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Next time it’s my turn.Hard to shake the words from my thoughts as I lay on top of the rumpled covers, the back of my head sunk into my pillow as I stared at the ceiling, trying not to think too much about what had just happened, an impossible feat. After all, I’d just orgasmed in front of a girl whose name I didn’t even know simply because she’d told me to. She’d given me her number after. While I couldn’t deny that I was attracted to her, the truth was, I’d never been with another girl before. I’d fantasized about it, more than once, and I had no hang ups about the theoretical possibility of it, but that was as far as it went.Next time it’s my turn. She expected me to call her and, truth was, I felt compelled in a way. Despite her being younger than I, there was a confidence in her demeanor that had driven me to do things that both excited and embarrassed me. I already knew that I would call her, despite my misgivings. I continued to play with my clit aggressively, pausing to lift my fingers to my lips, my tongue sliding over the tips slowly, imagining it was her I was tasting, wondering if her snatch would taste like mine, or differently. Then, closing my eyes, I slid my fingers into my soaked pussy and gave in to my desires.I rolled my hips, lifting them off the mattress so that I could curve my fingers inside my sloppy cunt, pads searching for that perfect spot and, with a shuddering moan, finding it. I pulled my knees up, spreading myself wider and began pinching and pulling at my nipple as I began to finger fuck myself savagely, desperate to make myself come, imagining her weight on the bed beside me, her gaze fastened to my exposed pussy, smiling at the sight of my puffy lips and swollen clit and the sounds my fingers made as I thrust them in and out, caught between the desire to prolong the sensations that I was feeling and the ecstasy that was just so close, so very close…A stray thought entered my head, one I almost acted on. I could call her now. I could let her listen to me panting and moaning as I writhed on top of my quilt. I could let her hear me gasp as my eyes rolled slightly back, my back arched, and my body quivered on the edge. I wanted to so badly, almost as badly as I wanted to simply lose myself in mind numbing ecstasy.In my head, I heard her voice just then; come for me. With a breathless cry I came, and came hard. For her…Afterwards, I simply lay there breathlessly, my legs splayed out on the covers, my dress bunched up around my waist. I licked my lips slowly, bringing my fingers, once more, to my mouth, and sucking them clean, pretending it was her taste once again. I so wanted to call her and admit to what I’d just done, but I couldn’t bring myself to. Not yet, at least. Oh, I knew I would call. It was inevitable – a forgone conclusion, but not yet, not today. I wanted her to think that I had some control left, even if I knew better.oOoI held out until after dinner, having picked up my phone and the receipt with her number on it at least three times before I finally made the call, my heart beating erratically as I listened to the dial tone once… twice… a third time…“Hello?”“Hi,” I managed, my voice barely above a whisper, wondering what else to say, suddenly inspired to mumble, “Fries and a diet Pepsi. No ketchup.”I was greeted by the most delightful laugh, one that came from low in her throat “You looked hot coming for me.”“I- I’ve never done anything like that before.”“Good. Then I don’t have to feel jealous. Tell me how it felt.”“Dirty,” I whispered, feeling my face growing warm at the memory. I felt myself growing aroused, my panties growing damp at the memory as I waited for reply.“Good. Now tell me what happened when you got home, dirty girl.” The last two words came out as a purr that shook whatever composure that remained. I searched for words, the silence stretching out until I couldn’t bear it, my admission coming out in a rush.“Made myself come again.” Eyes closed, I felt my legs spreading slightly, my free hand slowly pulling the hem of my skirt up, exposing my wet panties, my fingertips teasing my pussy through the damp material.“I hope you were thinking of me,” she said, teasingly.“Yes,” I replied, pushing the crotch of my panties to one side almanbahis şikayet so that I could slowly stroke along my puffy labia, almost sighing with pleasure.“And now?”“I-“ I managed, unable, or unwilling, to come clean.“You’re playing with your pretty little pussy, aren’t you, dirty girl.”It wasn’t a question. I nodded slowly, blushing as I realized she had no way of seeing the gesture.“Yes,” I confessed.“Show me, dirty girl.” Apparently, that was to be her pet name for me, bringing me to the realization that I’d never told her my name, nor did I know hers. Maybe it didn’t matter or maybe it was better that way.“Show you?”“Picture’s worth a thousand words.”Panic hit me. Too much, too fast, was my first reaction. I almost laughed, remembering what I had done earlier, came for her in my car while she watched, and how it had felt. Taking a deep breath, I worked my panties to one side so that my entire pussy was exposed, opened up an app, positioned my phone between my thighs and began stroking my clit with one finger, the flush of shame making my face burn as I gave her a private show.“Good girl. You’re making me hot. Can’t help playing with my pussy. Keep going, until I tell you to stop. And, pet?”It was disconcerting hearing her voice from between my thighs as I pleasured myself.“Yes?” I panted, loud enough for her to hear.“No coming. It’s my turn. Understood?”“Uh huh, yeah,” I managed, my eyes closed tightly as I forced myself to take it easy, intent on following her instructions to the letter, wondering once more, about the hold she seemed to have on me.“Finger fuck yourself, give me a show.”I sucked in a huge breath, holding it and then letting it out slowly, as I pressed the tips of two fingers, the lavender polish covering my nails already shining with my juices, between my spread lips, poised as I listened carefully to the faint sounds of her quickening breaths over the phone. Another breath, this one almost a sigh, as I slowly penetrated my dripping wet snatch, taking my time, the feel of my knuckles brushing against my mound intoxicating.“That’s it, dirty girl. Damn.” I could hear the lust in her words, a slight tremble in her voice as she drew the last word out. It was easy to imagine her in her bedroom, propped up against a pillow, her own fingers mirroring my own, licking her lips as she watched. The vision turned my on beyond belief. If only I could watch her while she watched me.Heart beating rapidly, a mixture of trepidation and arousal, I did my best to put on a show worth of a newly minted porn starlet, working my fingers slowly in and out of my sopping wet cunt, pausing occasionally to smear them on my mound and tease my swollen clit as I bit my lip and moaned with pleasure. I felt decadent. Dirty. Sexy.“Fucking hot,” her voice dripping with passion spurred me on. Finger fuck yourself, she had told me. Unable to hold out any longer, I abandoned teasing myself slowly and simply threw myself into it, thrusting my fingers into my wet hole, my breath catching as I spread my legs as wide as I could manage and began to ram my hand against my cunt, grunting softly, my feet lifting from the bed.“Don’t you dare come!” she growled, reminding me who was in charge here. I wasn’t sure if I could oblige her, but I would try.“Fuck,” I groaned, as a heated whimper spilled from my phone. From the sounds she was making, she was really getting into it now. God, I wanted so badly to be able to watch.I kept at it, careful not to push myself too far, staying away from the edge, despite the cravings of my hungry cunt, my fingers dripping as I felt the covers growing damp beneath me, nipples almost painfully hard, making me wish I had a free hand to pinch them with.“Fu-“. The word cut off suddenly, followed by a sharp intake of breath and then an impassioned cry of pure pleasure, leaving no doubt that she had just climaxed, and hard. Thumb alternately stoking, caressing, and pressing into my clit, I felt myself quickly approaching that same place, my thoughts focused only on one thing, how good it would feel to simply give in.“Stop,” she said, her voice still shaking with ecstasy, repeating it a second time, this time, more firmly, and then a third until, finally, it sunk in and almanbahis canlı casino I reluctantly put a stop to fucking myself, panting with need, my motionless fingers shaking deep within my pussy.After that, the only sounds were that of my heavy breathing, the silence drawing out until I started to wonder if she was still there.“Dirty little girl,” she giggled and then popping her p’s as she continued. “And such a pretty little wet pussy.”“I need to come. Please,” I begged her, feeling foolish.“I know, but I don’t want you to,” she replied, cheerfully, then softly humming to herself while I digested that in silence. It wasn’t like she could stop me and yet, she had a hold on me that was undeniable. As frustrated as I felt, I didn’t want to end our little game by breaking the rules. With an exasperated sigh, I withdrew my fingers and turned off the app that allowed her to watch me, uncaring that I was making a mess of my phone.“Not until you are so desperate that you’ll do whatever I tell you to. Not now. Not today. Not tomorrow. Not until I tell you to.”It felt like my heart leaped from my chest into my throat as I shook my head in denial.“No,” I protested, pressing my phone against my cheek, smearing a little pussy juice against my cheek.“Yes,” she pushed on, her sweet girlish voice at odds with her words. “From this point on, your greedy little pussy belongs to me if you want to keep playing this little game of ours. Your call. Think about it. See you at the drive through tomorrow. ”And, just like, she ended the call, leaving me frustrated and conflicted, a condition that had no signs of abetting any time soon.oOoIt was impossible not to think of her and of what I had done. Nor was it possible to keep my mind off of the desire to rip off my panties which seemed perpetually damp and get myself off. It was bad enough having to deal with the urge into the evening. The next day it became an inconvenient distraction bordering on obsession as it drew nearer to lunchtime.oOo“Can I take your order, please?” There was nothing in her voice that was vaguely erotic and yet, I felt my pussy flooding, soaking through my panties as I voiced my order.“Fries and a diet Pepsi,” I managed, my heart pounding in my chest as images of yesterday’s debauchery made themselves fresh in my mind’s eye.“Fries and a diet Pepsi,” she repeated, popping her p’s as always.“Anything else?” she asked, unable to mask a touch of giggle in her tone.“Nothing,” I murmured, blushing at the unspoken thoughts filling my head as I pulled up behind two other cars, impatiently awaiting my turn, window rolled down in anticipation.All too soon, there she was, her luxurious brown hair pulled back in a ponytail, her dark eyes sparkling knowingly, her plump lips curving into a knowing smile.“Would you like ketchup with that?” she asked, handing over my drink as she leaned nonchalantly forward, giving me a good look at her perfect ripe breasts, eyes flickering downwards, her gaze settling on hem of my skirt barely covering a third of my thighs.“No, thank you.”Her mouth moved silently forming words, slowly enough that they were easy to decipher. Show me. Placing my drink in the cup holder, I reached for my order, using my free hand to lift the hem of my skirt as I spread my legs, giving her a good look at my pink cotton panties, unable to resist peeking between my own thighs, a sense of mortification taking hold at the sight of the large wet patch that greeted me.“Have a nice day,” she said cheerfully, handing over my receipt before withdrawing, on to the next costumer as I drove off, eager to read the quick note she’s scrawled on the back.Enjoy dessert was all it said. Momentarily confused, I opened the bag, and glanced in, sucking in a sharp breath at the sight of a pair of red lace panties nestled next to my fries, the material over the crotch darker, obviously soaked with the juices of her cunt. Unable to help myself, I withdrew them and undid my seatbelt, leaning over so that my face was out of sight as I pressed them against my nose and inhaled her scent, detecting a hint of mango. Cheeks burning with shame, I extended my tongue and licked them, getting my first taste of her before buckling back up and driving almanbahis casino quickly away, my meal nearly forgotten as the urge to play with my pussy became nearly overwhelming.I had to end this. It was as simple as that. Tomorrow I would go grab a bite to eat at one of the hundreds of fast food places that didn’t feature young sirens with perfect breasts who viewed me as their personal plaything. Tomorrow I wouldn’t have to listen to a girl, whose name I didn’t even know, pop her p’s and ask me if I wanted ketchup and tell me to show her my panties…That night, I am ashamed to say, I fell asleep with her pretty red panties clutched loosely in my hand, her intoxicating scent teasing my senses, my own panties impossibly wet as I cupped and stroked myself into an uneasy sleep.oOo“Fries. And a diet Pepsi. Please.”She couldn’t help but notice the way my voice shook. I tried not to think of what she thought of me, or would think of me once she saw what I was wearing. Biting my lip, I forced myself to stay focused.“Will that be all?”“Yes,” I mumbled, driving to the window, my courage, if not my resolve, quickly fading as I pulled to a stop alongside the drive thru window, my foot firmly on the brake, unable to meet her eyes.“Ketchup?”I had to admit that I was secretly pleased at the way her voice caught as she handed over my meal. Not hard to understand why. I’d pulled over half a block away and taken off my skirt, leaving it on the passenger seat, allowing her a good look at what I was wearing underneath – a pair of red lace panties. Her unwashed red lace panties, and yes, they were wet with arousal.“Dirty girl,” she said, her voice low and soft and full of approval and followed by a gesture – on hand, finger and thumb extended and pressed to the side of her head, followed by five outstretched fingers flashed twice. Call me. Ten. I felt a stab of strange joy as I took my bag and drove away, not stopping until I got home, my meal mostly uneaten. Ten o’clock could not come soon enough.oOoI have been less stressed out about what to wear on actual dates. I wasn’t sure who I was dressing up for, her or me, but I felt it was essential to look my best and, when I called, be prompt, as well. Giddy, I made myself as comfortable as I could on the love seat in my living room after checking and double checking all the blinds and curtains to make sure the outside world couldn’t see in and dimming the lights. Then, I simply waited, keeping myself distracted by surfing the internet.Ten o’clock took forever to arrive yet, when it did, I wasn’t at all prepared.“Hello,” she answered after the fifth tone, nervousness multiplying with each unanswered ring.“It’s me,” I breathed weakly, unsure of what else to say.“I know, dirty girl. I enjoyed your gift today. Very imaginative. Makes me wonder how long you were wearing them.” It was impossible not to hear the hint of amusement in her voice.“All day,” I admitted, feeling a rush of humiliated arousal building.“You didn’t sleep in them?”“No. I… with them. On my pillow. So I could smell them. Smell you.”“Ah,” she said with a playful chuckle. “What are you wearing now? Not just panties. Everthing.”“I don’t even know your name,” I blurted out, barely managing to keep my voice under control.“No, you don’t, dirty girl.” she replied sweetly. “I’m waiting.”Silence was not an option, much as I wished it was at that precise moment.“Lavender panties and bra with periwinkle lace trim and a little bow on the front.”“Pretty,” she interjected softly, a smile in her voice, giving me enough confidence to continue.“Royal blue mini skirt and a capped sleeve buttoned white blouse.”“Shoes? And how is your hair done up?”“Sandals. And it’s loose.”“Go find a band that matches your skirt and put it up in a ponytail for me. Then I want you to take a picture and send it to me. I’ll call you back when I get it,” she told me, ending the call before I could even think of a response.It didn’t take me long to fulfill her requests, using the full length mirror in the master bathroom to pose awkwardly and snap a selfie which I texted immediately to her.Several moments later, the phone chimed. Unlike her, I didn’t let it ring twice.“Very pretty,” she told me without preamble. I couldn’t help but blush at the compliment. “You been a good girl and keeping your hands off of my snatch?”Unable to ignore her choice of words, I found myself unable to speak for a moment, finally managing a meek, “Sort of?” Uncomfortable aware of my panties growing moist.
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