heard cry's for help from next door, i got up and went over, the door was unlocked to find my neighbor stuck under her sofa, ass hanging out of her dress with her struggleing. i of coarse had to take a few pics before helping her. later i found out she was trying to move her furniture around when it tipped on her and trapped her under the weight of the sofa. was hot watching her struggle!

This is a story of a guy that followed me around the mall and kept trying to attack me one day. It involves a bit of sexual assault but not as bad as it could have been. Also I skipped out on a lot of the details, especially with the touchy parts, even though I remember all the details. If it doesn’t make sense I can describe a lot more detail in comments or PM, but I’m skipping a lot of details to keep it from being a novel (I tend to ramble if I get started). And I apologize for this being so long. I was typing it on a word document and then pasted it here and saw it was so insanely huge.
To be honest I’m not really traumatized by what happened, and the experience wasn’t remotely as bad as some of the people on here have gone through so I don’t demand sympathy. In fact I’m not even really bothered by it as much as I should be (Is that weird?). It’s something that only I (and I guess the guys involved) know about and I like to keep it that way, which is why I didn’t report it or anything. In writing the whole thing down it makes me realize that I was pretty stupid. After the first situation I really should have learned better than to let myself get into the others (you'll understand if you read it), but I guess I kept shrugging things off and assuming that I could get out of all the situations without making a scene and getting police involved, even though in reality I was just lucky every single time. It was really stupid of me to not scream and thrash as much as I could, I don't even know why I couldn't manage that. Still, luck saved me and for that I ended up better than a lot of other people, and so I'm thankful for that.
I guess I’m just writing it so that somebody random can read it, since I want to keep it secret from my real life. Again I don't know how much sense my writing makes, hopefully enough.
Anyway on to the story for those who care to read it:
It happened in spring of 2012. It was the day my older sister, Amy, was graduating high-school. Pretty much her grad events started at like 10 AM for group pictures in the sunlight and stuff, then they had a break for about 4 hours to do what they wanted before everyone had to meet up for the convocation part. My sister and her friends all wanted to spend the break at a nearby mall, since we needed lunch/shopping and had time to kill. My mom drove us all to the mall and dropped us off there, having to drive home to pick up my step-dad and younger brothers who didn’t want to come with us in the morning.
When we got there Amy’s friends decided it would be fun to go have lunch in the gas station in the same parking lot. It had a little A&W attached and they thought it would be hilarious to go to a fast food restaurant and eat gross food dressed up in all fancy dresses. We got our burgers and sat down at one of the tall round tables with the high up stools so that their dresses stayed mostly off the floor. I didn’t have that problem since it wasn't my grad, so I was wearing a moderately short minidress. It was black, stretchy, and had the zipper on the front. Big dresses aren’t comfortable, plus there wasn’t a chance of it being stepped on and ripped (which happened to one of them at the dinner).
We were eating our lunch in the corner of the gas station where there were like four tiny round tables. As we were eating two guys came in and got some food. One of them, a chubbier fellow with a thick beard and a hat, went and sat down at one of the other tables but the other one decided to stop and chat with us. I guess the outfits made it pretty obvious it was grad time, and Amy’s friend Christine was in a super friendly mood and more than willing to chat with him about how awesome of a day it would be, even though he was probably like 50 years old and looked like a cross between a trucker and a homeless guy.
That was all fine with me, I’m not a talk-to-strangers type of person but I just ate my food and didn't get involved, however I did listen in. It was mostly the greasy guy chatting about all his grad stories, girls’ dresses getting ripped, guys falling through tables, a couple fights etc. however there were a lot of mentions about how good looking the girls were back then, as well as a few random compliments about how good all of us looked. He didn't seem entirely creepy, just so friendly it was awkward.
Anyway after I finished my meal the guy got up and left the building (leaving his friend still at the table), and after drinking my whole drink I really had to go pee. The other girls were not finished eating (because they do more talking than eating) and so I told Amy I was going to the washroom really quick and she just said to hurry up because they wanted to go to the mall soon. So I found the bathrooms and went in. They were on the other side of the convenience store near the refrigerated drinks through a door and a little hallway.
I finished in the washroom and went back out, but jumped in surprise as I opened the door since the chatty old dude was standing right in the door frame, staring down at me. He was certainly not on his way to the guy’s room. He must have come back inside and noticed I had gone to the washroom and decided to come visit me. He was partly blocking my way out while I stood with the door open. I’m not stupid and could tell what he wanted me for, since he was very obviously undressing me with his eyes as they looked me up and down. His stare was so intensely penetrating that I felt like I was already naked. I felt tempted to just strip down right there to save his imagination the effort, and by the look on his face his imagination was already doing a good enough job that he might not even notice the difference.
I knew I was in a dangerous spot, but I honestly couldn't think of a good way to get out of it. He was a very strong looking person and I was certainly not, so if I tried to push him out he would just push in harder. He hadn’t tried to grab me but I was easily within arm’s reach, and it looked like if I tried to scream he could quickly shut me up. He was standing in the door so I wouldn't be able to slam it shut, and I didn't want to step back into the washroom and let him in. All those options seemed they would end with a smile on his face, and definitely not a smile on mine.
The weird thing was this guy didn't seem at all like the person who had been talking to us before. It was him of course, but his entire attitude seemed to have flipped upside down. He no longer looked remotely friendly or full of energy like he was before. He must be really good at faking a friendly attitude, or else has multiple personalities or something. Now he just seemed terrifying and confident, to the point that I felt like there was no hope of me getting away, and that I the only thing I was supposed to do was lay down right there and let him do his thing. That feeling came in waves, sometimes so strong that several times I was very close to simply giving in and saving the effort of trying to avoid something that seemed guaranteed to happen.
Fortunately for me I always snapped out of that feeling quick enough. I knew I had to get out of there, but I didn’t want to try anything that could make him get violent, so I decided to try just assertively walking out the door. I was hoping that he was trying to seduce me in a non-violent way and that if I looked confident about leaving he would let me go. He was only blocking half the door, but unfortunately when I tried to walk by he casually leaned his arm across to get in my way. I pushed on it a little but he wouldn't move, and instead used his other hand to feel down my back, quickly coming to rest on my butt. I was getting a bit scared with him touching me but I still hoped I could get him to buzz off.
“Excuse me!” I said to him in that bitchy tone that always comes with those words. I pushed on his arm again, and he definitely knew I wanted to go but unfortunately was having none of it. He just leaned in and his other hand made its way around the bottom of my dress. It didn't take long for me to realize this was a failed attempt so I turned toward him and smacked his hand away. He responded by pushing me up against the door frame, pressing his body against me while his hands ran down my sides.
(Anyway I’m sure you all get the general idea of where this was going. In the interest of keeping it clean and short I’m going to skip all of this part and briefly summarize. Also because I tend to ramble, so I’ll just skip it entirely.)
Pretty much I tried to keep calm and wriggle away ineffectively for a while. I didn't want to make things get violent since if he started using his full strength I wouldn't have had any hope of getting away, but when I wiggled my way out he just shoved me against another wall. He ended up getting more aggressive and I just got scared to the point of being practically motionless for who knows how long. He kept whispering insults and gross comments about me and for some time I was convinced they were true.
Some sense kicked into me when he pinned me up against the door and I turned the handle, causing us both to tumble down onto the floor. This was followed by a few struggles that nearly ended with him on top of me, but ultimately had me kicking him right in the face with my pointy heel. It was such a good kick that it pretty much reduced him to a crying mess (which he deserved) and let me get out of there. The whole time I forgot to just scream for some reason, but it turned out fine since he was the one left crying on the bathroom floor.
(It probably doesn’t make sense when shortened that much so you can ask questions in PM or comments and I’ll elaborate. If it weren’t for character limits I would end up rambling on with paragraphs about every moment.)
We left the A&W and I didn’t tell anyone or call the police, simply because I had gotten away before anything terrible happened and I really didn’t want to ruin Amy’s grad day by having the police come. Also because if I told anyone then everybody would be sympathizing and checking if I was okay rather than celebrating Amy’s success, which was something she desperately needed since she was kind of depressed. You can call me an idiot for that if you like, but at the time I thought it was the best decision and I really didn’t want to deal with the police anyway. I wasn’t traumatized or anything and I know it could have been much worse. Most of the stories on here are WAY more horrifying than what happened to me. I guess it was made a bit better by the fact that I gave him what he deserved in the end.
As I left the washroom I noticed the other guy was still at his table, finished his food. He was staring at me, but pretending not to. Since the two knew each other I assumed he must have known what had went on in there. Maybe he was keeping watch to make sure greasy trucker guy had me all to himself, or the more likely situation that he was waiting for trucker guy to finish so he could have his turn with me, in which case he was probably very upset that I was out of the bathroom, or that I was still wearing a dress! Either way I’m glad he was out here instead of both of them meeting me in there. I barely had it in me to fight off one pervert; had both come then I don't think it would have taken much convincing for me to do what they wanted. Then again maybe he was totally innocent and I was just being really suspicious.
We had to go to the mall to get movies and snacks for the next day, since the girls were planning to celebrate graduating by doing absolutely nothing productive for as many days as they could manage. We spent a solid half hour or so looking through a tiny local movie trader in the mall and while we were there guess who showed up? Greasy trucker guy! Sadly his face was not as broken as I had hoped it was, although there was a clear cut on his cheekbone.
Trucker guy came in and saw us looking for movies, and once again inserted himself into our group and started talking enthusiastically with the chattier girls in the group. I had resolved beforehand to not make a big deal out of what happened and I still wasn’t going to, even though he had deliberately pushed in between me and Amy to use himself as a wall so nobody would see him put his hand on my butt. I tensed up a bit but didn’t make a scene about it, since I had decided to not let what happened interfere with grad day and to be honest this was nothing compared to what he wanted to do in the gas station. I pushed his hand away gently a few times but it always ended up back right away, a bit more firmly each time. Eventually I just decided to put up with it for the time being and pretended to read some DVD cases. For quite a while he managed to carry on a perfectly friendly and innocent chat with the girls about what movies are good, all while stealthily trying to claw my dress up.
It was actually impressive how he managed to be so friendly when his only real motive was to cop a feel of me. Clearly I hadn’t given him as many of those as I was supposed to back in the gas station. I had resolved before not to make a big deal out of any of this, and if I could let the other stuff slide then this certainly wasn’t a big deal in comparison. He was clever and persistent, and subtle at least, and it’s not like anyone was noticing. Plus I didn’t think he could really do much more than that without drawing attention to himself, but that didn’t stop him from trying. I think he knew that I was never going to report him so he wasn’t afraid of doing this in public, and it seemed like he was going to keep trying to go further. I guess he had no reason not to as long as I was just standing there letting him do whatever he wanted.
I figured the things he started doing were getting so obvious everyone should have noticed, but none of the girls did and they kept chatting. To be honest I still wasn’t too bothered, since I knew eventually we would leave and nobody but us two would have any idea, however what worried me is actually getting caught like that since I didn’t want anyone to know that I had let some old dude grope me in public. I couldn’t tell him off without everyone knowing that, but I realized it wasn’t like he was going to attack me for trying to move away. I pretty much spent the next however long shuffling about the movie store acting interested in random things. He’d follow me around casually to put his moves on me but I never gave him a long enough before I went elsewhere. Eventually he got tired of not getting anywhere and said his goodbyes to everyone and skittered off.
After getting our movies we had to go to the attached Wal-Mart for snacks and all the junk food and pop we could find. We still had time before my mom was supposed to come get us so we killed a bit of time there as well, since we bolted through all the food isles grabbing stuff and had enough junk food to feed a fat army. We spent about half an hour going through the electronics section. My family used to play a lot of Wii games (and some Xbox) so we were browsing the games aisle for a long time. One of the girls decided to buy a DS game and went looking for the attendant to get it out of the cabinet. While she was gone Chris looked in the cart and decided we still needed Munchies. Since they were still waiting for the game they asked me to run and get some while they waited here so I headed back to the food section, snagged a huge bag of the stuff, and started back.
Walking down a main aisle again I looked ahead and noticed old trucker dude yet again. I realized at this point that he was going to keep following us until we either vanished or he got what he wanted. He was between me and the electronics section and hadn’t noticed me yet so I ducked into a side aisle full of furniture and decided to go around a different way so I could not have to run into him. The electronics were a section in the middle and I figured I’d just go around and meet up with Amy before he saw me, however when I got to the main aisle on the other side I saw him again walking down an aisle toward where I was. He still hadn’t noticed me since I saw him through the shelves but I still didn’t want to run into him so I went down another isle. We played unintentional cat and mouse throughout a good chunk of the store.
I ended up in a section close to the gardening section at the back corner of the store with the tall shelving everywhere. I figured by now he knew I was in the store and was looking for me so as long as he didn’t see me I would be fine. I was at the end of an aisle at the back wall. Nobody was around were I was and there were only a couple people down near the main aisle on the other end. One of them was trucker guy, wandering down the main aisle glancing down either side. The aisle near me had a bunch of bins and storage stuff and it was possible for me to look over them through the shelves and watch him. By the looks of it he couldn’t see me. I watched him stealthily since if I tried to leave the end of the isle he would see me. He looked back and forth a few times down the last aisle.
When he finally turned away and started down the other direction I breathed a sigh of relief. However apparently I was watching so intently I didn’t notice footsteps behind me until it was too late, and I suddenly felt two arms around me from the back. One of the hands covered my mouth for a time, although I tend not to scream when I’m scared anyway. After a few moments I saw the trucker guy turn around and head back toward me. I knew the person behind me was the other one from the gas station because I could feel his rough beard on my neck, and I figured they must have been trying to herd me away from the busy part of the store so they could trap me, which I apparently fell for like an idiot.
(Here’s another part that I’ll be skipping a lot of details on.)
I was still holding the bag of munchies in one hand for some reason, but the other was free to try and push him away, although it didn’t work. By the time I realized I’d never push him off like that, trucker guy showed up around the corner and I was immediately stuck between them. I couldn’t push away, there was nobody else in sight, and Amy would never look for me in this corner of the store, so I quickly resigned myself to my current role as the tasty filling of their human sandwich. Thankfully neither of them got to enjoy their filling for very long since we eventually heard loud footsteps from a couple aisles over. To be honest I hoped for a moment whoever was there would go away, because I didn’t want anybody to see what I was doing. Luckily trucker dude let go of me, walked over to the other aisle and started talking cheerily to the person there, leaving me in the arms of the chubby (less strong) guy.
He seemed to be under the impression that at this point I wasn't going to resist anything, so he wasn’t really restraining me. I waited a little while until he was not paying attention and smashed my elbow into the side of his head, and I was able to get away without giving trucker dude time to get back and put me back in my place between them. I even made it out with my bag of munchies. I was really lucky that person showed up in the next aisle, even though he hopefully had no idea what was going on, since without him I was completely expecting to be there until they got bored of me.
Neither of them really chased me, which is good because with the heels I was wearing they could have crawled and caught me. I guess they knew they failed and didn’t want to make a scene, and trucker dude knew I wouldn't make a scene on my own if they left me alone. I was in the clear again and wasn’t worried about them trying something in any places with other people so I resolved to stick next to Amy for good.
When I got back to Amy and the others, they were leaving the electronics and I gave them their food. I got a “What took so long” response, but I didn’t tell them that less time was spent getting the food than was spent trying to escape from touchy perverts. We went to the checkout lines but they only had one open and we had to wait in line for a long time.
Unfortunately I hadn’t seen the last of my admirer, and while we were standing in line I noticed him on the other side of the registers standing by the bathrooms staring at me. I made eye contact by accident and he nodded his head toward the bathrooms with a sly grin, obviously wanting me to join him (and probably his friend) inside. He somehow must have thought I was just playing hard to get, and just teasing him by kicking him and trying to escape. I guess in his backward way of thinking, being felt up in the gas station, followed through the mall, and grabbed at in the back of a Wal-Mart would fill any girl’s stupid, horny brain with such overpowering desire that I couldn’t possibly resist jumping into the washroom to let him finally have his way with me.
As sarcastic as that was, it’s a little embarrassing to admit that I was actually, for some reason, tempted to go over there, and I have no idea why I would even think that while knowing what they would do with me. Unfortunately for him I decided that it would be a bad idea to go into the washroom with them (duh). We all left together and as we walked past the bathrooms he didn’t look as disappointed as I expected, considering I was being such a fun wrecker. Maybe he still held out hope that I was going to give in to my lust and crawl back to him, but more likely he had gotten enough satisfaction from everything else that day even if I left without giving him the entire experience, although I’m sure his imagination had no trouble filling all the holes.
We left the mall and were picked up by my mom in her van. I sat through the convocation while my sister got her awards and diploma. It was all pretty boring to be honest; especially compared to how unpleasantly exciting my day had been so far. The rest of the day went really well and was lots of fun, however the whole day I kept thinking I would run into those guys again, since they kept finding me in the mall. While we were taking pictures outside the church where the convocation was I could have sworn I caught a glimpse of trucker dude in the far side of the parking lot for just a moment, although I was almost certainly seeing things as there was no way he could have found out where we were. Still I didn’t want to go and investigate on the off chance it was actually him, since there would be the remote possibility of being dragged into some white van to be used and left in a back alley, which really didn’t appeal to me.
By the end of the day I was past it all though and I was able to totally enjoy the dinner and dance afterward and have lots of fun. It’s not like I forgot about it, obviously I haven’t, but it wasn’t hard to deal with in the end. I’m totally okay and always have been, and I’m still confident I made the right decision in not telling anyone about it, even if everyone here thinks it was a stupid idea. It wouldn’t have improved my life to get the police involved, but it certainly would have ruined Amy’s grad, and I would have been a terrible sister and friend to do that when she was already so upset about her own life.
Anyway that’s the story. Hopefully it’s still good for this board. Any comments, questions, etc. are welcome. I’m totally good with just talking or answering anything because, as I said, I’m not traumatized by it

I confess to getting hard and turned on by my masseuse.

I know what your thinking just tip her and get the happy ending. Well Elle not that kind of a masseuse. Elle is licensed in therapeutic massage and is phenomenal at her work. My wife and I are both her clients. She works out of a legit chiropractic office so her services are covered on our insurance. My wife recommended chiropractic and massage massage therapy after I suffered a sports injury a few years ago.

The chiropractor had just aligned my spine. I was in waiting room. I had a nagging thought that I had forgotten something. Elle came out moments later to retrieve me. She greeted me with her typical warm smile. Elle was 24. She had a svelte toned and athletic body. Brown hair typically put up in a ponytail. Blue eyes and dimples. She was girl next door pretty. Elle motioned me towards the back rooms. I followed her down the long hall. I was watching her ponytail sway from side to side when my attention was drawn to her perfectly toned ass clad in yoga pants. The tight fit of her yoga pants left little to the imagination. I was fascinated with each perfectly outlined ass cheek rise and fall as her hips swayed side to side. Her walk was purely feminine. I was having a hard time finding a panty line when we arrived at the door to her room. My eyes lingered a bit too long and Elle caught me staring. She opened the door and invites me in wordlessly with a friendly smirk.

SHIT! I realized what I had forgotten. I didn’t pregame. Pregaming in this case meant masturbating before my appointment. A practice I began after an untimely, embarrassing erection I had with my original masseuse shortly after I began massage therapy. I got the impression that I had offended this masseuse so I apologized. After another awkward appointment with my original masseuse, she announced that she was getting married and her fiance got a job out of state. That is when both my wife and I began seeing Elle. Turns out that Elle was a much better masseuse anyway.

Once inside the room Elle asked, You want me to concentrate on your lower back and hips still? I nodded. She continued, You know the drill. Get undressed and I'll be back in a a few minutes.

She closed the door behind her as she left. I quickly undressed. I got on the table naked and face down. I pulled the sheet over me. I put my face in the saddle shaped cradle. A minute later I heard a soft knock at the door with Elle asking if I’m ready. I respond with a Yep. I hear the door open then close, Elle pulled the sheet down exposing my back. I felt her warm oily hands on my upper back moments later. Elle has a touch that is deep, slow and sensual. She intuitively skates the line between pain and pleasure with every movement. My stress melted away. My mind wandered to very recent memories of Elles beautifully shaped 24 year old ass. I mentally slap myself by recalling that I have a daughter her age. Never had I once thought of Elle sexually. No…. Really. I have admired her youthful beauty but never considered having sex with her before. As her hands moved down my back I force any notions of Elles sexuality out of my mind.

My mind wanders……. ***I recall a warm summer day. I’m in a field near my house with my childhood friend JoAnn. We had just finished swimming. We wanted to warm up and get some sun. We followed a deer trail through the yard high tall grass to a deer bed, where the grass had been flattened. We spread our towels on it and layed down. I was enjoying the warmth of the sun on my back when I felt something irritating it. Was it a bug? I shooed it away. I discovered it was a piece of grass that JoAnn was intentionally tickling me with. I told her to knock it off, It itches. Joann continue till I pulled it roughly from her hands and threw it away. I put my face back down in my arms.

Moments later JoAnn says, Sorry.

I answer with a shrug. JoAnn starts gently scratching my back where she had tickled me with the grass.

I let out a pur saying, now that feels good.

JoAnn’s light scratching turns to a light touch. It felt electric. I was being touched in areas that usually didn't get touched. A contented, Mmmmm escaped my lips. As she gently moved her touch slowly on my back. I turn to look at her. I notice the wet bright yellow panties of her bikini clinging to every curve of her vagina. I would come to know this as camel toe later in life. It felt I wanted share the sensation of touch with her.

Hey Joann, this feels really good. Let me do it to you.

She sprung up quickly, reached around her back and adeptly unfastened the back of her bikini top while holding the front against her so it wouldn’t fall off. She held it tight against her while she laid on her belly. Her naked back facing me waiting to be touched. I mimicked the movement of her touch on my back on hers.

JoAnn says, Oooo That really does feel good. I wish girls could go around topless.

Me too, I joke.

She continues, I remember when I was little girl and I didn’t have to wear a top when swimming. I felt free.

I suggested that she take her top off, No one will see in this tall grass. I won’t tell anyone.

JoAnn said, This doesn’t mean I want to have sex. You’re just my friend. Not my boyfriend.

I nodded and crossed my heart telling her, I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do, Promise.

JoAnn turned over and sat up. The loose top pressed against her chest covering her boobs. She conspiratorially looked in all directions making sure that the tall grass gave us enough privacy. She slowly removed the covering from her breasts and dropped the top beside her. She beamed with a triumphant yet bashful brace filled smile. Then she laid quickly on her side facing me to hide behind the tall grass. I don’t think I took my eyes off of her breasts since she bared them. I was fascinated.

What?, she asks embarrassed.

Your breasts have grown since the last time I saw them. Their amazing.

You think so? She responds looking down at them. They’re gonna get bigger. My Mom has big boobs. She looks down at my crotch. Oh my God! Did you get a boner from seeing these.

JoAnns breasts were fascinating. Her chest was no longer flat like mine but had 2 rounded mounds. The areola got larger and her nipples were erect. Joann asks me to lay down. As soon as I do she touches my chest. My eyes are wide open and staring at her lovely new breasts. She self consciously asks to me stop staring her boobs and to shut my eyes. I am slightly disappointed but I cooperate. I can feel her light touch as her fingers move up my arm, across my chest and down my other arm. Her touch is slow sensual. Then from my chin down the center of my chest, over my belly button to the top of my waistband. My cock involuntarily twitches inside my swim trunks from proximity of her touch. I wonder if she noticed. Her touch travels back up to my chest where it makes a lazy figure 8 around my nipples.

Your turn, I suddenly say as I sit up. Surprisingly JoAnn seems to be excited. She lays down and closes her eyes. I mimicked the path her touch took on my body. I touched her lightly as she did up her arm, across her chest above her breasts and down my other arm. Then from her chin down the center of her chest between her breasts. Over her flat belly button to the top of her bikini bottom waistband. I stopped to take a look at her camel toe. I moved my hand back up to her chest where it makes a lazy figure 8 around her the borders of her breasts.

JoAnn coos, Ooooo that feels good.

I asked her if I can touch them. She nodded approval. I cup one then the other and squeeze gently. I can’t help myself. I lean forward and take a nipple between my lips sucking and licking gently.

JoAnn smacks me on the back of my head playfully. HEY! I said you can touch but no kissing. Now you got to show me your boner.

I didn't quite understand the logic but I was willing to play along. I untied the drawstring on my swim trunks then then lifted the waistband to flash my hardened cock.

JoAnn says, I can barely see… Wait. She moves her head down placing an ear on my belly button. I can feel her naked breast against my thigh. My cock jumps. She squeals with delight. Did you just make it do that? Doesn’t it hurt being hard like that and trapped in you trunks. Maybe you should take it out.

I thought for a moment and asked, not before you show me your pussy like we used to. You show me yours and I’ll show you mine.

JoAnn responded with I don’t have anything down there. She nonchalantly pulled up the waistband of her bikini and exposed her pussy beneath the yellow material. Her thighs and torso made a Y where they met. At the Y where all creases met was a cleft barely covered by a sprinkling of dark downy hair. JoAnn pleads, come on Todd. Release it. Take your trunks off. I took my top off. I dare you.

I was never one to turn down a dare so I pulled my trunks down and my cock sprang up at full attention.

Wow! You got bigger too. JoAnn states then asks, Can I touch it?

I nod cooly, but inside I am dying for her to touch me. JoAnn touches me gently running fingers up and down the length of the shaft. I feel so good. Her touch sends shockwaves of pleasure through my body. I Instruct her to wrap her whole hand around it. She does.

Oooo. The skin is soft and warm but it’s so hard.

I ask her to move her hand up and down. She does and I moan. It feels amazing. This half naked girl is stroking my cock.

First she says, like this, while stroking. Wow I can feel the skin moving over the hard part. Then in reaction to my moan she ask, Wait….. Eww! are you getting off?

*** I crash back to the present when Elle asked if her pleasure is good. I think, did she just say pleasure? I come to my senses and reply the pressure is fine. Her skilled hands had been working on my lower back which was exposed to the top of my ass crack. I am now completely aware of my erection that has grown between me an the table.

Elle covered my back with the sheet and moved to my lower half. She exposed one leg and most of the attached buttock. While tucking the sheet between my legs, she inadvertently poked the tip of my hardened cock. It's understandable. It is typically not there. The unintentional physical attention to my cock has me wishing for more. Her hands sensually moved up and down my leg from mid thigh to ankle. If my leg could orgasm it would’ve already shot a load. It wasn’t a stretch to imagine how good those skilled hands and movement would feel on my cock. Her sexual partner was lucky. None of these thoughts helped my erection disappear. She kneaded my bare buttock then smoothed a knot in my hip. She barely gave me time to acknowledge her hands on my bare ass before putting me through the excruciating pain/pleasure of working out a knot. She covered me up and repeats on the opposite leg.

Then I began imagining what Elle looks like naked. Her breasts are C cup. Are her areola large or small? Her complexion is light so the probably pink. What does her pussy look like? She is most likely shaved clean. That seems to be what girls are doing now. Are her labia large or hidden? Her yoga pants left little to the imagination. It was perfect. Ok now I was picturing Elle naked while she massaged me.

Elle asked me how I’m doing. I know what's coming next. Shit! She needed me to turn over. I am at full mast. Hard as a rock. She lifted up the sheet and glanced away to provide a modicum of modesty. She asked me to flip over on my back and move down. I flip over hopeful that I wasn’t as hard as I thought I was. She replaced the sheet. I looked down and my hard on made a tent under the sheet. I glanced at Elles face. To credit her professionally she didn’t even seem to notice. I closed my eyes, slightly embarrassed, willing my erection soft. Nope, not gonna happen. My cock felt every movement of the sheet and loved it.

Elle was up behind my head and working. She said wow, I can feel a lot of tension in your neck and shoulders. Her hands are magic. The tension melted away. I didn’t even about sex for the moment. Until she moved her hands from the base of my neck, over my shoulders down my arms slowly and sensually. My eyes were closed but I could sense her position. I shave my head clean. I could feel what could only have been her pubic area as it lightly touching the crown of my head while she was bending forward over me. I opened my eyes and was staring at the bottom of her clothed breasts. I could only imagine her head inches from my sheet covered phallus. I wonder to myself if she is just as curious about me as I am with her.

Elle finished with my upper body. She moved the sheet to bare my leg, thigh and hip. The sheet felt exquisite as it moved against my cock as she tucked the it in under the opposite leg. The back of her hand grazed it and I nearly let out a moan. She worked my calf, then knots in my thigh when she massaged my hip. I was hyper aware of the proximity of her hands to my cock. She reached across my body and pulled my opposite hip through the sheet. The action caused her lower body to press into my naked leg. I didn’t know how much more I can take. She repeated the same work on my opposite leg. The sheet and her inadvertent touches prolonged my hardness. Before we finished she pulled on my legs to stretch them. She shook them by the ankle and left me wondering is she wanted to see my cock wiggle.

Elle announced that the massage was over by asking me how I was feeling. I told her I felt great as usual. I caught her eye before she left the room. I gave her a heartfelt apology for my condition. Sometimes it just has a mind of its own.

Elle smiled and looked down directly at the sheet where my cock was making a tent. She said flirtatiously, No worries. You’d be surprised how often that happens.
She left me to get dressed.

I really want to confess this, happened a few years ago when I was younger, it's one of my fondest sexual memories. I've always been secretly bi, but was always nervous to meet up with men, so I decided to try and hook up with a couple for a threesome. Met a couple online, they wanted to meet for a drink and see if we clicked before having fun, met them at a hotel lounge, instantly I could tell she wasn't comfortable, made small talk over a drink and they left, got an email that night from them explaining that I was way to young,slight miscommunication, they were mid thirties and I was late teens, oh well. Next day I got an email from the husband asking if I would meet without his wife, he was a good looking guy so I agreed. Met him a few times in his car and sucked him off, he said I gave the best head ever, looking back I only knew how to suck cock from watching straight porn, I thought everybody gagged, deepthroat, drooled, took facials. It's only now I realize I was giving great head, lol. Then one night he asked if I would be willing to try something risky, I hesitantly agreed, and heres why, I parked outside his house, he came out and waved me in, I quietly walked in and left my shoes outside, he motioned me into his bedroom and quickly rushed me under his bed and whispered "keep your head here", he then opened the door to the bathroom where the shower was running and began talking to his wife, I layed there, heart pounding as their muffled voices came from the bathroom. What felt like 20 minutes but was probably only 2 went by and the door opened, I could see both of their feet walk over to the bed and disappear, a few minutes went by with some ruffling and playful laughter, then someone knelt down beside the bed, I stayed motionless as I couldn't tell who it was, then a hand reached under the bed blindly grabbing around until it found my hair, it was him, he gently pulled on my hair until I slide on my back out from underneath the bed until just my head was exposed. I could see his wife's calves and feet as he held them and just a hint of her ass as he buried his face in her pussy. He arched his back slightly so that his cock met my mouth and slide it in, slowly and discreetly pumping it in and out. At this point she began to moan louder and louder, as he pumped deeper and deeper until I gaged slightly and made a small sound, he withdrew and began aggressively licking her, she hadn't heard us. This went on for 10 minutes or so, me with my hands trapped under the bed and him fucking my throat almost to the point of gagging, crazy bastard! Then I heard he say "give me that cock" so plunged down my throat one last time before standing up, I was about to wiggle back under the bed when he gently steped on my shoulder to keep me there, he began to fuck her pussy while I watched, soon I could hear it start to squish as she got wetter and wetter. Then he said "I wanna fucking taste you" she replied " yeah, lick my wet pussy", my mouth began to water in anticipation of sucking his big, fat cock out of her pussy", he knelt down and buried his face in her pussy while at the same time plunging his soaking wet cock into my mouth, as it slide past my lips I could feel her juice gathering until it dripped down my cheeks, she was so fucking wet there was no gagging anymore, it slide balls deep down my throat with ease. He would stand up and fuck her for minute until his cock was dripping wet then go down on her for me to suck it clean over and over, I don't think I've ever been that horny in my life. Then she began to move around, they were changing positions, he got up on the bed and I disappeared back under. I quietly rubbed my cock over my pants while they fucked in various positions for at least 20 minutes, waiting to have my throat used again. Then I heard her start to scream, "I'm cumming!", and her pussy get even wetter as he pounded it. His feet appeared back on the floor as he repositioned her at the edge of the bed and start fucking her again, "are you gonna finish?" she asked, "oh yeah" he replied. He began to pound her soaked pussy really hard as she moaned, I knew what was coming, all of a sudden he pulled, dropped to one knee and began licking her pussy and moaning loudly, I could feel his cock start to pulsate as I wrapped my lips around it, as soon as I did he began to spurt cum in my mouth, pulse after pulse until my mouth started to overflow, I must have swallowed 5 or 6 times before he was done, one final deep throat and he stood up and Kaye's down beside her. "where did you cum", she asked, my stomach went up into throat, "I wanted to lick you while I was cumming", he said, "yeah, but where did you cum", she replied, "in a towel" he answered. "oh, well I'm gonna clean up" as she shuffled off the bed and headed into the washroom and closed the door. I quickly scurried out from under the bed and tip toed out of the room where he followed me into the hallway. "that was great" he said grinning as he stood there naked and still half hard. I smiled and noded, then bent over and deep throated his sticky cock one last time before leaving, he moaned slightly. Best time ever!

My love of 'showing out' in scanty swimwear and shorts started even before puberty. I used to wear my scanty briefs (fashion at the time) and stand in front of the mirror, feeling excited but I guess at that time didn't know why.

Then puberty struck.

From then I would always wear scanty speedos on my weekly visit to the pool with my best friend. My favorites at the time of this 'happening' were bright crimson. They had a style of cut that made my great ass look even better and they had a sort of pouch at front - just a scanty triangle that held cock and balls high instead of letting anything go between my legs. They tapered up to a half-inch at the sides and were made in a very shiny and thin nylon. I'd picked them up at a second-hand shop. I felt real randy wearing them and used to parade in front of my bedroom mirror in them and at night with the light on, knowing that by-passers would see me.

At puberty I thought that an erection was the normal state of a cock and I enjoyed showing it off - a lot! At the swimming baths each week I used to get fully hard by squeezing myself underwater, then pushing my cock down so it poked out the pouch like a tent. Then I'd float on my back so that the tip of my cock would emerge from the water. It's embarrassing to think of doing it now but I just thought it was the normal state of a cock and wanted to prove I was a man at last!

My behaviour probably sparked the unfortunate incident I am about to relate - unfortunate for a regular visitor to the pool.

The shower area contained two large cubicles with very large shower heads - meant to be used by more than one man at once. I used to shower a lot so that my cock wouldn't get too cold! I went in this particular time and both cubicles were empty. Soon I was joined by a guy who stood behind me under the shower head - nothing unusual in that except that the other cubicle had been empty! After a while he came round and stood in front of me, he was tall and muscular, probably about forty-years-old, and his speedos were right in my face! They were bright yellow, scanty and very thin lycra-stuff and I couldn't help staring as a down-curved cock gradually fattened and swelled that sexy fabric. He washed the water over himself, including squeezing that lump and watching him do that gave me a hard and i played with myself while washing the pool water off.

He started breathing heavy and I KNEW he was getting turned on by looking at my body and me doing that and that sent me knee-trembling excited.

Then he came and stood right behind me and I felt that rock-hard cock pressing into my back. Not hard, just gently pressing and moving back and forth, up and down as the man 'washed' himself under the shower. I played with my own dick and pushed back at him, WILDLY excited at the attention I was getting. My first ever sexual experience.

After a little while I felt his hands round my waist, they slid upwards and forwards, his fingers met and caressed my teats. I thought I'd choke on the lump in my throat and I eased up on fiddling with myself because I didn't want to spunk off in my speedos (which I did all the time at home!)

His hands slipped down over my belly, he gently pulled my ass into his body (or maybe I involuntarily pressed as well). Anyway both hands went down and he started pulling at my cock through the speedos.

I loved it.

My knees were jerking and he whispered something like 'take it easy ... nice and easy ... enjoy me... you like to show this off don't you, your cock sticking way out of your sexy swimmers, you know it turns on the girls and boys...'

I just stood there and let him feel me, he had my young-teen widger between finger and thumb and was slowly wanking me off. I was watching the main door in case it started to open at which point I would have pulled away so that he (and me) wouldn't get into trouble because I knew this sort of behavior was 'wrong'.

He kept saying things like 'just relax' and 'just relax and enjoy it,' and just kept giving me the pleasure until WAMBO! I was cumming, cumming in my favorite speedos and this time some guy was doing it for me! He must have felt the warm spunk filling that pouch straight away. He whispered something like 'oh, yeah, that feels good, so good,' and then he gently spun me round to face him.

I was faced with this cock bursting the shiny and tight yellow speedos and I knew what he wanted me to do.

And I wanted to do it.

My hands moved, I couldn't help it. I felt a man's cock for the first time, and beneath lovely, slippery-wet, skimpy-thin speedos.

He grunted, I squeezed him gently, I dared myself for the first time to look him in the eye and found that he was staring down at me, watching what I was doing, breathing heavy

He shuddered and I felt his spunk just pump and pump and pump into those bright yellow lovely things, my fingers squeezed his stuff trapped in the lycra squeezed the lumps, moved over his crotch with loving abandon.

He turned me quite roughly so he was pressed against my back, my ass. He leant down over me, his head next to mine his hands moving at my crotch - 'Cum in them again for me, I want to feel your spunk jerking out into these sexy things,' one hand moved to my ass and gently stroked the wet fabric, slipped under to feel my balls.

I was jello.

He kept doing it, squeezing me off until I spunked again, right into his fingers.

He kissed my neck, asked me if I was coming next week, and left, guiltily.

The unfortunate end to this is that I told my friend (in confidence). He told his mother, his mother told mine and mine told the pool attendant the following week. My unfortunate guy was asked to leave and never come back (I saw him getting told and gathered what was being said). Poor guy! It was my fault!

I was - and am - just incredibly highly-sexed.

Since then I still wear the scantiest swimmers to pool and beach and back yard, the shortest shiniest skimpiest of shorts in summer, or for everyday wear, the tightest of jeans and pants. I still have a nice ass so I still wear jeans and pants and swimmers tight and I get stares from male and female alike. I'm not gay but I guess I must be 'bi' because male or female - everything sexy excites me!

Mick

John watched as Susie stumbled down the side of the van, completely absorbed with her phone. As she passed the van's open door, she stumbled and fell into the van. Her phone went flying and landed on the floor of the van. In a flash, John had her wrists handcuffed behind her back. Susie's alcohol soaked brain started to comprehend what was taking place and was trying to send signals for her to scream, get free, and fight back. Before she could scream a rubber ball was jammed into her mouth. It was large enough that she couldn't dislodge it. Her tongue was trapped beneath it so Susie had no way to push it from her mouth. Her jaw began to ache. She began to struggle but was stopped by the rope that John had placed around her arms just above her elbows. He pulled the rope until her arms stopped moving, then he pulled it another inch, just to make it hurt her. This new pain in her shoulders, added to the pain in her jaws was starting to take their toll on her ability to fight back. That didn't stop her from trying though. Her legs were still free for the moment. Her black dress had ridden half way up her thighs. It gave her more freedom to kick but all she could do was kick at air. John kept well away from her kicking feet. Next was to tie her knees together. He tied then then cinched the rope to ensure it was tight. The long end of the rope was pulled up to the rope around Susie's arms and pulled tight, then, run back down to her ankles. It lay on her bum and legs while John secured her ankles to each other with another length of rope. It too was cinched. Now the bitter end of the rope from her elbows was tied to her ankle rope. Poor Susie was hogtied and gagged in less then two minutes. It didn't stop her from struggling to get free and fight back. But, her binding limited her movements. Next, John tied a length of rope around Susie's eyes, effectively blindfolding her. The bitter end of this rope was pulled tight and connected to her tied elbows. John now took her handcuffs off. They weren't needed any more. But he wanted her to suffer even more and limit her ability to move anything at all. He tied her wrists together and cinched it as well. The bitter end of this rope was pulled around her waist. John next pulled Susie's dress up to her waist and then pulled the rope that was on her waist up her crouch and tied it off to her wrist bindings. Her pink panties were now jammed into her cunt. Any movement at all caused pain to her shoulders and neck. Susie didn't care. She wanted free and to fight this animal. John now closed the door to give them more privacy. He tied a new rope around Susie's elbow binding to an eyebolt in the roof of the van. Her pulled this tight until Susie's D size tits were lifted off the floor. Just to add insult to injury, John placed a dog collar around her neck and connected a leash to it. The other end of the leash was pulled tight to another eyebolt in the floor.
Susie now was effectively immobilized but, she still tried to move and fight this demon. She had to finally stop because any movement at all hurt her whole body.

She was now hogtied, gagged, blindfolded, and secured to the van. She couldn't move her head, hands, or feet. The pain in her shoulders and neck was almost unbearable! Her groans were stuck in her throat. Susie took mental stock of her situation... She was balanced on her knees with her tits and chest lifted off of the floor of the van by the rope to the eyebolt in the roof. Any movement of her hands pulled on her crouch rope adding more pain to her body. The fight was draining from her body and her brain realized it.
She was in a situation that she had no control over. For once she was not in command. What was going to happen next to her? In less the 5 minutes she was transformed from a bitch walking home from a party to a hogtied cunt in a van. All she could do was hang there and wait for whatever came next.