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Late Bloomer

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Sorry if this is long, but after finding this site and reading many of the stories, I felt I needed to share my story too. I hope a lot of the readers find it exciting.


I was a very late bloomer. My friends all went through puberty much earlier than I did. In fact, it wasn't until I was a senior in high school that my body began to develop. Because of this, I never had any boyfriends and mostly hung out either by myself or with one or two other girls. I couldn't even speak to a boy that I might like because I was so shy.

I then went to an all-women's college. During my freshman year, my roommate and I began talking about boys and sex, and I admitted to her that I was still a virgin. She said she was too. We'd talk late into the night about it. Eventually, she asked whether I 'did it' to myself. I told her no. She kept going on and on about how good it felt and that I should try it. She showed me how she did it by laying on her stomach with her arms under her and rocking on her fingers until she 'popped.' I admit I did try it after she showed me, but nothing really happened beyond just a tickle. After that, sometimes I'd awake in the middle of the night and hear her on her bed rocking, or we'd be studying and she'd ask if I minded if she popped off. Later, I found that if I lay on my arms like she told me, I'd get a nice tingly feeling. During our four years together, we never touched each other, but we would sometimes do it at the same time. She'd always pop off and then I'd quit because I couldn't make it feel any better.

After college, I got a job and a year or so later, began dating a man in my office. He was older and we got along fine, but once I admitted to him that I was a virgin and that I wasn't interested in sex, he stopped seeing me. It wasn't that I wasn't interested in boys; it was just that I thought I would disappoint them in bed. My love life was in the pits. I just figured it was my lot in life. I had more friends since my shyness wasn't as bad, but never another boyfriend.

Several years later, I attended a conference out of state. I booked late, and since the hotels were full nearby, I ended up staying near the airport in an awful motel. I was mad at myself for waiting, but the bad motel turned out to be the best thing that ever happened to me. The bathroom had a hand-held shower, and it wouldn't stay up on the wall once the water was turned on. I struggled in the shower that first morning. Struggled, that is, until I focused the shower spray between my legs. The first time it happened, I felt a spark, so I went back for a second spray...then a third. Finally, I found the right combination of pulse and spray as I concentrated it right at the right spot. My legs began to shake so much I had to sit down. Then it happened. Wave after beautiful wave of pleasure coursed through my body. I had to lay there for several minutes to regain my composure.

During that conference, I took two or three showers a day. It was like a switch had been turned on within me. All day, I'd think about it. I was actually wet during the day and had to buy panty liners to prevent my wetness from showing.

Returning home, I bought a hand-held shower, but after a while, I found that I liked my fingers better. Last year I began reading stories online and began watching movies. Usually ones of a man giving himself pleasure until he erupts. I also found this site. I love to read stories where someone is caught doing it. My fantasy is to catch a man doing it and watching his face as he brings himself closer and closer until finally he erupts into the air. Maybe then I'd let him catch me. I would also like to do it with a man and have him show me how he likes it. Just the thought of that makes me tingle.



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