Guys or ladies, if you ever contemplate cycling in FBT shorts, drop the idea!! It was really arousing but at the same time, painful. Yes, I did it today, and now I am experiencing soreness around my bottom.
Today, I cycled in my house area using my brother's bike. It was a bit boring to stay at home, and I was also too lazy to go shopping, so in the end, I decided to go cycling. I woke up early, around 6 am, as my game's notification popped up.
I tried to get back to sleep but couldn't. In the end, I browsed 9gag all the way. At about 10 plus, I decided to go cycling, inspired by the photos my friend posted. I got out of my bed wearing only a grey tank top, a black bra, and a black G-string. I changed into a Blue Nike sports bra, accompanied by blue FBT shorts, and went to the toilet to freshen up.
After I was done, without bringing any stuff, I went off. Unlocked my brother's bike, parked on the first level, and cycled off. At first, I was only cycling around my house area, but too many people walked around, went to the market, and so on. Ultimately, I decided to go to the factory area near my house but quite a distance away.
By the time I reached the factory area, I was experiencing aches all around my thighs, but I continued to cycle, taking it as a form of training. Indeed, the factory area was quiet, with no humans around, only cats and dogs. There was a large field next to the factory area with only one signboard stating "private property." I wasn't sure how big it was, but by going straight, it might take a few minutes to cross.
Either it was too big, or I was exhausted. I stopped halfway through the straight road and rested. There weren't any cars or humans, only the sound of the wind and moving grass. It was scary! If I hadn't been experiencing aches, I would have continued cycling instead of resting there! I had no choice but to conquer the fear so I could take a rest. I sat on the grass patch, enjoying the wind while massaging my thighs, which were aching like hell. The sun was warm and shiny, causing me to perspire more, and not long after, my whole tank top was wet. Honestly, I don't like the feeling of having my shirt wet as it sticks to my body, causing so much discomfort. I tried to fan it, but it didn't improve. I had no other choice but to remove it and let it dry.
I removed my tank top and placed it on the grass patch beside me, but my sports bra was wet, too. I decided to bring it further since I had already taken off my tank top. I hesitated but eventually removed my sports bra, too, even though it was a bit challenging and sticky. I managed to take it off without much trouble, and TA-DAA. Topless in the wild! I placed my bra next to the tank top, watching for the surroundings, wary of the possibility of encountering foreign workers. After a while, I got used to the feeling and didn't even bother if there would be people around.
I lay down on the grass patch with my chest facing the sky. I admit, it was quite a different experience from being naked in the park or going topless at the beach. I was enjoying it, but not for long as I became aroused. It may be due to the wind or the excitement of being topless in a random place.
Being alone, I chose to take the game to the next level. I removed my FBT shorts, leaving only my G-string on. If there are any guys around, I'm definitely in trouble.
I began to play with my tits, with my left hand rubbing against the G-string, which was pressed directly onto my pussy. Simultaneously, my right hand was exploring my tit area. I could feel myself getting wetter than before, the sensations heightened through my G-string. Believe me, it was my hormones taking charge. With 75% of my clothing already gone, I decided to spice up the game by taking off my G-string. Trust me, if I were to be caught, either I would be raped or be sentenced to jail for indecent exposure.
I was so aroused that I accidentally threw my G-string far away from me. With the continued massage on my clit, it didn't take long for me to have the urge to orgasm. It was a random flick on my clit that came to my first orgasm. I could feel juices flowing out of my pussy, and the sensation that makes my legs shiver.
After the first round, I felt more tired than I had been earlier, but everyone knows girls don't stop after just one. Even after multiple orgasms, we still felt the exhilaration if we are horny.
I thought of cooling myself down before packing up, but it turned out I ended up playing again, which ended my 2nd orgasm in no time.
It was after the third round that I decided to stop, as I could feel cramps in my thighs and fingers. After the final cooldown, I put on my FBT shorts, sports bra, and tank top, all of which had dried.
As for my G-string, it was gone! I tried searching for it, but I couldn't find it anywhere. I threw it a bit too hard. Nevertheless, it's okay; at least my shorts are still around.
I returned to my brother's bike, intending to walk home instead, but due to the soreness in my thigh, I decided to ride it back. When I attempted to cycle back, I found it challenging—not because I was tired, but because the seat was rubbing against my clit and pussy. It wasn't helpful in keeping me dry, plus it was painful when going over slopes.
Ultimately, it took me 40 minutes to return home, even though it only took me 20 minutes to cycle there. Thanks to that, now not only my thighs are sore, same goes my pussy.
Saturday, 26 July 2014
Saturday, 5 July 2014
Night Jogging
Hey everyone,
Remember when I mentioned buying those blue lacy boy shorts and joking about going for a night jog in them? Well… tonight, I finally did it and let me tell you, it was even more thrilling than I imagined.
I decided to take a break from studying and head to the park near my house. Originally, I had planned an evening run, but the night called instead. I rummaged through my brother’s room and grabbed his Redbull tank top. It was huge on me, way too big but I chose it on purpose. The loose fit hung just enough to cover my chest and extend down to mid-butt, giving me a sense of concealment while teasingly hinting at everything underneath. I paired it with my Blue Nike sports bra, pink FBT shorts, and those boy shorts that had been sitting in my drawer, daring me to wear them.
The streets were unusually quiet. After a short warm-up, I started jogging, feeling the night air brushing against my skin. About 30 minutes in, my thighs ached, and I decided to rest at the nearby hut. That’s when I remembered, I was sitting in the same spot where I’d once witnessed a risqué little scene: a couple sneaking touches behind the shelter, shadows dancing in the dim light. Seeing that again triggered a rush of daring excitement. My boy shorts suddenly felt like an invitation.
Heart racing, I edged behind the nearest bushes. Carefully, I removed my pink FBT shorts, standing there in just my blue lacy boy shorts. The lace trim hugged my hips and thighs delicately, the soft, stretchy fabric clinging to every curve. They were semi-sheer enough that the faint outline of my skin was visible, teasingly hinting at more without fully revealing everything. The snug fit kept them in place most of the time, but with the tank top only covering down to mid-butt, the lower edge of the boyshorts left the very bottom of my cheeks temptingly exposed.
Remember when I mentioned buying those blue lacy boy shorts and joking about going for a night jog in them? Well… tonight, I finally did it and let me tell you, it was even more thrilling than I imagined.
I decided to take a break from studying and head to the park near my house. Originally, I had planned an evening run, but the night called instead. I rummaged through my brother’s room and grabbed his Redbull tank top. It was huge on me, way too big but I chose it on purpose. The loose fit hung just enough to cover my chest and extend down to mid-butt, giving me a sense of concealment while teasingly hinting at everything underneath. I paired it with my Blue Nike sports bra, pink FBT shorts, and those boy shorts that had been sitting in my drawer, daring me to wear them.
The streets were unusually quiet. After a short warm-up, I started jogging, feeling the night air brushing against my skin. About 30 minutes in, my thighs ached, and I decided to rest at the nearby hut. That’s when I remembered, I was sitting in the same spot where I’d once witnessed a risqué little scene: a couple sneaking touches behind the shelter, shadows dancing in the dim light. Seeing that again triggered a rush of daring excitement. My boy shorts suddenly felt like an invitation.
Heart racing, I edged behind the nearest bushes. Carefully, I removed my pink FBT shorts, standing there in just my blue lacy boy shorts. The lace trim hugged my hips and thighs delicately, the soft, stretchy fabric clinging to every curve. They were semi-sheer enough that the faint outline of my skin was visible, teasingly hinting at more without fully revealing everything. The snug fit kept them in place most of the time, but with the tank top only covering down to mid-butt, the lower edge of the boyshorts left the very bottom of my cheeks temptingly exposed.
The tank top covered just enough, down to mid-butt so that the lower half of my cheeks and my thighs were fully exposed to the breeze. I glanced around nervously, under the bushes, I was mostly hidden, but every rustle of leaves or distant sound made my pulse quicken. The wind brushing against my bare skin sent shivers through me, the sensation at once teasing and intoxicating.
Finally daring, I jogged back toward my house while clutching onto my shorts. Every step made the boyshorts rub against my dampening skin, teasing my bottom and thighs with each movement. The sensation was electric, a mixture of excitement, vulnerability, and thrill. My mind raced with the risk of being seen, making every nerve alive with anticipation.
Then panic. A bicycle appeared out of nowhere. No trees, no bushes, nothing to hide behind. My heart jumped into my throat. I slowed, tensing every muscle and clutching onto my shorts, hoping he wouldn’t notice. The sound of the pedals grew louder, my pulse racing even faster. My bottom was damp from the earlier tension, excitement, and rubbing of the boy shorts and the sensation made me squirm involuntarily as the bike rolled past. I couldn’t tell if he had seen me, and the uncertainty only intensified the rush of adrenaline coursing through my body.
Shortly, I continued jogging, only finally putting my shorts back on as I neared my block, heart still hammering, cheeks flushed, every step lingering with the memory of exposure. I didn’t go all the way… not yet but who knows what might happen next time?
A quick reminder: Please use respectful language when emailing me. I value my privacy as a lady and won’t be sharing personal social media. Comments with genuine names are appreciated and I’ll only respond to those.
Updates may be slower until my exams are over, but I appreciate your support. Special thanks to GH* and Ed**** for your patience and purchases. you guys are the best!
Finally daring, I jogged back toward my house while clutching onto my shorts. Every step made the boyshorts rub against my dampening skin, teasing my bottom and thighs with each movement. The sensation was electric, a mixture of excitement, vulnerability, and thrill. My mind raced with the risk of being seen, making every nerve alive with anticipation.
Then panic. A bicycle appeared out of nowhere. No trees, no bushes, nothing to hide behind. My heart jumped into my throat. I slowed, tensing every muscle and clutching onto my shorts, hoping he wouldn’t notice. The sound of the pedals grew louder, my pulse racing even faster. My bottom was damp from the earlier tension, excitement, and rubbing of the boy shorts and the sensation made me squirm involuntarily as the bike rolled past. I couldn’t tell if he had seen me, and the uncertainty only intensified the rush of adrenaline coursing through my body.
Shortly, I continued jogging, only finally putting my shorts back on as I neared my block, heart still hammering, cheeks flushed, every step lingering with the memory of exposure. I didn’t go all the way… not yet but who knows what might happen next time?
A quick reminder: Please use respectful language when emailing me. I value my privacy as a lady and won’t be sharing personal social media. Comments with genuine names are appreciated and I’ll only respond to those.
Updates may be slower until my exams are over, but I appreciate your support. Special thanks to GH* and Ed**** for your patience and purchases. you guys are the best!
Saturday, 28 June 2014
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Thursday, 19 June 2014
Swimming day
Today’s spontaneous swim outing with Charmaine and CY turned into a day full of surprises, laughter, and a few cheeky moments I won’t soon forget. CY and I had originally planned a quiet cycling trip, but Charmaine’s impulsive suggestion to hit the pool last minute sent us scrambling to swap our bikes for swimsuits and honestly, I’m glad she did.
By 11 a.m., we were ready to go. I slipped into my Navy Adidas 3-stripes one-piece swimsuit, a piece I’d bought on sale years ago but had never worn. I paired it with a red Elmo T-shirt and black denim shorts, tied my hair up neatly, and packed my goggles and towel. Something in the back of my mind felt slightly off, like I had forgotten something, but I brushed it aside in my rush.
CY was waiting for me at Tampines Interchange, looking a little disheveled. She had forgotten her bag at home, which left her a bit flustered. Since I was nearby, I offered to share whatever she might need, figuring we could make do. Charmaine, on the other hand, arrived at the swimming complex in a black MANGO tee and denim shorts, fully prepared, thankfully, because otherwise we’d have been short on towels.
The adult pool area was almost deserted, just a few individuals scattered around, making it perfect for a relaxing swim. We changed near the lockers since we were already in our swimsuits. CY revealed her black Nike swimsuit, sleek and simple, while Charmaine opted for a vibrant purple bikini. I felt a small thrill as I noticed how confident they both looked, it added an unexpected tension to the day, subtle but undeniable.
We began with a few warm-up laps, stretching our muscles to avoid cramps. CY quickly tired and suggested a break, but Charmaine, ever the motivator, encouraged us to keep going. Soon we were back at it, slicing through the water with laughter and teasing remarks bouncing between us. By 1:50 p.m., we decided to relax in the tanning area, claiming a spot at the edge to avoid the crowded center. CY and I couldn’t help sneaking glances at the lifeguard, while Charmaine immediately dozed off, soaking up the sun.
And that’s when mischief struck. What started as harmless teasing quickly turned into an opportunity too tempting to resist. CY whispered an idea in my ear, and before I knew it, we were tiptoeing over to Charmaine, giggling quietly. Her bikini top and bottom came undone effortlessly while she remained blissfully unaware, still lost in her nap. The combination of her vulnerability and our suppressed laughter made the moment impossibly fun.
After about 10–15 minutes, CY decided it was time to “wake” her. We staged a loud, urgent scene, pretending to receive a frantic phone call. Charmaine shot up, flustered, only to realize she had been exposed. Her scream echoed across the pool, drawing attention from nearby swimmers and even a couple of lifeguards. We quickly covered her with a towel, but I couldn’t help sneaking a glance at her, noticing her mix of embarrassment and amusement, her cheeks tinged pink, hair slightly messy from sleep, and and her bikini slipped so far it barely covered her chest. It was a moment both shocking and strangely intoxicating in its playful intimacy.
After the prank, apologies and laughter went hand in hand. Charmaine scolded us, threatened minor “punishments,” and insisted on a few requests as compensation. CY and I reluctantly agreed, though we couldn’t stop snickering behind her back.
The next twist came in the showers. In our flurry of excitement, I realized I’d left my bra and panties at home. CY, predictably, had the same problem. We improvised, using our shirts and loose shorts to cover ourselves. I could feel the slight thrill of freedom in the braless sensation, while CY, confident as always, seemed completely unbothered. When Charmaine emerged, dressed in a pink tank top, blue sports bra, and white high-waist shorts, I couldn’t resist teasing CY about our shared predicament, making the mundane act of showering feel like another playful adventure.
After cleaning up, we decided to grab dinner at Tampines Mall. The casual stroll, chatter, and laughter made it easy to forget the chaos at the pool, though small glances and inside jokes kept our earlier antics alive. Dinner was satisfying, the kind of meal where we laughed over every bite and shared stories that stretched small moments into grand narratives. Afterward, we shopped, indulging in minor splurges and lingering over items we didn’t need, the day stretching on with effortless joy.
By the time we finally headed home past nine, exhaustion and contentment wrapped around us like a warm blanket. Charmaine, having completely forgotten her assigned punishments, walked ahead blissfully unaware of our earlier mischief. CY and I shared a glance, smirks tugging at our lips. It had been a day full of spontaneity, laughter, playful tension, and small thrills, a perfect adventure, punctuated by memories that would make us grin every time we recalled them.
By 11 a.m., we were ready to go. I slipped into my Navy Adidas 3-stripes one-piece swimsuit, a piece I’d bought on sale years ago but had never worn. I paired it with a red Elmo T-shirt and black denim shorts, tied my hair up neatly, and packed my goggles and towel. Something in the back of my mind felt slightly off, like I had forgotten something, but I brushed it aside in my rush.
CY was waiting for me at Tampines Interchange, looking a little disheveled. She had forgotten her bag at home, which left her a bit flustered. Since I was nearby, I offered to share whatever she might need, figuring we could make do. Charmaine, on the other hand, arrived at the swimming complex in a black MANGO tee and denim shorts, fully prepared, thankfully, because otherwise we’d have been short on towels.
The adult pool area was almost deserted, just a few individuals scattered around, making it perfect for a relaxing swim. We changed near the lockers since we were already in our swimsuits. CY revealed her black Nike swimsuit, sleek and simple, while Charmaine opted for a vibrant purple bikini. I felt a small thrill as I noticed how confident they both looked, it added an unexpected tension to the day, subtle but undeniable.
We began with a few warm-up laps, stretching our muscles to avoid cramps. CY quickly tired and suggested a break, but Charmaine, ever the motivator, encouraged us to keep going. Soon we were back at it, slicing through the water with laughter and teasing remarks bouncing between us. By 1:50 p.m., we decided to relax in the tanning area, claiming a spot at the edge to avoid the crowded center. CY and I couldn’t help sneaking glances at the lifeguard, while Charmaine immediately dozed off, soaking up the sun.
And that’s when mischief struck. What started as harmless teasing quickly turned into an opportunity too tempting to resist. CY whispered an idea in my ear, and before I knew it, we were tiptoeing over to Charmaine, giggling quietly. Her bikini top and bottom came undone effortlessly while she remained blissfully unaware, still lost in her nap. The combination of her vulnerability and our suppressed laughter made the moment impossibly fun.
After about 10–15 minutes, CY decided it was time to “wake” her. We staged a loud, urgent scene, pretending to receive a frantic phone call. Charmaine shot up, flustered, only to realize she had been exposed. Her scream echoed across the pool, drawing attention from nearby swimmers and even a couple of lifeguards. We quickly covered her with a towel, but I couldn’t help sneaking a glance at her, noticing her mix of embarrassment and amusement, her cheeks tinged pink, hair slightly messy from sleep, and and her bikini slipped so far it barely covered her chest. It was a moment both shocking and strangely intoxicating in its playful intimacy.
After the prank, apologies and laughter went hand in hand. Charmaine scolded us, threatened minor “punishments,” and insisted on a few requests as compensation. CY and I reluctantly agreed, though we couldn’t stop snickering behind her back.
The next twist came in the showers. In our flurry of excitement, I realized I’d left my bra and panties at home. CY, predictably, had the same problem. We improvised, using our shirts and loose shorts to cover ourselves. I could feel the slight thrill of freedom in the braless sensation, while CY, confident as always, seemed completely unbothered. When Charmaine emerged, dressed in a pink tank top, blue sports bra, and white high-waist shorts, I couldn’t resist teasing CY about our shared predicament, making the mundane act of showering feel like another playful adventure.
After cleaning up, we decided to grab dinner at Tampines Mall. The casual stroll, chatter, and laughter made it easy to forget the chaos at the pool, though small glances and inside jokes kept our earlier antics alive. Dinner was satisfying, the kind of meal where we laughed over every bite and shared stories that stretched small moments into grand narratives. Afterward, we shopped, indulging in minor splurges and lingering over items we didn’t need, the day stretching on with effortless joy.
By the time we finally headed home past nine, exhaustion and contentment wrapped around us like a warm blanket. Charmaine, having completely forgotten her assigned punishments, walked ahead blissfully unaware of our earlier mischief. CY and I shared a glance, smirks tugging at our lips. It had been a day full of spontaneity, laughter, playful tension, and small thrills, a perfect adventure, punctuated by memories that would make us grin every time we recalled them.
Sunday, 15 June 2014
Repost : Library
Finally, my June holiday is here^^... sorry for not updating as frequently as before. JC2 is really keeping me busy and stressed. A lot of times, it seems like I'm just playing, but the fact is I'm also hitting the books. Now, with a bit of spare time, let me update before the war starts!!!
Last Saturday, I woke up at 8 am, even though it was the weekend. (I had plans to go to the library early to "reserve" a seat.) Saturday morning, everyone in my house, including my parents, was still asleep, but I was already up and ready to head out. I put on a shirt and denim shorts, and I left (of course, wearing my bra and underwear). I headed straight to the library to drop off my bag and secure a seat before grabbing breakfast. Taking the bus, I surprisingly arrived at the library at 9 am sharp, just as they opened the main door. I successfully "reserved" my seat and then went off for my breakfast.
Surprisingly, when I returned to the library, it wasn't crowded, so I essentially occupied an entire table meant for four people. I delved into my textbooks and test papers until I received a text from CY around noon. She mentioned that she might be coming down, but in the end, there wasn't a sign of her. Around 2 pm, it started raining, and the entire library felt like a freezer. Fortunately, I had forgotten to take my jacket out the night before; otherwise, I would have been as good as a frozen specimen.
Starting, i was still able to concentrate on my books but the fight didn't last long as i lost to the coldness of the library. My nipple became hardened in no time and was touching on the bra's fabric. Whenever i move, my nipple seems to rub against the fabric and that's how i got aroused! I tried to cross my legs for few times but my "little sister" was kind of " itchy" and warm. I tried to maintain but in the end, i give up!
I went to the female toilet, locked the door and started to remove my shorts. Initially, i was just touching myself with my panties on but not even 5 min, i was extremely wet and sadly there are people waiting outside which means i have to be fast. Kind of unsatisfied and wanted more, i decided to "play"it further. I removed my panties, my bra and wore back my shirt, shorts and jacket. I hided my bra and panties in the right pocket of my jacket and went out of the toilet and back to my seat.
When i was settled down, I secretly kept my bra and panties into my bag. Starting, it was kind of exciting as there are people around me, but the excitement didn't last long. I started to bored!!
As i was sitting near to the corner of the library, not many people will be walking past. After observing for a few mins, i decided to challenge myself further. Slowly, i unzipped my shorts and lower it. Just using of few mins, my shorts was down on the floor..hehe..Okay, that was the most crazier thing i had done so far and if i was to get caught, i might get stomped or maybe even police case.
Carefully, i took my shorts and slided it into my bag. I crossed my leg to prevent attracting attention but it didn't last long (again)!! This time, I slide my left hand back into the jacket and started to touch myself. ( Yea, i know i was crazy enough to touch myself in library, but i was really horny.) I wanted to change my seat to the opposite so i can have more fun but when i stood up, i was shocked with the coverage by the jacket. My pussy was totally exposed
I quickly moved over and settled down, with my butt touching the cold chair and it increased my aroused and wetness. I think i even caught some attention.
I maintained for a while to reduce the attention but in the end, failed (again).
In order not to create another big action and more attention, i slide back my right hand into my jacket and moved down slowly to my pussy.(Okay, i was really smart at this stuff). I rubbed my clit and play with my labia.
Just a few seconds, my fingers started to get wet. I told myself that i have to stop playing, but i really can't. In the end, i had to stop and started to pack my stuff after wearing back my shorts.
There was a big wet-spot when i pushes in the chair..hehe..I quickly went off and went back home, hided in my room and continue from where i paused..
Last Saturday, I woke up at 8 am, even though it was the weekend. (I had plans to go to the library early to "reserve" a seat.) Saturday morning, everyone in my house, including my parents, was still asleep, but I was already up and ready to head out. I put on a shirt and denim shorts, and I left (of course, wearing my bra and underwear). I headed straight to the library to drop off my bag and secure a seat before grabbing breakfast. Taking the bus, I surprisingly arrived at the library at 9 am sharp, just as they opened the main door. I successfully "reserved" my seat and then went off for my breakfast.
Surprisingly, when I returned to the library, it wasn't crowded, so I essentially occupied an entire table meant for four people. I delved into my textbooks and test papers until I received a text from CY around noon. She mentioned that she might be coming down, but in the end, there wasn't a sign of her. Around 2 pm, it started raining, and the entire library felt like a freezer. Fortunately, I had forgotten to take my jacket out the night before; otherwise, I would have been as good as a frozen specimen.
Starting, i was still able to concentrate on my books but the fight didn't last long as i lost to the coldness of the library. My nipple became hardened in no time and was touching on the bra's fabric. Whenever i move, my nipple seems to rub against the fabric and that's how i got aroused! I tried to cross my legs for few times but my "little sister" was kind of " itchy" and warm. I tried to maintain but in the end, i give up!
I went to the female toilet, locked the door and started to remove my shorts. Initially, i was just touching myself with my panties on but not even 5 min, i was extremely wet and sadly there are people waiting outside which means i have to be fast. Kind of unsatisfied and wanted more, i decided to "play"it further. I removed my panties, my bra and wore back my shirt, shorts and jacket. I hided my bra and panties in the right pocket of my jacket and went out of the toilet and back to my seat.
When i was settled down, I secretly kept my bra and panties into my bag. Starting, it was kind of exciting as there are people around me, but the excitement didn't last long. I started to bored!!
As i was sitting near to the corner of the library, not many people will be walking past. After observing for a few mins, i decided to challenge myself further. Slowly, i unzipped my shorts and lower it. Just using of few mins, my shorts was down on the floor..hehe..Okay, that was the most crazier thing i had done so far and if i was to get caught, i might get stomped or maybe even police case.
Carefully, i took my shorts and slided it into my bag. I crossed my leg to prevent attracting attention but it didn't last long (again)!! This time, I slide my left hand back into the jacket and started to touch myself. ( Yea, i know i was crazy enough to touch myself in library, but i was really horny.) I wanted to change my seat to the opposite so i can have more fun but when i stood up, i was shocked with the coverage by the jacket. My pussy was totally exposed
I quickly moved over and settled down, with my butt touching the cold chair and it increased my aroused and wetness. I think i even caught some attention.
I maintained for a while to reduce the attention but in the end, failed (again).
In order not to create another big action and more attention, i slide back my right hand into my jacket and moved down slowly to my pussy.(Okay, i was really smart at this stuff). I rubbed my clit and play with my labia.
Just a few seconds, my fingers started to get wet. I told myself that i have to stop playing, but i really can't. In the end, i had to stop and started to pack my stuff after wearing back my shorts.
There was a big wet-spot when i pushes in the chair..hehe..I quickly went off and went back home, hided in my room and continue from where i paused..
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