so it is better to minePussy came.
My pelvis started moving and not suddenly I kept my coffee mug on my lips, stopped the air and sometimes pressed my eyes because I knew that he would not have to go on long and I could one more long and I could orgasm no longer prevent. Finally my stop came, so I was redeemed. Relieved but still with the breath, I pushed myself past the sweet mouse and the other people and came out of the S-Bahn a little exhausted.
I still clung to my coffee mug and went towards the escalator to the subway. What struck me with the first steps was the unusually strong grating on my labia and I became aware of it: the fabric in my step was wet … I went to the escalator, where I dared to look between my legs and saw that not onlymy panties were affected, but also the leggings. I was happy that I chose a black leggings in the morning, because the stain was relatively inconspicuous.
Still he was seen and I couldn’t hide him. But I couldn’t do anything about it, except to hope that my excitement will soon let up and the stain dries. When I arrived at the subway, I wanted to get in, turned again and my heart almost stopped when I suddenly saw the grapes right behind me. He also got into the subway and looked at me all the time. Many people were here too, but it was not as full as in the S-Bahn and you could move even more freely.
Now he couldn’t make it look like the physical closeness was pure coincidence. I was happy … very happy … and yet I was not entirely satisfied with the situation. I felt…. how encouraged and then calm. It was a mess of feelings but one thing I knew with certainty: the guy that only stood a little bit away from me just grated the pussy. So what should be embarrassed if I just … and I did it without thinking about.
I turned my back to him, came a little closer to him … ever closer until my buttocks pressed his step again. I didn’t have to wait and immediately he put his arm around me as if I was his girlfriend and put his hand on my stomach. I moved as inconspicuously as I could up and down a little and rubbed myself on his step. I put my head back, in its direction and kissed it.
The kiss did not need a warm -up phase and immediately our tongues were fully used. I forgot for a moment when I was, his hand stroked my stomach, my butt pressed his hard bump, with my left hand I pressed his pelvis and he stroked his hand further down and was back on thewet place in my step. He stroked over it and let his fingers grate over my column and my wet spot grew bigger.
Then the time had come, the university stop … I was startled, listened to kissing him, frozen briefly, looked forward again. I realized what we did and, above all, I realized where we did. A few people looked at us from the corner of the eye, but said nothing. I jumped forward and just made it out of the subway before the doors closed. I had to take a deep breath and then of course noticed that the guy had got out.
I looked at him puzzled, he smiled friendly and said “What is it? You are not the only one in Munich that studies “. We went up, I was very unsettled and had to see him again and again and he grinned at me every time. Once at the top we went towards the university and suddenly he put his arm around me, drove down and put his hand on my buttocks. When we were on the way I noticed how he kept pushing me in a certain direction and so I didn’t go to where I actually had to go.
We passed the university buildings to the entrance to the English Garden. I knew what he was up to, actually didn’t want something like that happen, but for some reason I didn’t do anything about it and went there with him. We went a little further to the trees and the bushes and then he turned me to himself and immediately kissed me wildly, reached my bottom with both hands and I jumped up on him and clung to him as if packed by a reflexfirmly.
We kissed for a while until he stopped me again and I had to giggle. Because I too have Internet And know certain videos that you can find online and I knew exactly what came now. And even if that sounds like a cliché, I went to my knees, opened his shorts that fell straight to the ground. His checkered boxer already had a few small spots and I thought “so I’m not the only one who got wet spots”.
Of course I got it out right away. Maybe now you expect that his thing was particularly big and thick but to be honest, it was just normal, not small, not big, but very well maintained (which is important to me) and also quite pretty. That’s why I had no inhibitions and kissed it carefully, licked a little, then opened my mouth and started it too blow. At first rather shy and careful but soon much deeper, stronger and wet.
After a while I stopped bubbles, looked up at him and saw his smile. I got up and turned to a tree. We stood in the middle of the bushes but now I saw that the bike path was only a few meters ahead of us. The cyclists just drove over and very rarely someone gave a quick look at us and I didn’t know if these people could see what was happening with us.
So I leaned forward, supported myself on the tree and stretched my butt a little back. Immediately the leggings and tanga were pulled down to my knees. He didn’t hesitate long, I immediately felt his thing between my legs. He pressed it towards my column and because I was so wet he just slid in. I had to stop the air but I enjoyed the feeling of how he was in me.
He pressed it very calmly and firmly into me for a moment, then he started to fuck me slowly. Again and again he pushed it into my damp sliding hole and my breathing grew stronger and led me to moan at the individual bumps. He came closer to me from behind, held my mouth with his hand and whispered in my ear “We don’t want to be heard”. I pressed my eyes to help myself and he still kept my mouth to me.
With the other hand he drove to my butt, gave me a slight slap on it and then stroked my buttocks back and forth over my butt. He put his thumb between my buttocks and when he pressed him closer to my tight little buttock, I bit me a little in his fingers in his other hand to keep still. He pressed his thumb firmly on it, he must have done it wet beforehand because he slowly slid into my buttocks and made a few circular movements there.
He pushed more firmly, I felt his penis we started pulsating in my pussy, my legs collapsed under this feeling and he kept me with his left arm so that I didn’t fall to the ground. I wanted to scream out, but I was able to lower it on a soft moan, but I shrugged like wild and my finger in my butt let everything be black around me while I felt one splash after the other from his penis in my pussy and noticed howI full with his sperm Was while he pressed his hard thing into my pussy.
He splashed everything into me and there wasn’t exactly a little. His bumps became less and his thing rested in my pussy, we both calmed down slowly, both still had to breathe and when he pulled his finger out of my butt again my environment was aware and I wondered if someone was therehas seen. In any case, nobody stopped and gave it up, that was a good sign.
He pulled his thing out of me again and I saw that he was still dripping. I briefly went to my knees, licked the last drops, got up again, and pulled my tanga up and the leggings up again. I actually thought he would ask me about my number or at least for my name, but everything he said was “thank you”, then he closed his pants, gave me a kiss on my cheek, grabbed my butt againand went away.
I was very surprised, I didn’t quite understand what all of this was supposed to. Then I slowly came out of the bushes and made my way to the university. Again I noticed the itching in the crotch because the leggings were still super wet and the sperm came out of my column with every step. Surprisingly, it was no longer uncomfortable or embarrassing, I did not pay attention to the people around me at all, but continued to be lost in thought and just let it run into my panties.
When I got to the university, I noticed that my first lecture was already over, so I went on to the second one. I sat next to a friend and she asked me where I was before. I told her that the S-Bahn did not drive properly but she also said that I look so different and grin so, so I don’t know if she believed it for me. Fortunately, I had two lectures in a row in the same lecture hall and after that my step was no longer so striking wet.
I could even concentrate on the lecture. The feeling of a stranger in the morning in the morning and then being fucked behind a tree simply made me awake and let me come through the lectures, and without another coffee. I hope you like the first hetero experience of which I tell here. If you have any questions, please feel free to write to me, I try to answer all of you. And if you like what I write or if you are interested in certain experiences, please write it in the comments.
Many greetings, Nina.
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