I suppose it was inevitable I’d have to try one.
Slowly…so slowly, the introduction of them went barely noticed even by us. Girls of my age started wearing thongs. I recall clearly when Heather sat down on the school field one summer lunchtime and as she did so it looked like her panties had gone up the crack of her bum. Of course we commented on it, but our jeering was turned off like a tap when she calmly replied “Actually, it’s a thong.” Wow! What the actual fuck?
One by one other girls tried one and although I was certain mum would have been ok with me having some, for some reason I never asked. One day, a girl called Sarah asked me when I was going to try them. I replied I didn’t have any. The next day, she brought me one of hers. A tiny little pink thing. Oh it was clean…freshly washed in fact, but I couldn’t wait to try it on two fronts. First it was a thong, but more importantly, it was her thong! I’d seen Sarah naked on many occasions and wanked myself off thinking about her and now, even though they were clean, I was about to put something on that had been next to her sex.
In the restroom, I discarded my own panties and slowly pulled her on. It felt really, really weird as it slipped between my bum cheeks. But the feeling of having almost nothing covering my sex was fabulous.
Not so fabulous was the thong itself between the cheeks of my bum. It began to be annoying fairly early on, and I couldn’t seem to dial the sensation out. Sarah told me you soon get used to it, but I never did.
Oh, I wear thongs from time to time, but incredibly rarely.
That night, when I took Sarah’s thong off (no way would I have been able to sleep in it) I was startled by how wet I’d got. The entire crotch, such as it was, was covered in my cream. I’d have to hand wash this before I gave it back - and do so without the beady eye of my parents’ housekeeper catching me in the utility room. Still….that's what nights are for. I crept downstairs in the dead of night and further downstairs into the utility room and washed it out thoroughly. I let it dry overnight upstairs in my room and took it back to Sarah the next day.
Do they make me feel sexy? Only in that they present the feeling of being almost naked down there, and ‘almost’ can be very enticing. But the discomfort factor balances it out for me. I much prefer plain old bikini-style or maybe hi-cuts. They, for me, have multiple uses and I feel much more horny when something isn’t stuck between the cheeks of my arse…
….unless it’s a nice cock of course.
Author:Wetgirl2 | Category: Masturbation Female Solo
