A Welcome Distraction [F/NB 20s] [public] [fingering] [stranger]

I sincerely regretted agreeing to come along to this party. The only reason I did was because my housemate begged me… my housemate, who then proceeded to ignore me for the rest of the night in favour of her crush. I sat on the stairs, a half drunk solo cup of some disgusting homemade punch in my hand, thoroughly bored, when I felt a pair of eyes on me. Looking around, I spied them across the room – tall, dark, gorgeous, oozing a quiet confidence, seemingly as bored by the party as I was. I couldn’t stop looking at them. Drink made me bold, and I got up and approached them.
“Something tells me you’re enjoying this as much as I am!” I said, drily.
They looked me up and down with their deep, dark eyes. “All of a sudden I think I’m enjoying it more,” they murmured. “Come and sit outside with me.”
Abandoning my drink, they led me by the hand to one of the outdoor sofas in the garden. They sat first and beckoned me to sit with them. I nestled in between their long legs and possessively, they snaked their arms around me, holding me close, forcing me to lean back on their chest. It was quieter out here, and the air was cool, and tinged with the sweet aroma of the flowers growing in the garden. Despite myself, I relaxed into the stranger’s embrace, enjoying the feeling of their toned body pressed against my back. I felt myself start to drift, my mind to wander.
Without warning, I felt their hands slid up my top to my breasts and began to caress them. I wasn’t wearing a bra. I froze. My heart skipped a beat and my mouth became dry.
‘People will see!’ I protested in shock.
Their response was to move their hands down…to unbutton my shorts. I felt a hand slide into my panties and fingers start to explore.
‘What people? Let them see,’ they breathed in my ear. Their other hand moved back up to my breasts and they began to kiss my neck.
The garden was virtually empty. And the people that were there were paying us little mind. Even so, I wondered, I have to stop this! Who am I, to let a complete stranger grope me within minutes of our meeting!? It’s wrong, I should stop them…
I should stop them. And yet… Their lips were nibbling my neck, their one hand was still squeezing and massaging a breast under my top and their other hand was still in my shorts, probing, questing.
I didn’t stop them. Instead I closed my eyes and arched my back, giving in to the sensations they awoke in me. I moaned softly.
‘That’s it. Let yourself go,’ they murmured.
I began to writhe under their touch, I couldn’t help it. But still –
‘We can’t…it’s wrong…oh!’ My weak protest was cut off as they squeezed first one nipple, then the other, pinching hard, sending shudders through my entire body. The hand in my panties found my vagina and a finger slipped inside. I gasped. They slid their finger out and up to graze my clitoris, and then pushed it inside me again. I began to grind my hips in time with their touch and push my chest into their hand
‘That’s it, baby. Give in to your desire,’ I felt their hot breath on my ear. ‘You know you want this. Your body wants this.’
They pinched my nipples again, rolling them between finger and thumb.
‘We can both feel how hard your nipples are,’ they continued. They slid their finger out of me again, tracing up with the tip to rub small circles on my clit and then plunged back inside with two fingers this time. Surprised, I gasped again, louder now.
‘We can both feel how wet your pussy is,’ they murmured, sliding their fingers in and out. ‘But… If you really want me to stop…I’ll stop.’
Their hands stopped moving; one resting on my pubic mound, the other on my breast. They kept them there for a second and then began to withdraw.
I realised didn’t care about where I was anymore, or who was watching. All I wanted was to feel their hands on me.
‘No…please…’ My voice was barely above a whisper. ‘Don’t stop…’
I placed my trembling hands on top of theirs, guiding them back up to my breast and into my panties, rolling my body against them and spreading my legs to allow easier access. ‘Please don’t stop…’
Their hand slipped back into my wetness, teasing aside my soft lips to finger me again. Their other hand started massaging my breast again, and I joined in this time, squeezing my other breast and pinching my nipple like they did. I felt them back at my neck, kissing and biting, and whispering and murmuring in my ear. My breathing got heavier and heavier, and I writhed my body more and more. Their fingers pumped in and out of me faster and faster, the palm of their hand stroking my clit each time. I thrust my hips in rhythm, beginning to pant.
‘You really like that, don’t you?’ they breathed.
I could barely speak. My body was beginning to shudder and shake. I felt their hand slide down from my breast to join the one already between my legs, massaging and rubbing my swollen clit while they continued to thrust the fingers of their other hand in and out, fingertips pressing on the walls of my vagina.
‘I think you like it so much you might cum… Let yourself cum. Cum for me, baby!’ They bit my earlobe softly as they whispered.
It wasn’t a question of letting myself. I wasn’t in control anymore. I closed my eyes and let my body shake, electricity coursing through me. A hot, sticky hand clamped over my mouth to muffle my shriek as everything in me exploded. I felt a gush of hot liquid between my legs, running over their fingers, soaking my panties, leaking through into the back of my shorts. Utterly spent, I collapsed back against their chest, slightly shuddering still with every breath.
I lay there, catching my breath, as they buttoned my shorts back up and pulled my top back down. I was completely speechless.
They slid out from under me, got up to stand in front of me and offered me a hand up. I stood, eager my shaky legs to hold me, wincing at the wet fabric between my legs. I buckled, but they caught me and held me, smiling softly.
‘Come on,’ they said, putting an arm around me and leading me away. ‘Let’s get you cleaned up.’
They guided me back towards the house, gently, slowly, for my legs were still trembling. My wet clothes were rubbing against my still-swollen, sensitive pussy with every wobbly step I took and it was almost too much to bear.
I still couldn’t quite believe I’d let this total stranger touch me like that in full view of anyone who had cared to watch. But I had. And if that wasn’t enough, I’d cum so hard that I’d squirted for the first time! I tried to have the good grace to feel even a little ashamed, but truth be told, my thoughts were occupied with the absolute ecstasy I’d just experienced, and the aching desire to feel it again.
‘Where are we going?’ I asked.
They didn’t reply, just led me into a bedroom upstairs and shut the door.
‘Now let’s get these wet things off of you.’
They unbuttoned my shorts for the second time that evening, and slid them down my legs, discarding them on the floor. Then they slipped off my soaking panties. I cringed as I realised just how wet I’d made them.
‘First time you’ve squirted, huh?’ they asked, smiling gently.
I nodded. ‘Honestly, I never thought I could! But the way you touched me…’ I was very aware that I was naked from the waist down, aware of my pussy throbbing between my legs. I clenched my thighs together, feeling the stickiness. I was aching for them to slip a hand in and finger me again, but they didn’t.
Instead, they put a towel down and told me to lie back on edge of the bed. I did, letting my legs dangle. They knelt down and pushed my thighs aside, exposing me, seeing what they’d been touching for the first time.
‘What are you doing?’ I asked, stupidly, craning my neck to see.
‘I told you,’ they murmured softly from between my legs ‘Getting you cleaned up.’

NSFW: yes


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