Public Displays of Lesbianism: 10 Women Describe Their Most Memorable Public Lesbian Encounter (2 page)

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Riding the Train

Samantha and Carmen

If you knew Carmen, you would understand why this stands out as the most unforgettable experience of my life. She’s a smoking hot Latina with an hourglass figure and a love of skin-tight dresses and stiletto heels (a.k.a.: fuck me pumps). Everywhere we go, guys turn their heads and undress her with their eyes, but she’s a Gold Star Lesbian – she’s never slept with a man, and has no desire to ever do so. She is always the sexiest woman in the room wherever we go, and she’s all mine. That knowledge alone is an incredible turn-on.

On this particular night, we were heading home after attending a friend’s birthday party across town. It was a weeknight, so the party didn’t last too late, and we boarded the subway train around 11:30. The subway car we were in was occupied by two American businessmen talking animatedly with four Japanese businessmen, and an elderly sleeping nun. The white men were doing their best to explain to the Japanese men all the fun and excitement that awaited them at the strip club that was their destination.

Carmen firmly gripped a pole in the center of the aisle with both hands to steady herself. She would never sit down on a subway because, she said, she was afraid the seats contained STDs that would find their way up her short dresses. So we always stood, her clutching the pole as I reached around from behind and held it myself to steady us both. When the businessmen saw me pressed tight against her big, round ass, their conversation came to a halt. I could feel their eyes on us, and so could Carmen. She teasingly arched her back and pressed her ass further into me. The Japanese men started talking to each other in Japanese, the American men stared in silence, and the old nun continued sleeping.

I pressed my crotch forward and ground into Carmen, feeling my clit tingle and come to life. Her curve-hugging bebe dress rode up her hips as I continued slowly thrusting and grinding into her full, fleshy ass. Still holding the pole, I pulled myself forward, pushing my tits into her back.

I nuzzled my face into Carmen’s long, sleek black hair, nibbled her earlobe and covered her neck in kisses. She moaned and writhed into me as she let her head fall back. This was her tell-tale sign of submission. Her head tipping back was always her “take me” signal, and it excited me to see her give it in full public view.

The vibrations from the train rumbling beneath our feet moved up our legs and through our bodies, intensifying our arousal. It felt like we were riding inside a giant vibrator and becoming one with its reverberations. It was electric.

I kissed Carmen more passionately on her neck as I moved my left hand from the pole to her breasts and my right hand to her inner right thigh. I slid my hand up her thigh, moved her g-string aside and spread her silky pussy lips open wide with two fingers. She was dripping wet.

“Hold on tight to that pole,” I whispered amid the men’s continued lascivious chattering and scattered laughter. The nun remained asleep and oblivious to the crucifix dangling from Carmen’s neck as she bent forward and pushed her ass harder into me.

I moved my right hand to Carmen’s upper back and gently pressed on it. She submitted further until she was almost at a 90 degree angle with the floor. I lifted her dress up so her big, smooth glorious cheeks were fully exposed. I snapped her g-string and slapped her ass, making it ripple and wiggle. I moved my hands up her body inside her dress and fondled her dangling 36D’s while finding her luscious ass with my mouth. I pinched and pulled on her stiff nipples while kissing, licking and nibbling all over and around her beautiful butt.

Out of the corner of my eye I noticed that the businessmen had grown more silent while their pants had grown more tight. Each of them had a full erection, and a couple were rubbing themselves as they watched us in silence.

My tongue finally worked its way down to Carmen’s hot, throbbing clit and inner lips, and she reflexively released a loud, lustful moan. We both looked over to see that the nun was still sleeping, and proceeded.

I slid my right hand back down her body and fingered and flicked her clit as I ate her out from behind. I could hear her breathing getting heavier and could feel her excitement building as I tongue-fucked her sex-hungry hole while massaging her clit with my right hand and her breasts with my left.

Just as the announcement came through the speakers that our stop was the next one, Carmen let out a deep, low, guttural moan and pushed her twitching, pulsating hole harder onto my tongue. She moved one hand from the pole and used it to press my right hand tighter against her clit. After repeatedly pumping back into and on me, I felt her body stiffen and her joy juices flow forth. I lapped up the copious product of her pleasure and lovingly licked her from top to bottom before sliding her panties back into place and pulling her dress down over her ass.

As we straightened our clothes and began to exit the train, I looked back at the businessmen with their sex-starved eyes and their hard dicks still standing at full attention. 

“Tastes so sweet,” I said with a smile as I slowly ran my tongue over my still-wet lips, and I swear one of the Japanese guys came in his pants.

Carmen and I have had public sex in several other places since then, but this was by far my favorite time. I can still feel the vibration of the train and can taste her on my tongue. It was truly a beautiful, blissful, erotic experience like no other.     

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Sex on Wheels

Jenna and Diane

In my younger, more wild days, I liked pursuing unattainable women and engaging in sexual experimentation and adventure. In college, I successfully and proudly seduced our intensely hot, but moody, Chemistry professor, Diane. She had long, slender legs and fine, delicate, perfectly-proportioned features that every woman would kill for, but she seemed tense and serious most of the time. I occasionally stayed after class and visited her during office hours, moving the conversation to lighter topics to make her laugh and soften her up. We made out a few times in her office before I came up with a surprise plan.

I knew she would be at the big football game at the end of the week since it was the final home game of the season and we had a chance to make it to the playoffs. The whole school was expected to be there, so I planned to attend, too.

Throughout the first half of the game, Diane and I repeatedly made brief eye contact across the many heads separating us on the bleachers. Three minutes into the third quarter, with the score tied at 14, I motioned to Diane to meet me around the back of the bleachers.

“Meet me at my car in Lot D, space 38,” I told her as she rounded the corner, and continued walking. Neither of us could let on that our relationship was anything more than student-teacher, so we tried to appear as discreet and nonchalant as possible around others.

“Hi, beautiful,” I said with a welcoming smile when Diane opened my passenger door and got inside. We were in a darkened corner of the lot that had only a small sliver of a streetlight streaming in, but Diane’s warm smile lit the space up on its own.

“Hi,” she said, and leaned in for a kiss. The crowd roared in the distant background in response to some magnificent play on the field, but it felt as though they were responding to Diane’s first seductive play in my car. I instantly knew that she would be on board for what I had in store. 

“Take your top off,” I said, after trying unsuccessfully to unbutton her blouse while continuing to kiss her. She glanced around into the neighboring cars surrounding us in the dim darkness, then complied with my request. When her bra and top were in the floorboards, I grabbed both of her bouncing 38C’s and rubbed them for several long, sensual seconds. “I brought something for us,” I told her, still massaging and staring at her full, soft breasts.

“What is it?” she asked?

“A toy,” I said, smiling in anticipation and pulling my right hand from her breast to retrieve a brown paper bag from the back seat. I pulled our new sex toy from the bag and held it up for her viewing pleasure. She had a curious, interested look on her face, so I continued, “The 8 inch silicone dong goes into you while the extended knob at the base is lodged inside me, so it doesn’t require straps to stay put. There are clit ticklers on each side and a remote control so I can alter the speed and intensity of its vibrations. What do you think?”

After looking long and hard at the formidable pleasure tool in front of her, Diane got a glimmer in her eye, smiled and said, “I can’t wait to try it.”

I unzipped my jeans and pulled them down. I slid the knob at the base of the dong through my already wet lips and into my clutching, wanting hole. When I let go it looked like I was sporting a monster erection. I moved my steering wheel up and forward, reclined my seat all the way back until it laid flat, and said, “Straddle it.”

Diane glanced around again, then happily lifted her skirt and maneuvered herself over my bobbing rod. Another smile crept across her face. She never smiled before we started getting together, and it felt good to see her coming to life with a little love, affection and arousal.

“Mmmm,” she moaned as she wrapped her swollen, wet inner lips around the shaft and slid up and down against it. “It’s so big.”

“I want to fill you up, baby,” I said, thrusting gently into her slit and reaching up to massage her freely swaying breasts. “I want to touch every part of your sweet pussy.”

Diane leaned forward and dangled her perfect 38C’s over my face. When I tried to suck one into my mouth, she teasingly pulled it away, then dipped it back down over my lips again. Her teasing was driving me wild. I lifted my head up and forcefully took her left breast into my mouth while pressing our love toy harder against her inner lips and clit. After nibbling and biting her nipple, I pulled my mouth away and placed my hands on her hips.

“Lift up,” I whispered. “Let me put it inside.” Diane lifted herself up, reached under her skirt and guided the tip just inside her hot, expanding hole. But before she could come down on it and before I could give her even one pump, there was a loud “clack, clack, clack” on the driver’s side window. I looked up to see a female security guard tapping it with her big black flashlight. Diane covered her breasts with her hands as I rolled down the window.

“What’s going on here?” the guard asked in an authoritative tone. “No sex in the parking lot,” she added when she saw Diane covering her bare breasts.

“Uhhh,” I tried to think of something to say. “We’re just getting dressed in the car. Trading tops,” I lied, hoping she would buy it.

The security guard shined her bright light directly into my face, then said, “You’re a girl? I thought you were a straight couple.” She moved the beam of light to Diane’s semi-exposed breasts, then to her face. “Aren’t you a professor here? Science or something?”

“Yes,” Diane reluctantly confessed, still doing her best to shield herself from view.

“Take your hands down,” the guard told her, and Diane complied. After looking at her aroused, excited breasts for several seconds, the guard turned the light back to me and said, “I’m lesbian, too. If you let my girl and I watch, I won’t report you. What do you say?”

Diane and I looked into each other’s eyes, then back at the guard before both saying in unison, “Okay.”

“Hey, Tammy!” the woman called out into the darkness. “Come here.”

A cute young blonde guard quickly trotted over and smiled when she saw what was going on. “Another one?” she asked.

“Yes,” the first guard confirmed, and I realized my idea to have sex in the parking lot wasn’t as original as I thought it was. “Go on,” the first guard instructed. “Just pretend we’re not here. We’ll keep an eye out for you.” She moved her hand to Tammy’s ass and they both waited for the show.

“Put it in, baby,” I told Diane while reaching up for her pendulous breasts with one hand and the dildo remote with the other. As soon as the head of the dong was inside her, I flipped the switch for good vibrations and watched her twitch and quiver in response.

As I began slowly thrusting in and out of Diane, I looked over and saw the first guard’s free hand move to Tammy’s breast and squeeze it. Watching them get excited from watching us turned me on more than I could have imagined. I started pumping harder into Diane’s hot, enveloping sex chamber and turned the vibrations up until the clit tickler on my end was about to drive me crazy. I pinched her nipple between my fingers as I bucked harder and harder into her.

“Oh! Oh, yes!” Diane cried out as I reached up to softly stroke her neck while passionately pumping her pussy. I had to focus hard to prevent myself from cumming before her, and it was all I could do to contain myself. As I felt her thighs beginning to flex and tighten around me, I moved my hand from her neck to her mouth. I inserted three fingers between her full, red lips and thrust the thick dong into her tight pussy with everything I had. “Oh!” Diane moaned again as her muscles tensed and her mouth opened wide. “Yes! Yes!”

Seeing Diane in the initial throes of orgasm finally pulled my trigger. I plunged my vibrating rod as deep inside her as it would go and fingered her warm, wet tongue as her tits bounced in my face. We both rode out the most intense, mind-blowing simultaneous orgasms either of us had ever experienced.

When Diane was fully drained and spent, she collapsed forward on top of me, her warm, smooth breasts pressed firmly against mine and her face nuzzled into my neck. I stroked her hair and kissed the top of her head as I silently nodded “goodbye” to the now departing security guards.

The nearby stadium erupted in a rousing and enthusiastic roar as the home team scored a touchdown. They weren’t the only ones who scored that night, and I get the feeling my and Diane’s plays were far more memorable and exciting than any that took place on the field.         

Our security guards not only kept our secret, they also stood watch over us on several future dark romantic nights in that same parking lot. We called them our Guardians of Love, and all four of us have been close, intimate friends ever since.