Love this site. I have been masturbating for as long as I can remember. When I was a very young child I would often wake with a boner because I had to pee. I discovered very early on that if I rubbed my boner it produced a very delightful sensation. The rest, as they say is history. The story that follows is not as exotic/erotic as some here but it is 100% true.
I had met this girl on a blind date arranged by one of my fraternity brothers. I was a senior at the University and she was a freshman. We hit it off quite well and started dating.
For a while the goodnight kiss was the agenda but before too long we had advanced into necking. I would find some secluded spot to park and we would hug each other and explore each others mouths with our tongues. Periodically I would attempt to fondle her breast or feel up her thigh, but she always rebuffed those advances and I went back to the french kissing. That was enough to give me a very pleasant boner.
On this particular occasion, we were parked in a location where we were unlikely to be disturbed and were engaged in some heavy necking. She was wearing some kind of pants, slacks or pedal pushers that day. We were into the heavy breathing stage and I put my hand on her thigh, just above her knee and she didn't push it away. I slowly inched my hand up her thigh until the side of my hand was edged against her vaginal area. There was no rebuff to my advance this time. After a brief moment I placed my palm on her vagina over her clothes and began massaging, gently at first and then with more and more vigour. She had spread her thighs a bit and I could feel the vaginal lips as I rubbed. She pressed her mouth even harder against mine and began to moan a bit, 'uhm, uhm.' Before long I could feel her body stiffen, I rubbed even harder and her mouth still pressed against mine the moans got more intense, 'uhhhhm, uhhhhm, oohhm' as she came.
After her orgasm we stopped kissing and she leaned against me. I still had my hand resting on her vaginal area. I had a raging hard on and I wondered if she could feel it as she lay in my arms. Eventually she said we had better go and I drove her back to her dorm.
We continued dating, but I never got to rub her like that again, or fondle a breast, or...