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Platonic Backrub

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Platonic Backrub by imdonimus@yahoo.com (imdonimus@yahoo.com)My story starts when I was in college, on an overseas trip with some other students from my university. We were all camped out in the jungle. It was the last night we would be in the jungle, and one of our last nights on the trip, so we had a party. Lots of people got drunk and everybody had a great time. When things wound down, I found myself giving one of my friends a back rub. (how else did you think this would start?) She was cool, but I didnt really have any interest in her, because I was connected back home at the time. However, as I rubbed her shoulders, she leaning back into my hands, I couldnt help feel a little bit of something. She was a little taller than most girls, and pretty, and had big breasts. I slowly started rubbing higher on her shoulders. She leaned into it, as though she liked it. We kept chatting. I moved a little forward, on to her chest, I guess. She didnt stop talking, which I thought was a good sign. Soon I was slowly massaging the upper parts of her breasts, back and forth. They felt good under my hands. I moved a little further down. Now I could really feel just how large her breasts were. We kept talking, and I knew she liked it. My hands dropped down and I could feel her nipples, hard under my palms. I was nervous by this time, and I whispered to her "Is this okay". "Yes", she answered, "it feels good!" ` I rubbed her tits under my hands some more. They were large and plump, and she had surprisingly small nipples. They were nice and hard, though. I took them in my fingers, and gently pulled and twisted them, not hard at all, but softly. "ummm, youre good" she told me. This was very reassuring, because I didnt get feedback like this very often. I got up the nerve to slide my hand down her front. She accomodated me, shifting in her chair so that her legs were a little more open. I was quite hard now, by the way. I remember feeling here pubic hair as I maneuvered my hand down her pants. She opened her legs wider. I had shifted to the side of her chair, and I could hear her breathing hard. My fingers could feel her lips now, and she pressed herself against them. She hitched her pants down a little (it was too cold to take them off, dammit) and spread her legs more. Her lips were a little bit apart now, and I slid my finger between them. She was slick! I let the ball of my hand press on her pubic mound, riding a little against her clit, and she gasped. I wanted to hear her, but we had to be quiet! I slid two fingers into her wet pussy. She gasped again. I began to slide my fingers in and out of her, as much as her pants would allow. She put her hand on my shoulder and I could feel her hold tight. Her wetness was dripping out onto my fingers. I could feel her grip tighter when I held my fingers inside, and worked them against the top of the inside of her pussy. She was really breathing hard, now, and then I felt her grab my shoulder like a vise. She was gasping again, and I thought that if she wasnt trying to be quiet, she would be moaning aloud. I felt her pussy squeeze, too. "Oh my god, Im coming!" She breathed. Her legs flexed, and she held my shoulder again. "Oh, I came!" I kept going She kept gasping. I kept sliding my fingers against her juicy warmth. "Oh, oh, oh, oh!" she was whispering. Her legs were flexing, and she grabbed my back. She was pushing into my hand, hard, and barely keeping her little moans under control. "Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!" she moaned over and over. Finally, I slowly pulled my fingers from her wet pussy. She smelled good on my fingers. I told her I was glad I gave her more than one orgasm. I didnt know I could! she said. We realized that we werent exactly hidden away, and I got up to leave. She asked my if she could do anything for me, and even though I was dying to get inside her, I was suddenly caught by guilt, and just worried we would get caught. As she left the tent, she told me I had the luckiest girlfriend, and that she could barely walk, she felt so good. I saw her around after that, but thats another story.