Thursday, June 10, 2010

Dresses I've known (and been known in) Part II

My friend Pam and I were very, very bad a couple of times in college, miniskirt-wise. We put on our sexiest short skirts and found places to sit while doing a "Sharon Stone" leg crossing as men walked by. Then we'd be bitchy cold if they tried to hit on us. Oh, did I say we weren't wearing panties — and with my titian red pubic hair the view up my skirt was unmistakable. No, horny guy, you didn't just imagine that. I have to say, we looked great. That happens when one is twenty. Afterward, we'd be so damned horny that we'd either end up in bed with each other, or have to go off and find our boyfriends of the moment and get some hard fucking. And they thought we were so aroused and came so fast because they were such studs.

Being out in public with no underwear and in a short skirt, too, was an amazing sensory feeling. The fingers of warm summer air tickling up my legs and into my pussy. Nothing between me and the outside world. My long legs, all 5'8" of me ("five-six of that legs," as my ex-husband said) striding through nature oh-so-naturally. Liberating, yes. A turn-on — most definitely. Especially with the eyes on me. I knew what they were thinking, and what if they knew those long legs led up to no panties...

This little adventure was quite the drive into Nasty County for a girl who was still shaking off her uptight, anti-sex, theocratic upbringing. On the other hand, it had risks. Boston then wasn't as gentrified as today, and the hoods were abundant. One day we did our beaver show off campus and a gang of five tough, working-class Irish kids started following us. This was long before I knew martial arts, much less carried a weapon. We were terrified. We gave them the slip at Downtown Crossing. Otherwise, I could imagine being dragged back to Southie or Dorchester for a couple of days of gang rape. Doing this to what they perceived as stuck-up, upper-class college girls would have only added to the allure, and probably brutality. The public defender would have said we were "asking for it." Twenty, cute and stupid. This scared us out of going commando so flagrantly. But I still do it occasionally still. (Pam is now a suburban mommie who wears long jumpers -- sigh).

Short skirts provoked so many consensual fuckings. In recent years, a long-distance lover checked into a hotel and I knocked on his door. I had on a tight, mid-calf skirt. Tasteful but men noticed, especially "leg men." It got his attention. He pulled me inside. After about ten minutes of the most divine kissing and embracing, he steered me into the nearby bathroom, hiked me up on the vanity, pulled his cock out of his suit-trousers and started fucking me. My panties never even made it past one ankle. They shook there like a little storm flag as he frantically screwed me. After we both came and disengaged, his semen spilled onto the inside of the skirt's fabric.

Oh, if I had ten dollars for every time that's happened in my life, or sperm otherwise ended up on one of my short skirts. That cool liquid feeling against the backs of my thighs as I drove home from an interlude. Those skits made for great "access" during college for outdoor and quasi-public sex. A guy fucked me on the hood of his fancy car one night, out on a country road. My khaki miniskirt pushed up to my waist and the breeze wafted over my legs and ass as he mounted me. We left heel and knee prints in the hood, and I bet they would hear me screaming that singular getting-fucked scream a mile away. Another guy pushed me up against a railing at a deserted ocean overlook and took me from behind, just pushing aside the thong I was wearing under the short skirt. I looked out at the waves and somehow that made my orgasm more intense.

A boyfriend in grad school and I were on the train. I was in a denim mini. He just kept reaching over and fingering me. I almost came and was starting to moan when the conductor started through the car and I moved his sweet hand. My first married man lover took me out to a fancy restaurant. I was wearing my first little black dress. He sat across from me and I felt his stocking foot against my calves. Pretty soon it was up inside my crotch expertly "fingering" me. He got quite a kick out of watching me flush and stifle moans while he looked on with great innocence. The toe of his socks ended up quite damp.

And that leaves the grand history of Linda Sue in little black dresses...for another day.

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

Guess my lunch break will be finding some place to jerk off thinking about this post. Bad grrl

Adulterous Letch said...

It makes me hot just thinking about it.

Why do we get so excited at the idea of fucking a girl while she still has her skirt on--just hiking it up and going for it? Whatever the reason, it's definitely a turn-on for me.

Anonymous said...

I'll never look at a sweet young thang in a mini skirt the same again!

Anonymous said...

I've done this with girlfriends and my wife. Women who refuse the skirt fuck are not worth dating IMO. I told my wife one day to be home in sky high heels, a skirt, no panties, and stirring some food at 6pm. I came home, lifted up the skirt and found her already soaking wet. Dropped my pants for a good fucking and gave her a big creampie, put the skirt down and told her not to clean up.

Dinner was good and she was a mess!

roosterball said...

My, super hot wife, often goes to work in a short mini and no panties. Well, short as she can get away with in a professional office work place. Sometimes, she takes sneaky upskirt pics with her phone and sends them to me. On several occasions she's taken he well endowed co-worker to lunch and sucked his cock in the car while he finger fucks her to several orgasms. She always texts me a photo of these, lil' adventures.

We often go out at night with her wearing a sexy dress or skirt and no panties. We both love how sexy, and horny, it makes her feel. An attractive sexy and horny woman without panties is a very good thing indeed.

Anonymous said...

Skirts are great, but can't wait for the Little Black Dress story. Can you also send us a pic of you wearing your black dress, and maybe stockings and heels?

Anonymous said...

Nothing I love more than skirt voyeurism...one of the things I enjoy about taking the bus to and from work is the number of short and too-short skirts on a number of this city's abundantly beautiful women.

Catching a glimpse of pussy or panty is even better; best of all if she's going commando or just wearing pantyhose - my particular fetish.

And that's also how I like my skirt-sex, too: nice pair of pantyhose to rip and fuck her through...