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Fingering Fun 1

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Fingering Fun 1 by quietoneTwo of the things in my sex life which I have always particularly enjoyed have involved fingers. Both watching a woman masturbate herself to orgasm and using my own fingers to achieve the same result I find extremely arousing. One of the reasons for my finding this so enjoyable is probably that they remind me of some of my first sexual experiences. It was when I was about 16 years old that I first had an opportunity to discover what turned me on. I had gone to a party with a few friends and in the course of the evening we had all gone our separate ways. I had danced with several of the girls and been turned down by a few more and had ended up sitting on the floor with my back against the wall just quietly watching the activity on the dancefloor. My attention was drawn to an attractive girl who was threading her way through the dancers, heading towards the door leading to the next room. As she passed a few feet in front of me she stumbled and fell. I immediately jumped t! o help her up. "Are you OK?" I said as I took her by the arm to help her up. "I think so, thanks" she replied. But as she straightened up she suddenly gave a little moan and leaned against me. "Oh shit, my ankle!" She said. "Come on, lean against me and I'll get you out of here" I offered. For a moment she hesitated but then she decided to take me upon my offer and leaned against me as I carefully guided us into the next room. That was also packed to capacity so we continued walking until we found a relatively empty room with a sofa on which she could sit. I gently lowered her onto the sofa and then sat down next to her. I decided to try out my serious bedside manner approach and began asking her about the nature of the pain in her ankle. Now that she had got over the initial shock, she seemed to be enjoying my concerned interest and answered all my questions in a very friendly way. At my suggestion she lifted her foot up and put it in my lap said that I could check it out. It was a very attractive ankle at the end of a very shapely leg. I gently removed her shoe and began carefully moving her foot around. She flinched as it moved from side to side but it was fairly obvious that there was nothing too seriously wrong with the ankle and she herself said th! at she could feel the pain subsiding. Taking the opportunity I offered to assist by massaging the ankle, promising to be extremely gentle. She looked at me in a calculating way for a moment and then smiled and accepted my offer. I proceeded to gently massage her ankle and lower calf, being careful not to bend the ankle too much. She settled back on the sofa with a soft sigh and said "That's much better, thank you." I was just contemplating whether I should push my luck and extend the massage when she said "Is it only ankles you're good at massaging?" I grinned and immediately began working my hands gradually up her calf, kneading and massaging as I went. The room was pretty dark, to the extent that although there were one or two other couples in the room it was not possible to see who they were or what they were doing (although as a teenage party it was pretty easy to guess.) Taking advantage of the anonymity of darkness my hands soon reached her knee and continued their upward journey. I now changed from kneading to pressing and stroking. Still she made no move to stop me so I extended my caresses to cover both thighs. By now my hands had moved under the hem of her knee length skirt. Emboldened by turned my attention from the front of her thighs to the inner surfaces. I revelled in the softness of the skin between her thighs, and my strokes became longer and more daring, until suddenly touched the smooth surface of her panties. Keeping one hand pressed softly against her panties I moved up next to her on the sofa and pressed my lips against hers. She responded immediately and within seconds we were kissing deeply, our tongues exploring each other's mouths. As we kissed I again began rubbing and massaging, but now concentrating on the area between her thighs covered with the soft, silken material of panties rather than her thighs themselves. Extending my hand I cupped her mound of Venus in my palm and allowed my fingers to gently push against the smooth surface of her panties. I could feel the contours of her cunt through the thin material. Slowly and rhythmically I began to run my fingers along the length of her cunt, pushing the material of her panties between her cunt lips. The silken material was perfect for this, allowing my fingers to slide easily backwards and forwards. by now she was not only not attempting to stop me, but was spreading her thighs further apart to allow my fingers easy ! access. Suddenly I noticed a difference, my fingers were no longer sliding as easily because the material was getting damp. She was by now making little groaning noises pushing her cunt against my fingers. I moved my fingers to one side, slid them under the elasticated edge of her panties and was immediately rewarded with the wonderful feeling of her hot, wet, open cunt. This was the first time I had ever played with a cunt. I had French kissed before and I had on one occasion "felt a girl up" through her panties, but I had never before got this far. I tried to remember everything I had read about what I should do. Fortunately I had read quite a lot and had a good level of theoretical knowledge. Now I had to put it into practice. Slowly and purposefully I ran my fingers up and down between the lips of her cunt. Reaching down I curved my middle finger inwards until I felt it push into the tight, wet depths of her vagina. I explored my new-found discovery, repeatedly plunging my finger into the depths and then withdrawing it. I noticed that each time my finger entered her, she would kiss me passionately, her tongue probing into my mouth as if in response to my finger probing her cunt. My fingers were now soaking wet and slippery and, remembering what I had read about sex, I slid my fingers back up between the lips of her cunt in search ! of her clitoris. As soon as I found it, I ran my fingers between the lips of her cunt on either side of her clitoris, gently pressing against it as they passed. This was rewarded with an instant reaction. She immediately drew a sharp breath and said, very quietly, "Oh yes!" I now concentrated on running my fingers around and about her clitoris, nearly but not quite touching the clitoris itself. With each stroke she was now taking a deep breath and pushing her cunt towards my fingers. Suddenly she reached down and taking my hand, pushed my fingers against her clitoris itself. I now began rubbing her clitoris, initially forwards and backwards but later using a circular motion. I now she was responding like a person possessed. Her painful ankle forgotten, she was arching her back and pushing her cunt towards my hand. As her responses became increasingly frenetic, her whole body suddenly went rigid and she bit into my shoulder (she later admitted this was to avoid shouting out loud). For the first time I had brought a girl to orgasm. I was stunned. Her total abandonment amazed and excited me. We carried on kissing for some minutes afterwards but before I could try to take things any further, the party ended and her friends came looking for her to give her a lift home. Her ankle was much better and she told her friends that I had given her an excellent ankle massage - and as she said this she was looking straight into my eyes. We swapped names & addresses (her name was Carol) and I promise to contact her. That was how I first began to become enamoured with the wonders of watching women come.

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