 Something that is important to you and had an effect on your sexuality (positive or negative) but was not mentioned in the list of the questions. Possibly - extreme situations: sexual harassment, abuse, etc. Any other event you feel like speaking about.
I have my extreme story to tell too. It happened last summer at my friend's dacha. I used to spend weekends there. I had my own keys, because often I came there on Fridays, while Larisa was not able to come earlier than Saturday. So one Friday I arrived at about 2 in the afternoon.
That Friday was my day off, because the night before I had a remarkable date with my new lover (the one I am with now) and I found a decent excuse to get a day off from work. I felt just great, I was still under the spell of everything that happened that night. I took a love story with me and went to the woods to sunbathe.
I had my favorite clearing, went there often, not really worried about anything. Actually I enjoy little 'extreme', and possible would not be scared if somebody saw me there. Never happened before, unfortunately. : -))
That day I was very relaxed, lay on my belly and indulged in erotic fantasies, pondering on what happened the night before and heating myself up with the love story. I felt like... something...: - ))
That was why when I heard rustling sound in the bushes, I was not at all scared, but even unhooked my bra on the back and pretended to be fully absorbed with my book. The rustle and sounds of steps continued for long time. I even though that I must have been done all preparations for a stray dog.
Then I saw a figure at the edge of the opening. That was quite an admirer - the neighbors' boy with a basket of mushrooms in his hand! I was disappointed at first, then... I had a crazy idea...: - ) Think of me what you want, they do call me a stinker, by the way... But it seemed very funny to me to tease and embarrass him...
I raised my head from the book, said hi to him and admired his basketful of mushrooms. Asked him to come closer and show me the mushrooms. When he came closer I rose myself a bit. My breasts, exactly as I planned it, slipped out of the cups of my bra.
The boy was dumfounded. I set up, took his basket and, as if the situation was perfectly normal, started looking through his mushrooms, asking stupid questions about what kind they were, where he found them and so on. He answered in a trembling voice, unable to take his eyes off my breasts. When I decided he had enough, I gave him his basket back and suggested he lay down by my side to sunbathe. He shook his head desperately, grabbed his basket and ran back to the woods.
I found the episode very funny and arousing a bit. I continued listening to the sounds and heard the rustle of dry tree branches pretty soon. The boy would not go away! Then I lay on my back, closed my eyes and pretended to sleep allowing him the chance to fully enjoy the sight. : - ). And in about 15 minutes I dosed for real.
I was awaken by the touch. Somebody was touching my thigh cautiously. Having opened my eyes a tiny bit, I saw the boy already by my side. Standing on his knees he was trying to undo the sting on the side of my panties! He was terribly scared. It was enough for me to take a deep breath, he would flee headlong to the bushes on his toes, trying to make no noise, and would come back after seeing me lying still for a while.
He did not even realize the fact that he was breathing so heavily, that his breath would have awaken even the Sleeping Beauty : ) Having finished with one string he moved over to another side and began working on the other. His eyes were absolutely mad.
This started to turn me on a bit, I was curious how far he would go eventually. Having done with the string on the other side, he was undecided for a few minutes, not knowing what to do next. I decided to help and moved as if in my sleep. While he was running back and forth as usual, my legs obviously parted and became half bent in the knees.: - )
Making certain I was still asleep, he moved closer again and settled down on his knees between my legs. Fighting the tremor in his fingers he would reach out his hand towards my panties, then withdraw it in fear. At last, having made up his mind, with both hands he lifted the triangle of fabric on top with both hands, took it off and put to the ground, revealing my 'treasure'. : - )
The sight must be a really strong one for him, because for several minutes there were no signs of life on his side, he was froze, clutching at something at the bottom of his belly. : - ))
I thought that would be the end of it, but... Suddenly, he became busy, and with a single movement pulled down his track-pants with his trunks. Now it was my turn to try desperately to see something interesting with my half closed eyes. : - ))
But he gave me no chance to. Doing his very best not to touch me, not to wake me up, he arched over me in an intricate position, balancing on his knees and his left arm, while he clumsily used his right arm to find the right spot for his 'little friend'! When he finally managed, he moved it forward all the way as far as it would go, and froze goggling with his mouth half open, not knowing what to do next.
Here I 'moved in my sleep' once again, swaying a bit, sliding on him back and forth. He 'got the hang of it', repeated it timidly and in a few seconds already he was making careful, but confident enough, frictions. Although in a few more seconds it was all over. Hot little spring of his semen hit inside me and spurted uninterruptedly for probably about half a minute. I could not possible imagine boys got so much sperm inside them. I though, at first, he peed himself with delight :-)
By the way, he was in no hurry to get out me, hovering over me in his crooked position - it was obvious that the little fellow wanted continuation.
But I decided enough was enough. After all there could be other people nearby in the forest, and I did not find the idea of being caught in such a position and in such a company particularly exciting. So I pretended I woke up, started mumbling something getting back to my senses. God, you should have seen how he ran, pulling up his pants as he fled! The vision of his blinking bare ass still makes me laugh. : - ).
After laughing for a while I started to dress myself. I felt just great. At the edge of the opening I found his basket with mushrooms. Took it with me and fried them that night. I put the trophy basket outside the wicket (it was gone that very night).
When the boy saw me after that he would blush, or turn white and try to get by me unnoticed. I can understand that, he 'took advantage' of me after all! That was something to be punished for! : - ) And when I saw him (what a stinker!) I would frown studiedly, as if trying to remember where and under what circumstances I could have seen him? : - )
Would be interesting to see him this summer... He will grow in a year... For some reason this episode often comes to my mind. : - ) Think I will have to take good care of his sexual education this summer, so that he does not have to abuse decent women in the woods any more. : - )
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