That Purple Leotard

Everyone is packing up to leave. Kate left yesterday,and I wouldn’t say we are an item, we just enjoyed a nice night together.  Most of my stuff is packed....well....there’s a bin liner full of whiffy laundry, if you can call that ‘packing’, but as I was mooching round my room last night, I just felt like doing something naughty. So I dug through the laundry and pulled out my purple leotard. It’s my ‘workhorse’ and truth be told, it’s getting a bit threadbare in places. I pulled it on with nothing underneath. I’ve been wet all day, and knowing that I would, at the very least, masturbate into it later made me all the wetter. I squatted a few times and used a mirror to view my crotch. I guess I can understand why guys find a girls crotch so exciting....fuck....even I do! Just that thin and in this case almost threadbare strip of material covering the entrance to my sex....mmmmm. It wasn’t long before there was a visible wet mark. The purple material had grown darker and, naturally I could smell myself. The splits helped to drip more girl juice into the crotch and it also made me all the more dirty minded. I let random thoughts flash through my head......watching my ex fuck his new gf, being with Kate, and peeing my panties that time. All these images just trickled through my brain. The other girls in my hostel have left early so there’s just me. I don’t drive yet (test in January....gulp!) and mum and dad will be collecting me tomorrow. At 9:00pm. The hostels outer doors lock. The on,y way in is with a little tag thing. I heard the loud click as the door locked, and I knew I was alone in there. Time for something daring. I peeled the top of my leotard down to my waist and went for a walk. Some of the rooms were open and wandering in and out of other girls rooms was really sexy. I had a rummage through drawers, but for the most part, everything had been packed away. Lying on another girl’s bed was sexy....wondering if she’d masturbated in it last night, or even been fucked. In the laundry room was a couple of bras (which, even though too big for me I tried on) and two pairs of panties. Both were unwashed, but had been in this hot room too long to smell interesting. By now, I was aching for a cum. I reached between my legs and pushed the leotard crotch into my hole......and I heard and felt a slight rip! Nothing major, but clearly it had given up the ghost. Fuck, I love it when I’m wet! Dripping girl cum into whatever I’m wearing.....I fucking LOVE a wet crotch! I wandered out of the laundry room with one of the pairs of panties. I don’t even remember why I took them....they were pale green, a little lacy edge to them, and some light staining in the crotch. I took my leotard off, and noticed that yes, the crotch has torn through.....bye-bye old faithful. The leotard ended up on top of the bin in the kitchen....we have a male cleaner.....I hope he enjoys his Christmas present! Wandering naked through the hostel was really deliciously sexy, and I really had no idea what I was going to do, or where, but I ended up in the best room in the hostel, a brand new wet room. There is a gorgeous jacuzzi bath, and also a shower, but, being a wet room, there is no shower stall, the floor is not level and water just gravitates to the centre of the room and down the plug. I left the door open, Hell, why not, it’s not as if anyone was there to see me (unfortunately)....and then the idea hit me to put the mystery panties on. This is a great taboo, for any men reading this. A girl is educated from the get go to NEVER put used panties on “always be clean and fresh”. But putting on another girl’s used panties.....mmmmm....having my hole where hers was.....yummy.....and wetting her panties with my cum stains.....even yummier. I pulled them up, and even though they were dry, I shivered as the crotch touched my cunt. Now I needed a mental image to go with it.......ok.....I imagined at the door were a queue of girls. Each one would be allowed to watch for five minutes and give me two orders. I imagined the first girl telling me to play with my tits and pinch my nipples while she insulted me. (I’m getting quite into being degraded at the moment.) “look at that! Call those tits? My fucking brother has a bigger chest than that. You miserable little bitch.....go on....pull those nipples hard....let’s see if you have ANY tits at all.” The next girl said “stand with your legs apart, bitch. Now, pull those panties right into your crack. Go on! Fucking tighter! There....there’s a good whore.” The third girl was softer in her approach. In my mind, she had her hand inside her own panties and said “put your hand in your panties, Becky. Touch yourself like I’m touching myself. Just...m,mmm....just feel around.” Then she came over to me. “Let’s swap” In my imagination, I imagined tentatively slipping my hand under the waistband of her panties and down to her mound. (Yes, boys.....when a girl allows you to get into her panties it is an exploration,  of a fucking stampede). I imagined her slick with wetness and her rock hard clit. The next girlleaned on the door frame with an arrogant sneer on her lips. “Well, well, Well. Look who we have here. Little Becky Good Goody. (By now I was standing in the wetroom desperately close to an orgasm.) “Well, squat down!”( I squatted in real life too.) In my imagination, she turned to the girl who had been soft and gentle with me....her real name is Daisy. “Go and stand over her, Daisy.” Daisy walked towards me, still with her hand in her panties. By now, I was edging and had forced myself to stop several times. Daisy walked over to me and stood with one leg in front of me and one behind as I squatted there. I could see every movement of her fingers under her panties, and I could smell her. “Now......Daisy. Pee on her.” Daisy smiled her cute little smile, the one I’ve known since I got here, and gently let go. Suddenly, the air was filled with pheromones, and I came hard into those borrowed panties.....really fucking hard.....screamingly loud hard! Since there was no one to hear me, for the first time in my life, I really gave voice to a raw, savage orgasm. I screamed, yelled obscenities, and did things I have only ever longed to do. Finally, as an act of, Oh, I don’t know, I just relaxed and either squirted or peed.....I don’t know. That cum was simply the best, and it made me cry. I lay, curled up on that wetroom floor just sobbing. And I realised that even now, I a, just at the start of my journey of finding out who I am sexually. All those stolen moments with my ex.....fucking quickly and above all quietly. Me, masturbating in bed with a pillow over my face in case I made a sound....not that my parents or my brother or sister would have objected, just that ....I don’t know....I felt I had to keep it secret. But no. I’m noisy. I love to make a noise when I cum.....I’d like to make more! There is a girl at Uni, not on my course though, called Jane. Jane lives in the hostel next door, and there are complaints about her. She is very noisy when she has sex, or when she masturbates......very noisy indeed. I e heard the girl next door, but I had to listen very carefully. People tell me that in the summer, when all the windows are open 24/7, everyone knows when Jane is getting off!

Then, I felt myself getting angry. Angry at all the bullshit. Sex is glorious, primal, lustful. Every animal in the animal kingdom makes noises....stags bellow, female cats mewl, but we humans bury it. “Don’t let anyone know you’re horny....don’t talk dirty.....don’t make a sound.

Well, full that!

It’s a bit early, but my New Years resolution is to be myself. I intend to discover exactly what I like and what I don’t like. I’m going to come back to Uni ready to really explore.....no thought will be forbidden.....if I feel like trying something, and I can find a willing partner, then I’m going to go for it. There’s one thing that’s been on my mind for a long time, and that’s sex with an older man. My ex was kind, caring and as held back as an 18 year old can be, but really, he couldn’t wait to get his cock into me (not that I objected) and fuck me ragged until he shot his load. I want someone who is not in a rush....someone who really knows how a girl is aroused, and can really take his time. My sister fucked a 50 year old man, even though she’s only 21. She said it was the best sex she’s ever had. This guy didn’t even fuck her the first four times they had sex. He used his fingers and mouth only on her until she was begging for him to screw her....even then, to quote her “he made me cum six times before he was ready to cum himself.....such enormous restraint.” So that’s on my bucket list too.....or should I call it my fuckit list? So, I wandered back to my lonely little room, still wearing the wet panties which, I was relieved to note, only smelled of my cunt, not pee. Don’t get me wrong, I will explore the peeing thing more, I’m not done with it yet.... but this was pure girl cum. I slipped my hand into the panties and thought about Kate. She lives alone with her dad. Her mum died when she was eight, and she tells me she’s never had a boyfriend. I pictured her, lying in her bed in her room, and wondered if her bedroom at home was anything like her room here.....untidy....bras and panties strewn everywhere. I wondered if she was thinking about me, and maybe was touching herself too. Out loud, I said “oh Kate....finger me.” As I let my fingers enter my hole. I held the crotch of the panties to one side....that’s incredibly sexy for me by the way....better than taking them off....and slipping two fingers in. I imagined Kate with a strap on (not that I’ve ever seen one for real) and her on top of me fucking me gently, like a lover. I swear, I could feel every curve of her body as she fucked me. When my orgasm came, it felt like I was giving her gift. I tilted my pelvis towards her imaginary strap on and she penetrated me fully as I came. Sleep overtook me, and I drifted off in a warm although slightly damp bed.