Let's play a *new* game...

[slavedave]

Lindsey,

Fabulous idea.

Ok, so here it goes.

I was a senior in high school and I it was summer break. I needed a physical before I could start playing High School sports and this was my big season. I had my mom call my to make an appointment last minute because it was Wednesday and I had to have the paperwork in by Friday. All good right? Wrong - my regular doctor was on vacation with his family and so my mother had to take any Doctor available. I didn't care, as I was not going to miss my Senior season.

I show up at the doctor's office (shared practice) and do the normal starting procedures. Eyes, wheight, height, so on and so forth. The nurse takes me into the room and asks me the normal questions, takes my blood pressure, and then tells me to take off everything but my boxers and says "the Doctor will be right in, she is just finishing up with another patient".

I instantly started to panic. I am thinking back through my head.....did she say "she"? As I continue to wait, I continue to get more nervous. It's not that I have anything against female Doctors, I just have never had a woman touch my penis and am sure I will get total wood and be humiliated. Tick tock, tick tock.

Finally I hear the chart off of the back of the door, and in walks the Doctor. She is in her early forties as best I can guess and is not too bad on the eyes either. I start to panic more about it and just the thought of being touched by her hands and I can already feel my dick stirring. I am a 17 year old boy, what do you expect?

She sits down and starts going through the questions, writes notes, and then starts the exam. She is looking in my ears and eyes, feeling my jaw, neck, and upper shoulders. Her hands are so soft and warm. She feels around my chest, armpits, and then listens to my heart. It is about to pump out of my chest. She comments as to the heart rate and looks back at my chart to see what my blood pressure was. I feel like I could die.

Next she looks at my arms, asks about a coiuple of scars, and checks my reflexes. She moves onto my legs and does the same. At this point she asks me to lie on my back and starts to check my stomach and there it goes, I can feel my cock start to fill up. I want to be anywhere else but here. She then has me sit up and stand on the ground.

She grabs a chair and has a seat in front of me and starts asking me questions about my sexual history. As she sits there, her head at about my crotch height, I can feel my semi errect cock start to throb. She takes her time, asks if I am sexually active, in which I say have not had intercourse with any women. She notes something and asks about bodily fluid contact, to which I reply "well what counts?". She snickers a little and says, have you given or received oral sex? I studder, now full erect and throbbing, and tell her no. She asks if I have regular nocturnal emisions? I am now more embarrassed because I am not sure what she is asking, so I tell her I don't know, what are thoughs? She smiles a little and says, do you have regular wet dreams? I am so red and embarrassed, "um no maam, I do not". She makes some notes. She follows up that question with, "do you ever have them?". I tell her no. She makes another note and asks how often I masturbate? My heart jumps even more, as does my cock, and I can't find my voice to respond. She sits patienly and waits for my response. I don't have one, I am wanting to die.

"More than 3 times a week?" She asks, to which I reply "yes". "More than 6 times a week?" She asks, to which I reply "yes". She mutters something about "that explains that" as she writes a note down on her clipboard and then sets it down.

She tells me to go ahead and remove my boxers and she starts to put on some rubber gloves. I am so red. I pull down my boxers and out pops my full erection completely hard and unaware of this life ending embarrasement I am going through.

She tries to keep a serious face as she reaches out and starts to check my testicles. Her touch is so arousing that I think I could almost explode right in her gloved hand. Noting my complete discomfort and embarrassment, she says "don't be embarrassed, it is natural".

Just talking to me with my balls and penis in her hand makes me quiver and pulsate. She is very thurough and checks both testicles before telling me to turn and cough. She grabs the other one and pulls it down a little rougher and the tells me to repeat. I do as she asks and she then moves to the base and head, rolling her chair even closer, so she can get a closer inspection. I couldn't be any more aroused and I am trying everything not to cum on her hands. As she squeezes gently from the base to the head, a big drop of precum drips out the slit and she just looks at it. Oh my god I could die. If she does that once more she will get the whole load.

Finally, she relases and rolls back in her chair to grab her chart. She doesn't say a thing as she looks at my member just bobbing and pulsating there in front of her. Seeing how much I am struggling, she finally says we are finished and tells me I can get dressed again.

Whe watches me do this and then walks out the door.

I sign out and leave immediately.

I have often thought back to that day and have stroked myself to may of orgasms just thinking about it as well, but have always made sure to set appointments with male Doctors ever since.

I hope you all enjoyed it and please let me know what you think.

Slavedave

[Dath85]

I had ordered a CB2000 for my at-the-time girlfriend and I to play with. We were into kinky sex and the occasional role play - but had never taken it further than a toy whip and Ann Summers blindfold and fluffy handcuffs. The CB2000 was the first time we'd bought a toy for Me and I was really keen to try it out!

I got home an hour or so before she was due, which gave me time to experiment a bit and find a comfortable way to wear it. I put one of the keys underneath our wardrobe - a pain to get to, but if the others were lost while playing I'd always have a spare. Still wearing the device, I got dressed into my casual clothes and watched TV until she came home from work.

As soon as she entered the house I walked over to her without speaking, passionately kissed her on the lips and gave her the small silver key. She grinned mischievously at me and - combined with the kiss - it made me very hard, and VERY sore. I tried to make myself soft but for some reason the pain was REALLY turning me on... the more I thought about how much it hurt, the harder I got!

I'd been so caught up with the new toy, I'd forgotten about going food shopping. My girlfriend asked me if I wanted to try wearing it outside... it was always like that, consensual... Of course I would love to! She giggled as she put the keys in her handbag and fastened it shut. We decided it best if she drove to the shop ;) and just before we started driving, she gave me another incredibly passionate kiss. She knew exactly what it was doing to me and was loving it. It felt REALLY uncomfortable in the car - I think the seat was causing my legs to crush my balls a little bit and I kept adjusting myself throughout the drive. Longest 20 minutes of my life...

The shopping trip was pretty normal, except every time the isle was clear she'd grab my hand and put it on her bum, or on her bare breast underneath her top.. and once down the front of her pants while she grinded herself into my crotch. Every time I got comfortable, she would do something to make me hard again, it was incredible. Nearing the end, I did say to her that I'd like to take it off in the public toilets of the shop as the pain was getting too much (she agreed) but for whatever reason I decided to stick it out until we got home.

We got home and headed straight for the bedroom. I took a quick stop in the bathroom to check I was still looking 'OK' down there and joined my girl under the covers. I was ultra sensitive and she kept raising her knee to put a slight pressure on my balls. Each time I thought I couldn't take more pain she'd kiss me deep and it would intensify. The worst thing about it was in the dark room she had no idea just how purple she was making my cock and balls... she just laughed off my pain and made me endure more. "Oh I'm sorry baby does that hurt?" as she played with my balls. She made me service her with my tongue while I grinded myself against the bed. It always makes me extra-hard when I use my tongue, and at one point I had tears through the pain but I was loving it!

I think she came 3 times before the pain became just too much for me to cope with. I told her that it really had to come off - and we turned on the lights and saw how purple it was. She took me into her mouth and gave me a really slow, gentle blow job until the colour returned to normal and then finished the evening off with amazing sex.

[drawn]

I'll help keep the game bit of this going, and say that I'll buy into goodboy and Darth85's tales, and am a little skeptical of the others for various reasons (although the world is that much better of a place every time I am wrong!). As for mine, any posters who are curious as to the truth ... are welcome to send me a PM ;)

[z_k]

Here are the rules this time...everyone will be participating.

You will post a short story or sexual scenario. You will describe it as if it happened to you, whether it really did, or is just a fantasy that you have.

Members will try and determine if you're making things up, or are speaking from experience. Anyone who posts has the option to reply to any previously posted stories and comment on real experience vs. made up fantasy.

It's up to you to decide when you want to tell us whether or not it happened to you, or did not. ;)

I was going to share the first memory that came to me in the discussion of things that have happened in the past, but as I was typing it, I realized it was getting quite long, quite fast. In the interest of brevity, I'll choose a different one:

I met my current girlfriend in high school. As some of you might know, high schools sometimes have "spirit weeks," where you wear odd things to "show school spirit." One of the days, my senior year, was "Pajama day." I wore a pair of boxers, underneath a pair of those flannel sleep pants you used to see commercials for, a t-shirt, and a bathrobe - nothing terribly exciting.

A bit of background; my girlfriend (Fay) and I parked next to each other, which meant that we could generally see each other in the mornings before we needed to get to class. This particular morning, Fay and I both arrived a bit early: traffic was light that morning, I suppose. Regardless, being the perceptive sort, Fay quickly noticed that my pants only had a single button enclosure on the front, rather than a full zipper like an ordinary pair of jeans. Being the kinky girl that she is, she decided the appropriate response was to take advantage. She opened her car door and sat sideways, while I stood facing her. This had the effect of blocking any view from the school.

Then she reached inside my pants, inside my boxers, and started giving me a handjob, right there, in the school parking lot. I hadn't masturbated that morning, so it was easy to give me a full-on erection, even with the awkward angle considered, She smiled a crooked smile, and told me something to the effect of, "There's no way you're going to be able to hide this in these pants, doll." Then she stroked me hard and fast for a good thirty seconds or so, pulled her hand out, and buttoned me up.

She was right. Immediately after I was once again decent, she closed the door. I was informed that I was to leave my robe open until I got into the building. In I walked, with a significant bulge in the front of my pants. I was so paranoid that someone would notice; I never got any comments on it, but it still made me worry a bit (I hadn't developed into my exhibitionist self yet).

I don't recall the particulars of that day. We ate lunch together, and I have a vague memory of her once again reaching into my pants to get me excited again, but that could have just been something she suggested doing that's gotten grafted into my memory of the event over the years. What I do remember is the end of the day. We both were waiting for the traffic in the lot to clear out - parking far away from the exits has its 'disadvantages.' Of course, that gave us an opportunity to play once more.

In the same setup as before, she reached back into my pants, into my boxers, and began stroking. I was *incredibly* horny. Besides her ministrations, there were also quite a few attractive girls in my class in clothing just barely on the acceptable side of the dress code. She grinned that fiendish grin of hers again, as she looked straight into my eyes. I couldn't speak, I couldn't move, I couldn't do a thing... her gaze captivated me then, and it captivates me now. My cock began to pulse, as it does when orgasm approaches... she looked down at it, then back at my face, and grinned a bit larger as she stroked me to a full orgasm in the school parking lot.

She wiped her hands on my pants, and looked at the significant wet spot that had seeped past my boxers and to the outer layer. "See you tomorrow," she said, as she got in her car and drove off. I quickly got in mine, and headed home so that I could beat my parents home, and change into something that wasn't covered in my own cum.

Edit to Add: I'd love to hear what people think... certainly including where this ranks on Lindsay's 10-point scale.

[cikinit23]

Here's something that happened to me a few years ago. At the time I was dating a girl who lived fairly close to me and we used to meet up sometimes at a park after I got off work in the evening just to hang out and relax for a bit. She very much enjoyed teasing me and she's a very sexual person so there were more than a few times when our nighttime excursions in the park turned into major teasing sessions for me. This time was a bit different though, we were just sitting on a bench when she started rubbing me through my shorts really slowly, not even looking at me, just rubbing me. As I got harder she started to rub a little faster and also slowly opened her legs then looked me right in the eyes and told me to finger her. I did while she kept up a slow but steady pace on me. By this time i was quite hard and a bit of a spot was starting to show on the front of my shorts. She undid my shorts and reached down and grabbed my cock and gently stroked it as I continued to finger her. She was getting more and more turned on to the point where she was getting pretty close to orgasm. At this point she told me that we were gonna have a race, we each had a minute to see if we could make the other cum. However, if I managed to hold back she would let me take her back to her apt. and fuck her however I wanted for the rest of the night. After what seemed like probly 30 seconds I was not very near the edge and thought I'd be able to hold out until the minute was up, then she suddenly got up and squated down in front of me and took my cock into her mouth and started giving me what I guess I can only describe as a furious blowjob. I thought I was going to die, I instantly got right near the edge and was doing all I could to avoid orgasm when she stopped. She said she felt like it had been a minute but she changed her mind, she didnt was kinda tired so just simply walked off and told me to call her when I got home. I was a bit surprised as to what had just happened but knowing the fact that with her, once her mind is made up there is no changing it, I just drove home and gave her a call once I was about to get to sleep. When she picked up the phone she asked if I was disappointed about what had happened earlier that I didnt get to cum. I said yes, and she said she wished she had me come over because she really wanted to cum now as well. She started laughing a bit and told me that since I was there with her I'd just have to listen to her cum over the phone, she started playing with herself and soon enough her moans were in my ears. I was telling her how sexy she sounded when the biggest disappointment of the night came through, she told me to keep my hands off my cock and just listen. Needless to say that was the most frustrating phonecall I've probly ever had, but also one of the hottest.

[Makarov]

I never thought it would happen to me...

My first experience with real up and at 'em live tease and denial came in the form of a girl who just so happened to be named Lindsey (unrelated to Milovana's infamous). I met her online in a chat room attached to a forum similar to one such as this and after a few days I ended up getting invited to her place.

On one hand her place was a state away. On the other hand I lived by the border of one state and she lived at the border of the other state, so it was only an hours drive, and I was a bit desperate to try the game first hand, as opposed to my own.

I hopped in my car, purchased a bouquet of daisies and drove off to the east. We met at [insert her town here] and had ourselves a lunch at a restaurant that seemed to have it's focus on breakfast foods. I had lunch, she had breakfast (take toast, cover it with jam, add salt and then toss on bits of sunny side up eggs and that's what she ate).

She picked a corner booth under the excuse for the lighting, but as it turned out all she wanted to do was slip her foot from her shoe and give my crotch a rub down. Her caresses went from pleasurable when she rubbed to painful when she pressed. I didn't say anything, not that there needed anything to be said. She already knew what was going on in my pants, she could feel it with her feet.

After brunch was adjourned we retired to her place and watched cartoons for an hour. We watched Invader Zim, a cartoon that caters to the short attention span. All the while she's lying between my legs, rubbing against my crotch.

Finally she turned the television off, set her beer on a nearby table and told me to lower my pants. With a quick tug I pulled my pants and underpants to my ankles, revealing a very erect cock. She sat down beside me, leaned down against me and wrapped her hand around it and began to stroke.

The feeling was incredible but she was surprisingly rough, squeezing and pulling and yanking like it was a flight yoke on a plane run amok, swirling through the skies. She asked me if I was being to rough on my cock, if, when I'm beside myself, do I treat it far too kind and gentle.

She bent over and, her eyes set on me, she gave the head of my cock a squeeze and a lick and I couldn't help but squirm under her torment. She switched hands, stroking my cock with her left and had rubbing herself with her right. My breathing had turned to panting and moaning, I could hear her gasping as she casually drove herself to orgasm.

I was there as well, ready to cum when she let go of my cock. It was already too late to stop it; slowly my cum dribbled out onto my stomach and then she climaxed.

We cleaned up, or more correctly I cleaned up me, and we said our goodbyes. I never saw her again though, but she was the first (and so far only) woman I've met up to play.

[bird]

Well i ve not really into sub/don nor tease and denial so i post my experience that is more pertinet.
(sorry for my bad english)

I go with some my collegues to a confernece in another city.
Just some weeks before i met on msn a nice girl (10 years younger than me).
In that period we play something erotic togheter on msn and sometimes i tell her i d like to be a slave.
Our games were not something different a role play, but that time....

Me and my collegues were expecting to go to the social dinner of the conference.
We are just workning on our laptop in a common room when a popup alert me the the msngirl was online.
We started talking and flirting until she asks me to touch my penis from over my pants.
I tried to explain my sistuation but he didn't surrend.
I was feeling so aroused by that request and situation that I found a desert corner of a common room and i started to obey her order.
Briefly the game becomes more interesting for me. She ordered me to insert one hand in my boxer and to masturbate me slowly. I again obey and my penis was so hot and hard.
When se asked me to pop it out I didnt hesitate for a while. I wan to much excited and aroused.
In a common room with my hard dick on the air for a very young girl.
That girl was playing with me with no fear trying to humiliate me.
So i start to mastubate as she ordered me. O course in a couple of min i was ready to explode.
She ordered me to put my dick in my boxer.
I thought that she was denying my orgasm.... but i was wrong.
She ordered me to explode in my boxer.
I beg her to avoid this becuause of the imminent dinner but she oredered me again.

I did it and i go to the dinner with my boxer full of sperm.
I was so excited alll the dinnere thninking about was it happen.

[duke_no_cum]

I met my now wife through a personal ad, people in the UK will know of Diamond Free ads (one of the yellow papers). I was unemployed at the time and lacked confidence; she was the only one to reply so we arranged to meet. When she got out of her car I couldn’t believe my luck, she was gorgeous, I thought this is never going to last.
The first date we went to a pub had a drink and a chat, I probably chatted more than I should have and the night flew past. I took her back to her car, we chatted some more,
said goodbye and then she kissed me. That moment I thought I was the luckiest guy in the world.
Unfortunately, I had to go away for a week straight afterwards and thought she would think I didn’t like her and was making excuses. I called her a few times while away and when we met again things were great. We’d meet, go somewhere together, I’d take her back to her car, we’d kiss, and then after a few more dates she started jerking me off in my pants while I caressed her breasts and tried reaching her more intimate places.
Weekends I would go down to see her, she lived in a bed sit, just a bed and a huge chair which we could both fit in, very cosy. We would fondle each other, never actually having sex and every night I’d drive home with a gooey mess in my pants. Eventually it was agreed with the landlady that I could stay in the room with my girlfriend at weekends.
The first weekend I planned to stay was to be my first experience of intercourse, or so I thought.
Typically, I didn’t go prepared and before getting undressed we discussed protection, which neither of us had. So I jumped in the car went to the nearest petrol station and bought some condoms.
When back at the house we stripped, kissed and cuddled, unwrapped a condom, and………………….nothing. I couldn’t get hard; it seemed no amount of encouragement would get blood to flow to that area. I was, needless to say devastated and embarrassed and didn’t have the courage to stay the night despite her doing her best to comfort me.
Several attempts over the next few weeks failed, various things from being hard, putting on a condom and going soft and not being able to get hard again, to being hard, condom on then going soft inside her. We would just lie together comforting each other.
Eventually, the day came when everything seemed good to go, I was hard inside a condom and inside her and everything felt great, unfortunately too great, after about 3 minutes I was done and that’s the way it continued.
I tried different things to satisfy her, to make up for my inadequacy. I’d bring her close to orgasm with my tongue, but she would get to a point where she’d giggle, close her legs and prevent me from taking her over the edge, explored every inch of her body, talked to her, tried introducing different fetishes, plus numerous other things all to no avail.
Basically what sex we had got less and less, and at present it has been at least 2 years since we did have sex. We survive on kisses and cuddles and the knowledge that I love her and the way she feels, smells and tastes.

[Marke]

This may come across a bit gay, but that’s not the point.

My on and off again best friend’s sister was a great tease. His mum would give us a lift to school and while I was waiting his sister would always walk through the lounge room in front of me in just her bra and panties. I had to act all cool and unconcerned but … oh my God, did it turn me on. Most of the time she just ignored me or would just make polite conversation, often she was in a rush getting ready for work. Once I recall her yelling at her mom “where’s my knickers?” and her mom then walking down the hall twirling them around her finger.

Anyway, with that background my friend told me he had once played strip poker with his sister. He’d been stripped, but when they played again and she lost she refused to strip completely.

Anyway, one time I suggested we should play strip poker, which we did. Just to make it interesting the loser had to stand on the bed and do a slow turn while counting to a 100. My friend lost all the time. So I suggested that if he lost again, I would substitute for him. Well he lost and I duly took his place. Hands on head, slowly turning, everything on display. I thought I could handle it but I was mortified and had to stop before my count was up. It would be so much nicer if I could say his sister was also playing, but she wasn’t there. Now, how can I explain I had an erection?


Lindsey’s post: um, false. Can’t believe the police would be so irresponsible.

Goodboy’s post: false, has a too familiar ring to it.

Mu’s post: true. LOL and I can relate to it as well.

Goodboy’s second post: false. I might be being unfair, but, well, grandma doesn’t do it for me.

Drawn’s post: I’m guessing true.

Slavedave’s post: false; too good to be true.

Dath85’s post: sounds too good as well, but I think true.

z_k’s post: excellent and i think true or I might just be getting light headed.

cikinit23’s post: dunno so I’m going to say false, no true. Yeah, I think true.

Makarov’s post: just doesn’t ring true I’m afraid.

bird’s post: sounds strangely real.

duke_no_cum: well, hmmm, I think this is true.

Ok, and a final, eh, story from me. This morning I forgot to put the fan on when I had my shower. My wife said I’d have to be punished. I said promises, promises. She just laughs and says she found the riding crop. A short while later I’m out of the shower and naked while she is fully dressed (mostly). I ask if she’s going to punish me. She swats my cock and then tells me to turn round and smacks each bottom cheek.

[Lindsey]

I suppose I can submit a 2nd little story, seeing as things seem to be going so well. ;)

I was in a long distance relationship with my ex-boyfriend, and would make the 3 hour trip up to see him as often as I could. Sometimes just for sex, when the mood struck me right. I'd go up there to see him, leave when we were done, and get in just early enough to get a few hours of sleep before getting up in the morning for work.

One particular night, I did just that. I'll save the details for another story, but I left and started the drive home. Not long after, he called me to be sure I was ok, and not falling asleep at the wheel. I was a bit tired, so we talked for a while and he kept me company. The conversation quickly turned sexual when he mentioned a few things we had done not very long before, and I couldn't resist the temptation...I started having phone sex with him.

I consider myself fairly proficient at multitasking, and I was doing a good job of it. Talking with him, playing around with his sexual appetite, working him up so I could make him cum for me again and fall to sleep that night having 3 orgasms of my doing. ;) ...All while I was driving, and touching myself, just a bit.

I took my time talking him up until I was about halfway home, and decided to make him cum. The rest of the ride is on a nice highway with minimal traffic, so I knew I could cruise through it nice and fast like I usually did and be home in no time. He had an orgasm, thanked me, said good night and headed off to bed. I figured i'd get home, have a little release of my *own* sexual tension, and get a decent amount of sleep. Easier said than done. ;)

Thoughts started to pour into my head. The highway had some light traffic on it, but wasn't lit very well. I was thinking about pulling over quickly and, well...finishing things for myself. Then I thought that was a bad idea, and I should just wait. Then I figured I could handle having an orgasm while still moving and be done with it. Then I decided that would be a bad idea. After tormenting myself with what options I had, I decided to pull over for a quick minute, discreetly pop the trunk and slip my vibrator out of my overnight bag (which I always packed when going up there, just in case), and i'd be able to just recline the front seat and be free from sexual frustration in a minute or so. Brilliant plan!

I did just that...slipped back into the front seat, and sat down. It was summer out, so I was wearing a sundress and some wedges. I slipped my panties off completely and put them on the passenger seat next to me. I reclined the front seat, opened my legs a bit, and slowly slid the vibrator into my already dripping wet slit. I was glad I didn't settle for something else less sexually satisfying. There's something about penetration that gets me off more than just fingering myself. My eyes closed, feeling the sensation of the vibrator inside me, I just held it in place and let it ramp me up closer and closer to cumming.

All of a sudden, my heart almost skipped a beat, I saw a flash of red light through my eye lids. Opened my eyes up, sat up a bit and realized there was a police car behind me, parked on the side of the highway. Fantastic! Of all the things that could happen to me. I had about 5 seconds flat before he was at the side of my already rolled down window. I had 2 things to take care of and it seemed like slow motion while I decided which was 1st priority...getting rid of my wet panties off the passenger seat, or turning off the vibrator and pulling it out of me. Not enough time for both, I thought as quickly as I could, popped the glovebox open and stuffed my panties in there, closing it as quickly as I could.

When he reached the window, the vibrator was still buzzing inside me. I didn't dare try and push it out, for fear it would end up clunking on the floor. I hoped...and I mean *really* hoped that the flow of traffic would stay constant enough to mask the buzzing so he couldn't hear it. The other problem was, after a night of fucking my boyfriend silly and only having one orgasm, I was climbing the walls, and the situation wasn't even killing my sexual buzz.

Anyways, he came up to the window and asked, "Is everything ok?"

"Yeah, you startled me, I didn't see you pull up behind me. I got a little sleepy, so I pulled over to rest a minute, I must've dozed off."

"Well, there are signs that tell you stopping is prohibited unless it's an emergency. You have to pull off an exit or find a rest stop if that's the case"

"I'm sorry, I guess I just figured i'd be quick about it."

"Well, next time, you know. Do you own this vehicle?"

"Yes"

"Why don't you pull out your paperwork for me to have a quick look and you can be on your way"

At this point in time, i'm realizing that my registration for the car is in the glovebox...under my panties. It has a nice BRIGHT light that lights up when you open the door. I think about how i'm going to lean over, open up the glovebox, take out the registration, and hand it to him without the vibrator slipping out on to the floor, without him hearing it, and without him seeing a pair of my panties in the glovebox. I'm also trying not to stall so he gets suspicious about anything. He didn't even really have a reason to ask to see my paperwork, but I wasn't about to argue in the situation I was in.

I pressed my legs together as hard as I could to keep the vibrator in place (this only made matters worse, as clenching my muscles around it intensified the sensations and I damn near had an orgasm with him standing right there). I leaned over towards the passenger seat and pretended the seatbelt was restricting me from reaching. I unbuckled it and in one swift motion, I pulled it off my shoulder and 'accidentally' slipped the strap of my dress off my shoulder, letting it fall down exposing the top of my bra...leaning over into the passenger seat, I popped the glovebox open, pushed my panties as far back as I could and grabbed the envelope with the papers in it.

I flipped the glovebox closed, whipped my head back the other way, my legs still pressed together firmly, the vibrator buzzing inside me relentlessly, and thank *god* that the noise of passing traffic was masking it, I looked over at my shoulder, said "oops...sorry", threw him a little smile and pulled the strap back up on my shoulder. I prayed it was enough to pull his eyes away from the glovebox while it was open. I guess i'll never know ;)

He took the envelope, said he'd be back in a minute and walked back over to the squad car. Immediately I started planning on what do to do clean up my little mess. Then, it happened...I got greedy. I figured he'd be back at the car long enough for me to have an orgasm. He's most likely just come back to hand me my registration, and leave me to go. I wouldn't have another chance to finish myself off until I got home...another hour and a half.

My eyes fixed on the rear-view mirror, I slid my hand down and grabbed the vibrator through my dress...started sliding it in and out of myself. Sooo close to cumming, I knew it would be over in an instant. My whole body started to get flush, and I got a chill down my back. I was pushing myself over the edge...trying desprately to keep my eyes on the mirror to see when he was....opps, the door is opening, right as i'm having an orgasm, he closes it and starts walking back to my car. I twist the vibrator off through my dress, pull it out of me...ruining the last wave of my orgasm and slide it under myself on the car seat, safely out of sight.

He comes back to the window, says, "you're all set...next time find a rest stop or get off the highway. I think there's a truck stop 3 exits up. You look like you can really use some sleep, maybe you should stop there". I reach up to take back the envelope, my hand shaking from the aftershocks of the orgasm I just had while he was walking towards me. Out of breath, I say, "thanks...I think I know where that one is, i'll stop there". he wishes me well, and goes back to the squad car. I buckle up, and pull back onto the highway nearly stalling the car out in front of him while engaging 1st gear. I pull away,looking in the rearview mirror I say, "Oh...my...god, I can't believe I just did that" (I have a habit of talking to myself). I prop myself up a bit in the seat to see how much of a mess I look in the rearview mirror, take a quick look at myself and shake my head..."Lindsey...you're sick. What in god's name is wrong with you!?"

I pick up the phone and call my boyfriend, who doesn't pick up. I assume he's sleeping and figure i'll explain it to him in the morning. The rest of the ride home is uneventful. ;)

True, or false? ;)

-L

[Lindsey]

If it's true, it's the hottest thing I've ever read. I enjoy hearing about things from the other side, and hearing about you teasing yourself drives me up the wall!!! WOW!!!

Ashe


PS. Thinking . . . . false.

It's only hot to you if it's true?

LOL, you think all my stories are made up, don't you? ;)

-L

[crazydreamer]

Mmm yeah I have to say that story was smoking hott!! I'm guessing it could be very true and very hott wouldn't surprise me with Lindsey!! Hehe the things you say always get my mind drifting in the right direction..

~Chris

[goodboy]

Am I too ready to believe the written word??? I think only Marke and Bird are false so far.

Lindsey, your second story is another I firmly hope is true....

[toybdsm]

i think Lindseys 2nd story is true. mostly cause i have a similar story i will try to share soon.

[Marke]

Excellent story, Lindsey, but I think false. I'm surprsied the policeman didn't ask you to get out of your car atthe end ... now that would have been interesting.