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first solo for a group

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: bhan Posted on: 29 Aug 2004 2 comments
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Those who have read my earlier stories know that I'm a woman who loves masturbation and (very safe) exhibitionism. Ten or so years ago I was in a rather wild state as far as sexuality goes, despite attending college and graduate school during that time. Several people have asked me to write up the first experience I had with masturbating in front of a group.

I've started several times, but so far I haven't been able to make my description seem as interesting and as sexy on paper as it was to me at the time - or as it is in my memory. Here goes one last try, and let the interest factor fall where it may. By the way - I write some fantasies, and some memories, and I try to be honest about which are which. This one is true.

I guess I need to start by saying that I've always loved to dance, and that I've always been quite good at it. Even as a child, one of the things my father and uncles loved was to have me put on a dance for them - any sort of dancing, though of course I was always clothed. At first I just liked the attention, the feeling of movement, the complements over my good looks and nice figure. As I got into my later teen years I realized that my dancing was really a turn-on both for me and for the people watching. I liked that too, but that's as far as it went - or at least as far as the dancing went.

Very soon after I left home, I met a young professional I'll call Rob. I lived with him for almost 6 years, hoping all the time that I could marry him - which would have been a very bad idea. I realize now we had a very abusive relationship, with me on the receiving end of a lot of psychologic manipulation. But that's not part of this story.

Rob had somehow bought a little beach cabin on a lake about an hour's drive from our town, where we'd go for weekends and the occasional longer vacation. Of course we invited friends to visit. In time this evolved into Rob seeking out people who were interested in some very mild "swinging" activity over a weekend - really just each couple watching the other couple do their thing. It was a lot of fun, and I think we all learned a lot about what other couples do. Yes, the watching included watching each other masturbate, including masturbation to orgasm.

This had gone on for a year or so when Rob announced that we would spend Labor Day weekend at on friend's houseboat in the St Lawrence Seaway. On the drive upstate, we played around with each other and with ourselves a little, as we often did during long drives, so I was a little bit turned on when we finally parked the car and transferred a little outboard boat for the short trip to the actual houseboat, which was moored on the north side of a small island I was told was privately owned.

The houseboat was a lot larger than I'd expected, with a big common room and several smaller bedrooms. I think Rob and I were the last couple to arrive. There followed the usual rounds of drinks, greetings, and small talk. Eventually Rob mentioned that I was a very good dancer and that I liked to dance for friends (this was not exactly true by then, but I did dance for Rob often enough).

Music was already playing and I was already in the mood, more than a little tipsy, quite willing to put on a show for the four or five other couples in the room. For Rob I liked to do my imitation of a stripper's dance, so that's what I began doing, fully clothed, this time.

I started fully clothed, really enjoying the full attention of the group. Someone mentioned how lovely my body looked and one of the women must have said something about how I'd look even better if I took off my shirt. That sounded like - "what the hell" - and I slowly took it off, which felt really sexy. I'd never taken my clothes off in front of a group before.

It just seemed natural to run my hands over my body then, as I danced, and of course that reinforced the cycle of sexual stimulation. My breasts are small, my bra was loose anyway, and I occasionally teased a shoulder strap down, touched my nipples beneath the bra cups. After a few minutes I wanted them to see my breasts, so I just unsnapped the front closure and let the bra drop to the floor. Now I was dancing naked from the waist up.

Dancing bare-breasted in front of several relative strangers was a highly intoxicating thing for me. It seemed natural to touch my breasts, stimulate my nipples, which heightened the tension within me.

By this time I probably knew somewhere deep inside that I was going to masturbate. Certainly I wanted to. I unzipped by jeans and stepped out of them as gracefully as I could, now dancing in only brief bikini-type panties - thongs had not yet become popular then. But with a little movement, I found that the panties were low enough so my pubic hair could be seen peeking above the top elastic.

I had the most intense interest of everyone in that small crowd, and I loved the idea that they were all fascinated with *me*, that the men, at least, were excited by what I was doing. Someone started to chant faintly "touch... touch... touch". I didn't. I teased them, teased myself, for a few more minutes and then allowed myself to let my good left hand wander down over my tummy, toward the mound - and then back. I pulled my nipples, caressed my breasts, loved my body with both hands.

Then the left hand went down toward my panties again, closer this time. Then both hands along my inner things, back toward my tummy, just missing the achingly sensitive center. My panties were now just barely covering my labia, pubic hair plainly visible. It was clear to everyone that I was going to masturbate for them.

My good left hand went inside my panties, a finger sliding up and down along each side of my clit, brushing the labia, then along the clit again. I'm sure I was wet enough so that the thin panties were soaked through, translucent.

Hands back over my body, pelvis pushing forward and pumping, "grinding" the air, thighs apart, I wasn't really dancing any more. I gave my breasts some loving, relishing the looks on others' faces. At this point, other times, I would use oil - but this first time I didn't want to stop for that.

My eyes were partly closed, mouth wide open, nostrils flared as they do when I'm very excited. I'm sure I had a good sexual flush on my face any chest.

Finally I stepped out of the bikinis and just danced for them, naked. It felt so wonderful, so free! "Touch... touch... touch" went the chant. My clit was already well stimulated, completely erect, my labia beginning to swell and separate as my fingers gently teased and teased, nearer and nearer the vital clit...

Finally - finally - direct clitoral contact, completely naked, right in front of the crowd. What a blessed relief!! I allowed about ten strokes, then slid my fingers to the sides of my clit, spread my labia. The clit was so achingly obvious.....I turned this was and that, so they could all see what I was doing.

Now it was just masturbation, no dancing as such. My right hand worked my breasts, my tits, loving them, very gently teasing the nipples. I love to look at my tits while I masturbate. My left hand was busy now, at my clit, quick strokes with two fingers, twenty or thirty strokes now and stopping before orgasm, waiting, continuing the tit stimulus.

But each pause was shorter than the last, each interval between rapid clitoral stimulation more painful and more difficult. Orgasm was coming soon whether I wanted it or not. I didn't even care whether anyone else watched at this point. I couldn't help myself.

A couple of quick steps backward took me against a wall. I leaned my upper back against that, allowed my pelvis to push out as far as possible. My left hand was soaked. Fingers of my right hand gripped my left nipple as I got very close to cumming. My left hand was now working my clit so rapidly it must have been a blur of motion - circular motion, an action of shoulder and wrist rather than fingers.

I felt that I just couldn't get enough stimulation, working harder and harder...my abdominal muscles now rythmically contracting as they do when I get close....my hair falling partly in front of my face and I no longer cared how I looked....little "ah...ah...ah..." sounds coming from my throat....

And finally I came. I came!! One hard involuntary pelvic buck...two...three....then several smaller ones, six, seven, eight...I don't know how many....it was wonderful. And I was exhausted.

I let myself slide down to the floor, resting there, eyes closed, left hand gently stroking near my now-painful clit, legs still spread.

And when I opened my eyes, I smiled at them. How could I feel guilty or embarrassed about something which felt so wonderful?

It wasn't the last time I masturbated for them that weekend, and of course many other sexual things happened over the next three days. But that single first episode is still the most vivid in my memory. I still use it often, as a fantasy when I masturbate.