I've read Solo Touch for several years. I figured it's about time I contributed something. This event took place in the early summer. I had met this girl called Sophie through an Internet dating service. She was around 20, blonde hair and fairly slim build. I am a swedish male, 5,9', athletic with dark brown hair and brown eyes.
This particular evening had started with a one and a half hour love making session. After that, I made us some food and we went out for a short walk in the warm summer evening. Upon returning to my apartment, we were both rather tired and flipped on the TV.
We were sitting next to each other on my grey sofa. I had placed my right hand on her left thigh and was not really paying attention to the TV. Now and then, I moved my hand closer to her crotch. Eventually I started to make a small wiggling movement with my hand, while still pretending to watch TV. This went on for several minutes without much more than Sophie slightly adjusting her position.
I intensified my wiggling hand movement against her crotch. At this point she squirmed and started moaning. She asked if she should removed her pants. I said yes and got up to pull the venetian blind's cord to disrupt any curious neighbors peeking. From this point I went on to rub her pussy directly with my right hand, still sitting beside her. She was quite wet and clearly enjoying things. She moaned even more when I gently thrusted two fingers into her. She started rubbing her clit. Not soon after this she came and I could feel her contract around my fingers.
I pulled my pants down, still sitting on the sofa, exposing my hard-on to her. She took it in her hand and started stroking it rapidly. I closed my eyes and leaned back, enjoying her tight grip around my cock. After several minutes I started feeling that familiar sensation in my lower abdomen of an approaching orgasm. Briefly I did consider that things would get messy on my sofa but that thought went away not long after. Her rapid stroking made me spurt on my own belly. It hurt a little in my prostate, being the third orgasm within a couple of hours. After I had regained my composure, we smiled at each other. She went to the bathroom while I found a napkin to wipe things clean.
Our relationship lasted barely a month. While I can't say I have any emotional ties to her, I do miss the sex we had. And there's still a stain on my grey sofa reminding me of that summer evening. I'm not sure if the stain is from me or her.
Hope you (especially all you sexy young women out there) enjoyed the story!