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My Journey into Spiritual Sex Ch. 01

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Preface

Hi, I’m Rachel and this is another instalment in my story about my sex life. It is an account of my explorations over the last few years of what I call ‘spiritual’ sex. Relax- by ‘spiritual’ sex I am not into anything to do with spirits and the paranormal; I am talking about the convergence of sexual energy, with spiritual energy which I have discovered to be a dramatic, intoxicating, and compelling combination which takes sexual pleasure to a whole new level. When I began to take an interest in exploring a spiritual path it seemed to me that spiritual energy and sexual energy are both forms of passion and being alive. Rather than being opposites, they are in fact complementary, or perhaps even the same life force. I have discovered that practicing spiritual sex can elevate sexual pleasure to a truly whole mind and body experience. In fact, I will make some bold claims that spiritual sex can enable sexual energy to go beyond the physical sensations of pleasure and orgasm, to a state of heightened awareness and expanded consciousness. To sum it up when you have a bloody good orgasm for a few moments you actually forget about everything else and actually become one with all there is. We feel everything more deeply, and you can no longer distinguish between elation, euphoria, ecstasy, bliss and orgasm. I do not expect you to be convinced yet, but I invite you to walk with me through my recent experiences and discoveries of this whole new dimension to sex.

I have been writing about my sex life on Literotica for quite a few years now and my revelations have always been popular. (Thankyou). Both guys and girls often write to me and say that what they really like is that is that my stories are real life and not fantasy, and secondly that they are written from the female point of view. Readers often ask me for a new story but obviously I actually have to have some more experiences in order to have some more to write about! I love to hear from readers, and many have asked me for an update on what I have been up to. Well now another four years have gone by and I have! As I say I have written several short stories about my different experiences and if you have not read my stories before, in order to best enjoy this latest one, you would be better to read some of my earlier stories first. This latest story will then make more sense if you know more about me and what has gone before.

You can find my five previous instalments under my name of Rachel6. They are best read in chronological order i.e.:

1. Rachel’s life As an Exhibitionist

2. Rachel Is Shared

3. Rachel’s Exhibitionism Nemesis

4. Rachel Reveals More

5. Rachel Reveals All

The last one ‘Rachel Reveals All’ combines all of the first four stories into a single novel. Thus in ‘Rachel Reveals All’ I related most of the interesting sensual and sexual experiences of my life up until my mid-forties. At the end of ‘Rachel Reveals All’ I said I did not know where my situation would lead. I was in a polyamorous relationship with my husband Andy and my dear friend and lover Tony. I was having interesting sexual encounters at the spa that we visit, but although I was having a lot of fun, I felt that my sex life had plateaued. I did not know where else it could go or what new sexual experiences were left for me. At that time, I imagined that further hi jinx at the spa would form a big part of it. Or maybe I would just start to grow old gracefully and my libido and desires will subside. I hoped that Andy and I would stay together. I love life and going into a future which is unknown is all part of its fascination to me. I did not know whether there would be another instalment. As I said at that time, I felt that my sex life had hit a cul de sac and I could not see what I wanted to do next to keep up the interest and buzz. My journey of sexual exploration seemed to have reached an end. Oh boy! If only I had known what was coming next. I could not have been more wrong. As I say I would prefer readers to tackle my earlier stories before this latest one as you will understand me more and enjoy this latest submission more.

This latest submission will pick up my story since I wrote ‘Rachel Reveals All’ in 2015. Four years have gone by since then and I am now one year away from the Big 50.

As with my previous stories this one is intended to be an insight into the thoughts and actions of a real girl / woman who is a closet and sometimes not so closet exhibitionist. This I fear will be a fairly tame story for some readers as this is a story about a real woman and you need to get to know a bit about me and my feelings along the way in order to get the most out of it. If you like fast moving stories where the sexual gymnastics start in the first paragraph before you know anything about the characters, then this story will not be for you and you should move on. My story is erotic, but it is a slow burn and you need to get into the rhythm of it. What makes it erotic is that these are real events that have all happened to me. It is not an unbridled fantasy like most erotic fiction where anything and erzurum escort everything can happen but probably did not.

This is especially true because the sexual experiences on my spiritual journey have been perhaps less extreme and hard core than the things that happened to me in my younger years but are nevertheless hopefully intriguing and erotic in a subtle way. What I am trying to say is if you just want traditionally hot encounters and you are not familiar with stories about my life already then you would be better served to read one of my earlier works than this one. This story is intended to describe what spiritual sex is really about by someone who has actually explored it rather than the fantasises that are often written about the subject.

This is an unusual story in that it will give you a rare insight into the mind of a real live mature woman exhibitionist. No real woman will normally be available or willing to share these real-life emotions, confessions and insights and I am only doing it because I enjoy it and it is a turn on to tell you exhibitionist and voyeur aficionados what it is really like being a lifelong exhibitionist. I have a husband, a reputation, and a career and I cannot just do the things that people make up in unbridled fiction but in this story, I will tell you what I have done in real life. No one in my family and very few of my friends know these things about me but such is the bizarre nature of the internet that you, whom I have never met, will. Naturally neither would I want them to know about my secret life.

If you do not like stories about the urge to exhibit one’s body and be naked in front of others, then please do not read it. Similarly, if stories about having sex in public offend you then please do not read it. You have been warned. Finally, if you disapprove of me, I appeal to you to keep it to yourself and not leave spiteful feedback criticising me as a person.

How can I be so candid and indiscreet about telling you about my life? As I say, I feel driven to write about my experiences because I both enjoy it and find it such a turn on. But obviously, Rachel is not my real name although I do like it and it does suit me, but I need to protect my anonymity if I am going to share all this intimate stuff about me. However apart from the names of some of the other people in this story everything else is real. I would hate any of my friends to know about this side of my life. Obviously, our close friends Tony, and Andrea and my husband Andy do but they thankfully keep my secret, not least because they also would not want their lives coming into the public domain. Much of the content of this story concerns what went on during two retreats that I have taken part in. The organisers and guides of those retreats were happy for me to use their real names but most of the participants preferred me to identify them by false names when I told them of my intention to write this book and I have honoured their preferences.

There are a great many ordinary people out there living ordinary lives who harbour secret desires and fantasies. It gives such people an outlet and a release to have the chance to read about the actual experiences of a few who are prepared to actually share their experiences with others. For some it is enough just to read about others and live their lives vicariously through them. For others they go through their lives feeling unfulfilled and frustrated. Only you can judge who is right. Many readers email me to say they feel the same urges as I do but are frightened to act on them. They would love to have the courage to do some of the things I have done. All I can say is that with everything in life it is choices. What you gain on the swings you lose on the roundabouts. Everything has a cost. If it does not feel right to you to risk your marriage or relationship just to seek sexual thrills, then don’t. My personality is such that I do not seem to have any choice as I am so driven to do risqué things.

A Little About Me

Let me tell you a little about myself. I’m now in my late forties and have been married for twenty- odd years to my husband Andy. We have two now grown up children and we live in the south west of England. I have shoulder length hair, which is now a sort of medium red- brown shade courtesy of regular trips to the hairdresser. However, over the years, I have had it various shades of blond, and auburn and even black for a while but that did not suit me, and I hated it. If I had all the money that I have spent at the hairdressers, I would be a rich woman. I am pretty in a girl next-door sort of way. People say I have a nice smile and that my eyes and face light up when I laugh which is as often as possible.

I have always had to watch what I eat but have kept the weight off and remained slim and weigh about 135 lbs and am 5’5″ tall. I have always liked to dress in such a way as to make the most of what I have and look as attractive and feminine as I can. I work full time in a high street office in a professional job (don’t want to give too much away) and so get the chance to wear smart gaziantep escort two-piece suits with above the knee skirts. When the sun comes out, I look nice in my short summer dresses and skirts. I love to look and feel sexy (which is most of the time) and have always enjoyed sex in all its forms but at the same time, I am quite a needy person who needs to be liked. That is why I really do care what readers think about me, and I love it when I get flattering and admiring email but equally hate it when I get critical and hurtful feedback. So, if you do write to me please be nice! I am a sensitive soul.

I always wear nice lingerie and just the thought that it is there turns me on. Back when I was twenty, I was very slim, probably too skinny really, and my breasts were smaller too before I had had children. I am only about 34 inches now but back then I was sporting no more than 32 inches but they were very firm and pert.

I met my future husband Andy at the beginning of my second year at Bristol University. We were not on the same course and we just got talking at the bar in the students union. We clicked right from the word go and it was one of those situations where within half an hour you just knew that as a minimum, we were going to be great friends and there was sexual chemistry between us from the outset. We became a couple pretty much immediately.

If I am honest, I have always been an exhibitionist-I was born like it although of course I did not know that it was a recognised disorder with a name until I was grown up. What I do know now is that it is a very strong compulsion that is very hard to overcome. I have always had a thing about enjoying taking my clothes off. I adore swimming in the nude in the sea although the opportunities for this in the UK are obviously very rare. Increasingly I discovered that I found brazenly exhibiting my body thrilling and I wanted more and more of this thrill of teasing blokes and even girls to be honest. Anyone will do! I just love being naked in public although sadly due to all the obvious reasons I have not actually done it that many times. They say there is a stripper inside every woman-well there definitely is inside this one.

Somewhat paradoxically and contrarily I am only an exhibitionist when I choose to be and am in the mood. As a woman I get tired of men you meet always staring at your breasts and legs first before your face especially at work. I hate it when you are chatting to them and you see their eyes running over your body lasciviously. I know many women feel the same. It is strange because as an exhibitionist you would think that I would like this, but I do not. It does not work that way. I told you I was contrary.

I have always loved the feel of being naked and always loved running my hands over the cheeks of my bum and over my thighs and breasts. From a young age I have loved squeezing my thighs together when I am naked and feeling the sensation that I get of squeezing my pussy between them. I love the feeling of cool air around my fanny when I take my knickers off and the greatest delight is jumping into a cold swimming pool or a warm Jacuzzi stark naked. I love the freedom of nakedness and the complete lack of restriction through not wearing clothes. At home I prefer to parade around naked or semi naked as often as possible although I do not do this when the kids are about.

I have always wanted to take my clothes off in front of people and find it a real turn on. I just do not understand why most people are so worried and embarrassed about even a glimpse of their bodies being seen. If I am in a changing room at the gym the other women usually go to such lengths to keep covered up and not be seen even by other women whereas I love the excuse to parade around naked legitimately and dry myself without any shyness at all-quite the opposite actually. I would actually prefer it if changing rooms were mixed but I suspect not many women would agree with that. My condition, if you want to call it one, is that I am a compulsive exhibitionist-not a slut.

When you read my story some of you may be shocked or appalled at some of the things, I have done but I want you to know that I do not consider myself to be promiscuous or loose; I have not had that many sexual partners compared to what you hear is the norm for young people today. I have stayed married to my husband and been married only once and not so many people can say that, nowadays can they? Ok to be fair we now live in polyamorous relationships with another couple (Tony and Andrea) but even so.

I need to have feelings for a man I have sex with. I do not believe in pure physical animal sex and get no pleasure from it. Ok I have broken this rule on a couple of occasions through being drunk or exhausted and tired, but these experiences have only affirmed my beliefs. I do not like to simply have sex. I need to ‘make love’ to a guy with all the kissing, foreplay, emotions, and cuddling that goes with it. Nowadays I feel strongly that I need to know a man first to have sex with them. I would never be someone who would look for casual sexual encounters on hatay escort the internet on e.g. Craig’s List or on Tinder on your phone. I am only interested in actually meeting and knowing people and becoming friends with them first.

It Started with Mindfulness

Since my last submission, as I expected, for a while I continued to visit the naturist spa in Bristol and that was where I occasionally continued to partake in encounters with other men usually in the company of Tony. Usually these encounters were just flirting and fun, maybe with some touching or masturbation but almost never ended in full sex. I enjoyed these to a certain extent, but the novelty started to wear off, and I began to feel a little used and the experiences started to feel empty. I became a bit too well known at the spa and had a bit of a reputation to the point that too many blokes just assumed I was available to paw and grope as their right. The novelty was beginning to wear off and I wondered if there might be something different out there for me.

At that time, I also joined a naturist swim club that met weekly on a Wednesday evening and I have to say I did enjoy that a lot. I must tell you that swimming naked is so different to swimming in a costume. I do not understand why it makes so much difference and is so much nicer, but it just is. It just feels so pleasant on your body as you traverse the different temperatures in the pool. Your whole skin seems to become one erogenous zone! I do not know why I had not joined it years ago. They have a lane for swimming lengths and that was my interest really. I am a reasonable swimmer and I love bashing up and down that pool with the freedom of not having to wear a cossie. I have to say the great majority of those that attend are men, and women are in a small minority. And I am absolutely the only woman who does lengths. All the other females that ever come stick very closely to the male escort that they came with, and no other females ever come on their own. Why are women so timid? Well at least these women come at all. Ninety-nine point nine nine nine percent of women would rather die than swim naked in public. Well here in the UK that is true anyway. Curiously most people (including the guys) get in the pool and then after very little time congregate and chat. For most it is more of a social thing. Neither Tony or Andy ever come with me. When I have completed my lengths, I too enjoy chatting with some of the guys and it was in fact through this group that I first met Joshua who became my masseur in Bristol.

Another curious thing is that many of the guys obviously discretely play with themselves at regular intervals to try to retain a semi-erection in order presumably to be ‘bigger’. Size seems to matter in that gathering at least. Honestly why are men so insecure about their size? Trust me size really does not matter to any woman. Once a penis starts to enter you the pleasure is all in the entry and around the mouth of the vagina. Most of the pleasure and nerves and sensitivity is all at the entrance of a vagina. It is not about going deep. In fact, large penises being thrust in deep can be very painful and uncomfortable. It is not the size but what you do with it as they say. I blame all the porn on the internet that only ever seems to show huge pricks being thrust roughly into women who are always writhing in ecstasy.

My journey into exploring spiritual sex started with my interest in mindfulness. I’m going to make this part as brief as possible because this is not a book about mindfulness, and neither are you reading my story in order to find out about such things. It is necessary though to tell you as succinctly as possible how my journey into spiritual sex began. At this time about three years ago I became a searcher into the more deep and meaningful stuff about life and happiness. People describe this as addressing the ache that many feel that there must be more to life than this. I was as I am sure you have already identified a fairly shallow woman who was driven by a fairly selfish and single-minded desire for sexual encounters with two men and occasionally more, and to get my kicks through exhibitionism. But I started to ask myself the common midlife questions of whether I was really happy, and was there more to life than this?

I began attending a Buddhist meditation group, which I know sounds out of character, but I was persuaded to attend a meeting by a female work colleague. I have to say right from the very start the things they were saying resonated with me. Not the airy-fairy stuff about reincarnation and rebirth, but the more down to earth stuff about calming the mind and understanding that we are what we think, and that how we have a choice about what we think and how we respond to life. I quickly became an avid consumer of self-help books on emotional and spiritual intelligence, mindfulness, happiness, etc. I could not get enough of it and started to practice regular meditation. I actually moved away from the Buddhist group in favour of an independent meditation group where I made a number of friends who were also on a similar journey and were kindred spirits. I must emphasise dear reader, and it is important to me that you understand this, that I had not ‘found God’ or something. I am not religious in any way and neither is spiritual intelligence and mindfulness anything to do with religion.

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College Roommates Ch. 04: Mall Trip

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“I love you,” she whispered a huge smile on her face. I smiled too pulling her into my arms for a kiss.

“I love you too,” I cooed stroking her cheek. I took her hand and she grabbed her purse and we headed down to meet Rebecca and Stacey. My aunt let Rebecca keep a car on campus so we all just took her jeep to the mall. Rachel and I sat in back, Rachel lying down her head on my lap. Stacey kept looking back at us then Rebecca turned up the music to stop a confrontation. Rachel sat up then singing and dancing Rebecca joining in. I missed this, the group of us hanging out. Summer was so hard on me… Rachel danced Rebecca and her singing together and laughing at Rachel’s goofy car dance moves. She and I knew that she was a terrific dancer but her in a car and that just was not the case! I kept noticing Stacey glaring at me and it was getting really obnoxious.

“Where have all the good men gone and where are all the gods?!” Rachel turned to me dramatically, “Where’s the streetwise Hercules to fight the rising odds?” she took my hand, “Isn’t there a white knight upon a fiery steed? Late at night I toss and I turn and I dream of what I need!” then she did jazz hands as the temp picked up screaming out in sync with all the ahh’s! I laughed then and Stacey did too watching her as well. “I need a hero! I’m holding out for a hero til the end of the night!” she sang along dancing and I shook my head covering my face in embarrassment. There were a lot of things I loved about this girl but I swear when we were in an open car and she just spazzes out it is not adorable. It’s embarrassing. She knew it too. And she worked it anyway!

“Hey ladies!” we pulled up to a red light and Rebecca turned the music down looking over at the car next to us. Stacey crossed her arms staring dead ahead and Rebecca waved flirtatiously. I waved too, Rachel giggling as my hand crept onto her thigh. She nudged me and I leaned toward her to whisper in her ear.

“Too bad they don’t know,” I mumbled and she giggled turning and kissing me suddenly. I was shocked then I kissed her back and the guys hollered as Rebecca took off at the green light. They honked but Rebecca lost them and we all started laughing, except of course Stacey who just stared dead ahead her arms still crossed. We got to the mall a few minutes later and got out all talking animatedly. Stacey was really pissing me off though, the way she kept glaring at me.

“Hey, Rachel, let’s go get some pretzels!” Rebecca grabbed her arm and tugged her along as I stood in line to get myself lunch at the SubShop. Stacey cleared her throat stepping up behind me and I turned.

“You have been angry all freaking day so far and I’m pretty sick of it,” I said and she rolled her arms crossed.

“I didn’t appreciate walking into a lesbian love fest in my room!” she snapped and I threw my hands up in the air laughing.

“Unbelievable! That’s your cop out?” I kept laughing shaking my head and she grabbed my arm stopping me from turning around. “What?” I demanded and she stomped her foot.

“I was making her better, she was obsessed with you. It was unhealthy and I was helping her get over you!” she said and I rolled my eyes trying to turn way. She stopped me again. “She was going to have sex with me you know?” Stacey said her eyes now feisty trying to hurt me. “Yeah, the other night. I had gotten out of the shower and was drying off and she got all over me, trying to have me. I was about to let her when she stopped saying she just couldn’t. She had to try and get over her feelings for you before she could do anything with me,” her smug smile really pissed me off more. I felt my lips purse my eyes narrowing.

“Well, either way, I have her now. Deal with it,” I said and turned away. I ordered my food and found Rachel and Rebecca at a table, sitting down with them. Stacey came later with a tray and some italian food. We all started just talking as if nothing was wrong but I wanted to freak out on Stacey. She just kept flirting with Rachel and making it obvious to everyone that she wanted her. Rebecca was even getting uncomfortable and sexual behavior was the most natural for Rebecca out of all of us. Rachel excused herself to go to the bathroom and we said we’d wait here for her to get back. Rebecca turned to Stacey immediately.

“Grow. Up.”

“Look you don’t understand! She wanted me too! Then she comes back into the picture,” Stacey pointed at me angrily and Rebecca pinched her nose.

“You’re delusional! Rachel came running to Nikki, not the other way around. In fact Rachel spent the entire night in her bed and confessed her apologies and her love. Rachel even told her about the fact that you’ve been trying to get with her!” Stacey’s face went red with anger and embarrassment. Rebecca grabbed her arm both aggressively and comforting at the same time. It was a weird gesture but Stacey got the picture. “Move on. Okay? Rachel is not someone who can handle this type of stuff. She is sweet, and innocent except when it comes to Nikki. And that’s because bursa escort bayan Nikki is meant to be with her. No one else. Got it?” she stared at Stacey who just sat there silently. Then she nodded slowly and pouted picking at her food scraps. Rachel came back her hair now up in a cute bun. She saw Stacey’s sad expression and looked at all of us.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I said standing up taking her trash and mine throwing it out. We all headed to the arcade and played games for a while, waiting for the movie time. According to Rebecca there was an event planned for our school to all meet at the movie theater for a showing and there were buses transporting tons of students. When we headed to the theater I realized she wasn’t crazy. There were tons of students, a lot of them being freshmen. Some students walked up to Rachel and she hugged them.

“Hey! Guys this is Dom, she’s my,” she paused and looked up at me I took her hand and smiled.

“Girlfriend,” I finished and we both smiled at each other for a second. The group of girls giggled and they started talking about Rachel’s work in her music theory class. I guess she was really popular among the music department. I was feeling a little left out but also really proud of her.

“You have to see her perform!” a guy said who joined the conversation a bit late. He was staring at Rachel with absolute love, lust, and admiration. I was getting irritated all these people doting on her. It made me want to just take her away and hide her. She was my love, and I was tired of people doting on her so obsessively.

“She’s performed for me,” I said proudly and Rachel blushed deeply clearing her throat. Rebecca snorted with laughter at the guy’s expression. Rachel nudged me playfully and I kissed her forehead. There was some brief chit chat and the guy was just staring at us totally unsure how to handle this turn of events. Rachel ran ahead with the girls to get our tickets and some snacks. Rebecca, myself, and the guy stayed back.

“Hey, so you and uh, Rachel?” he asked me. I nodded still amused at his dumbfounded expression. Rebecca spanked me playfully.

“We’re just a bunch of lesbians over here!” she hollered and I lost it. The guy laughed too and Rebecca smiled pleased with herself. She always knew how to make things better. Stacey was watching us from afar standing on the outside of the group. I’m not sure if she was staring at me with envy or if she was still just angry at me for “stealing” Rachel from her but I didn’t care.

“My name’s James,” he said reaching his hand out. I shook it still trying to calm down from Rebecca’s outburst.

“Yeah I’m Dominique. Rachel calls me Dom, everyone else pretty much just calls me Nikki,” I said. He nodded shoving his hands into his pockets.

“Sorry about, uh, you know, coming on to her?” he said and I shrugged staring at Rachel now.

“She’s smoking hot, she’s talented, she is so nice, and lovable. I’d be more offended if you didn’t like her,” I said and that wasn’t wrong either. It felt amazing knowing I had the one girl everyone wanted. He scratched his head laughing nervously.

“I asked her out a week ago, you know?” he said and I looked at him shocked.

“Yeah? What did she say?”

“She’d think about it,” he admitted and I laughed looking at her. She waved at me excitedly pointing at a jumbo bag of M&M’s. I laughed giving her two thumbs up.

“She doesn’t know how to hurt people. In fact she punishes herself worse than anyone ever could when she hurts someone,” I looked back at him and he nodded. I punched his shoulder playfully and he smiled. “If you want to take her on a date you can, I guess? But that’s up to her. I’m not gonna stand in her way of happiness just know that she does love me. And if you ever hurt her, I will hurt you,” I said sternly and Rebecca coughed on her drink looking at me terrified at my threat. James rocked on his feet uncomfortably then and Rachel came skipping to us which was an incredible feat in her heels.

“Let’s go! I sent them in to get seats for all of us!” she grabbed my hand and we followed. She made everyone happy. It was unbelievable. I was still so surprised she never had any friends in High School. This girl was meant to be around people. Her love was so amazing to experience, even if it wasn’t romantic it still made everyone around her happy. Rebecca and I had a long talk about it one day when she had gone home for a long weekend to see her mom and Rebecca offered to sleep over last year to fill the empty room for me. We talked about her the entire time. It was when we really first started calling each other our girlfriends. It still surprises me to this day. We joined the crowd filing into the theater and I pulled her close my hand on her hip my lips at her ear.

“You are the most amazing woman here,” I whispered and she giggled shaking her bag of M&M’s.

“Stop it! You are!” she teased staring excitedly at the amount of chocolate she had in her hands. We shuffled in gorukle escort and the girls I met earlier were all hollering at us from the middle of the theater. We hurried up to them James sitting on the other side of Rachel. I was pretty grateful he snagged the spot before Stacey could to be honest. She sat on the other side of him next to Rebecca who was flirting with the boy next to her. I rolled my eyes not surprised in the least bit because that was just Rebecca. She tried dating last year but as it turned out her suspicion was right, John was cheating on her. I felt so bad when I found out, but we loved her enough that she realized she didn’t need a guy.

“So we want to thank you all for coming. We are glad to introduce this new tradition for the school! We’d love your support and feedback on ideas for the Student Events Group to plan things like this in the future. We got the movie theater to play a special showing of the Romantic Comedy,” he paused and there was a playful drumroll in the crowd. “Other Woman!” a lot of people cheered some people grumbled, but I was excited. I loved this movie. Rachel looked at me offering me her chocolate.

“You’d really share your chocolate?!” I teased my hand on my chest in shock. She laughed then we got shushed as the lights went down the movie starting. We held hands and snuggled innocently through the whole movie. James kept glancing at us, very curious about our relationship. I felt very intrigued about his interest with us. I wasn’t sure if he had ever seen two girls together, or if he had it probably was only in a porno. I reached around her my arm pulling her closer to me, seeing him watching me. I don’t think he realized I was watching him watch me. She snuggled up leaning into me letting my hand rest on her leg. She sighed happily and I started stroking her leg softly teasing her dress up inch by inch. His eyes were locked on my hand and I smiled feeling her squirm. She told me before she loved risque things like us being a little too sexual in certain settings, so I felt like maybe this would be one of those time.

“You okay?” I whispered to her looking down feeling her tense up. She looked up at me with a smolder in her eyes and I bit my lip smiling nuzzling my nose against hers. She twisted a bit, her butt coming up off the seat. I reached down to her ass, seeing his eyes following my hand. I rubbed her leg and her ass lovingly and she sighed content. Then I felt a little more daring. I slipped my hand down further a devious smile on my lips. She didn’t protest but I felt her squirm again as my hand moved up between her thighs pressing up against her pussy. She was soaked. I felt my stomach knot up then and I was instantly turned on. I bit my lip groaning so softly. Her hand squeezed my thigh and I took that as a go ahead so I pushed her thong to the side with my fingers letting them slip up against her soppy slit. She tensed up trying to stop herself from trembling. We were pretty discreet in these kinds of settings but I know James was enjoying the show, and it definitely wasn’t the one on the screen. He eyes were locked on my hand. I moved it just enough to show him her pussy and I watched his mouth open just ever so slightly. He had a bulge in his pants too. I rubbed her slowly then. She had gotten so good about being quiet in public.

Her hand massaged my thigh, and that was my signal to keep going. So I did. I slipped my fingers into her feeling how ridiculously wet she was. I worked my fingers in and out slowly and she sighed moaning so quietly. I watched James trying to gauge his reaction to her. He crossed his legs to hide his bulge but continued to watch. I felt her pussy tightening and realized she was about to cum on my hand. I went a little faster and she went rigid her fingers clawing at my leg. She shivered and I looked at her playfully confused.

“You cold?” I whispered and she nodded not able to make any noise or say anything for fear of giving us away. I scooted closer to her getting my fingers deeper and she twitched then shuffled to look like she was adjusting too. I sat there with my hand pressed up against her pussy my fingers in her for a while longer, turning to watch the movie occasionally playing and teasing with her sweet little sex. Soon though she reached to move my hand to readjust and I let her knowing she was done. We still cuddled but she sat up more just holding my hand that was covered in her juices. She was so naughty, it was amazing.

“That was a wonderful movie!” she gushed when it ended turning to me with a huge smile on her face. I giggled giving her a quick kiss. James stood up then and we all did too following Rebecca out of the row. Rachel, Stacey and Rebecca ran off to the bathroom with all the other girls leaving me with James. I wanted to tease him.

“You enjoy the show?” I asked and he looked up at me horror in his eyes. “What? Were you not watching the movie?” I asked pretending to be confused. Relief struck him and he shrugged.

“The movie wasn’t bursa merkez escort bayan really that interesting,” he said and I nodded pursing my lips hugging myself kicking my foot.

“Yeah, I wasn’t really interested in the movie either. But I do those things to make Rachel happy you know?” I said and he coughed uncomfortably shifting his weight his hands shoved deep into his pockets. “She just loves seeing movies with me. Said it makes her reeeeally happy, even if I don’t care for or watch the movie. You know?” I pushed and he nodded.

“That’s really nice of you,” he said then and I shook my head laughing.

“It’s completely selfish though. Because bringing her pleasure brings me pleasure so,” I changed my phrasing and he tugged at his shirt collar rocking now. “You alright? You look like you saw something that really shook you up,” I said in concern putting my hand on his arm. He stared at it then, remembering it was the same hand that was just inside Rachel. I saw Rachel coming back and I took my chance leaning toward him to talk softly. “She likes it when people watch, don’t worry,” I smiled as he looked up at me in a panic then his eyes bulging.

“Rebecca said she and Stacey wanted to run to Victoria’s Secret to go shopping for some ‘perfume'” she giggled putting air quotes around it. I took her hand and looked at James then back at her.

“Why don’t we all go. You could use something new and sexy,” I said to her and she blushed deeply biting her lip.

“Is that really appropriate in front of James?” she said looking at him apologetically. I punched his shoulder playfully and he rubbed his arm smiling forcefully.

“Sorry if I’m freaking you out,” I said and he shook his head then pursing his lips.

“Let’s go!” he chimed in, more excited than he should have been. We headed to the store making small chat and I kept dropping subtle hints about James watching me finger Rachel in the movie. He kept blushing every time I brought it up and we made it to the store and I let Rachel go crazy with Rebecca.

“Surprise me!” I called after her and she giggled with Rebecca going crazy. It felt so good to have her back.

“So, did you do that on purpose?” he asked looking at me.

“Do what?” I pretended to not understand his question then he looked at me like I was stupid. “Oh you mean finger her in front of you?” I said blatantly and he looked around quickly to see if anyone was listening. “You looked desperate to know what our relationship was like,” I admitted pretending to look through the thongs. Some were pretty cute but I was really excited to see Rachel in whatever she picked out.

“What do you mean?” he pressed and I shrugged holding up a thong to him.

“Wouldn’t this look good on her?” I teased and his cheeks went red.

“Stop avoiding my question!” he demanded and I laughed.

“Relax. She is really dirty, not as innocent as she comes off. She loves it when people watch in fact she plans movie dates just so I can do that in the theater. She loves the idea that people may be watching or at least that’s what she told me. I figured since you liked her it would be nice to give her that,” I shrugged and he looked shocked. “Besides, you do seem extremely curious about how she and I are together,” I said and he looked down embarrassed. “You want her don’t you?” I pressed and he shrugged not wanting to look at me.

“I guess yeah, she is amazing!” he finally admitted and I smiled pleased with myself. I set down the underwear and leaned toward him.

“Yeah, she is. Especially in bed,” I said feeling evil. His cheeks went red and I chuckled.

“Why are you doing this?” he asked and I shrugged.

“Because I feel like you’re really interested and even though you won’t admit it you like hearing me talk about it,” I said and he didn’t argue. Rebecca stepped up to us and I smiled at her.

“You ready?” she asked me and I nodded letting her lead us to the fitting rooms. She pulled me into the room James having to stand outside since he was a guy. I saw her then she was twisting and turning in front of a mirror. She was wearing her own thong but she had on this sexy black corset with a lace bodice her skin looking so smooth. Her hair was down and she teased it to look all wild and sex ridden. My heart stopped when she smiled at me posing.

“What do you think?” she asked sweetly and I bit my lip afraid if I went near her I wouldn’t be able to contain myself.

“I think you should put something decent back on before I,” I stopped then and she nodded giggling. “Wait,” I pulled out my phone and took a picture of her. She posed innocently and it made her even sexier, if that was possible! She slipped back into the dressing room and I turned to Rebecca. “For the love of God, please make her buy that,” I demanded and Rebecca laughed pushing me out.

“Okay well at least I know what you like now,” Rebecca sounded devious and I assumed Rachel and her were planning something special for me so I didn’t protest and continued perusing while they ran around giggling and hiding things from me. James was talking to some girls who were picking out some thongs and I guess they were asking his opinion which amused me. I found one that looked like the one Rachel was wearing today so I walked over to the girls and held it out.

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