During the last years of the past decade, psychologists from the University of Buenos Aires conducted an extensive investigation on human sexuality in daily life situations. Part of that research involved collecting testimonies from over a hundred ordinary people. My best friend directed that study and, knowing my experience as a journalist, she asked me to conduct the interviews with the study subjects. This is one of those stories.
Agostina was one of the first people I had to interview. The university had offered me an office where I could conduct interviews, but she insisted on meeting us at a bar. I would never have thought that a public place would be a good setting for having such a private conversation, but if there's something I've learned over the years it's that keeping the interviewer happy is rule number one.
We agreed to meet at six o'clock in the evening, but since I wanted to get there before she did, I left the office twenty minutes earlier. She must have had the same idea because when I arrived, she was already there, sitting at a table at the farthest end of the room.The place was dark but in a cozy and calming way. I recognized Agostina by the photo on her investigation file. Her hair was dark, straight, and fell over her shoulders, she had brown and large eyes, tanned skin, and was shorter than I had expected.
I introduced myself, shook hands and sat down on the other side of the table. We talked politely about the summer weather and he told me how he had signed up for a course while waiting for the waiter to bring our order. She had ordered a glass of white wine, I a cup of coffee.
Well, before anything I want to thank you for meeting me. Reading your file I saw that you answered yes to the question if you had a favorite sexual memory. Maybe it will surprise you to know that most people answer no.
- Is that what it means I'm special? Hehe. I said that because it was my first adventurous experience... until then I had only had sex in bedrooms and with people I had known for a long time. This was something completely different, so it made it extra special.
What age did you have at that moment?
Nineteen years old. I remember because it was the first time I went on vacation with my friends. We were six but since we wanted to be close to the beach and didn't have much money, we ended up renting a two-bedroom apartment. We'd go out every night and one or two would come back with a guy.
It seems like an ideal situation for experimentation.
And yes. It would have been, in reality, but I had recently separated from my high school boyfriend, so I wasn't in that mindset. At least that's what I thought at first, but seeing all those men parade through the department started giving me ideas. All of them were getting it on except for me!
- And then what happened?
Well, summer was ending and I had to start classes before my friends did, so I took a bus home alone. I hadn't traveled alone before that time, so I was very nervous imagining who I'd have to travel with. I got the window seat and remember looking at every person walking down the aisle and thinking I hope I don't get stuck with someone really annoying haha.
It sounds like you had luck.
- Ah yes! Haha. He must have been a few years older than me and had the same look as the guys my friends would bring to the apartment. Tall, bronzed, good body and handsome. As soon as I saw him walking down the hallway, something inside of me knew he was going to stop next to me, and that's what happened.
He said hello to me and threw the most beautiful smile at me before stretching his arms to put his bag away on the upper shelf. His white tank top lifted for a second, showing the lower part of his abs, and I really liked what I saw. He was a total bombshell, so as soon as he sat down, I started talking to him. Plus, he was friendly!
What time was it?
That was the other topic! I don't remember exactly, but it was already late at night. So about half an hour after the bus started, they turned off the lights. It was a seven-hour trip, so people were going to sleep and we couldn't make much noise. This obviously meant speaking very softly in whispers, and very close to each other.
The light coming in from the windows was enough to distinguish his lips. She was fixed on watching how they moved as he spoke. They looked thick and shiny, and I couldn't hold back my urges. Mid-sentence, I grabbed him by the neck and ate his mouth.
- Did you think he was surprised?
For nothing. On one side we both knew it was going to end up happening, but on the other her response was immediate. She wrapped her arms around me and grabbed my waist with one hand and the back of my neck with the other, leaning over me to kiss me better. At first they were just our lips, rubbing rhythmically, but in a second our tongues started to get involved.
There was something in the way he kissed that really got me hot. As if every movement I made was perfectly coordinated with the others. Every time I put my tongue in his mouth, I felt like his fingers were pressing against my skin and every time I pulled out my tongue, I felt like his hands relaxed. It felt like we were dancing somehow.
The armrest between our seats was retractable and things were already getting very hot, so he pulled it out and pressed his body against mine. His hands started to explore me all over, feeling my figure above the clothes. They felt so big when he opened them to touch my breasts and so strong when he closed them to squeeze them.
I already had my nipples really hard and even though I was wearing a bra below my muscular body, I'm sure he could feel them. He started to pinch them carefully and tug on them softly, simultaneously kissing my neck.
I couldn't help but throw my head back for him to have better access to the whole area of my chest. Kisses on the neck always got me very hot and he was really good at it. Besides, while I was in that position, he had slid his hands down below my muscular one and had unbuttoned my bra all the way down to my belly. I could feel the palms of his hands and the tips of his fingers rubbing my bare breasts and it was completely electrifying.
For that moment my legs were pressed between each other and I could feel I was very wet. One of his hands slid down and started to fondle my ass and the other pulled on my muscular one until my tits popped out. I remember opening my eyes at that moment and casting a glance around. He didn't seem to care about anything except me, so everything he did was moving his mouth from my neck to my clavicles and then to my exposed nipples.
With the contact of her tongue, my eyes closed immediately and my head fell back again. I don't think I'd ever had nipples as hard as that night and he was taking advantage of it to give them short and strong licks. The pleasure overwhelmed me and I let my fingers caress his hair and broad back.
For that moment I was squeezing my thighs to stimulate myself and he must have noticed it. He grabbed one of my knees and pushed it aside, opening my legs for me. I was wearing a short skirt so for a second I could feel the cold air conditioning from the bus against my thighs. The sensation was immediately replaced by the feeling of his hand on my wet thong. At that moment I started to moan.
- Is it possible that someone has seen or heard them? Did you worry about the possibility at that moment?
Really I didn't pay any attention to that at the moment, but I can tell you that the light coming from the streetlamps was very little. It's possible someone heard me moaning, but I didn't do it for a long time. As soon as I started, he put his free hand over my mouth, covering it with his palm and digging his fingers into my cheeks.
And what about the other hand?
- His other hand was giving it all! Haha. He had gathered all his fingers and was rubbing my pussy from tip to tip. The movement was slow and even, going from the lowest part of my pussy to my clitoris and back down again. I already felt that even my thighs were getting wet.
- Were you still wearing the thong?
Yes. He never took it out, but he ran with it to the side a few minutes later. I was still licking my nipples, jumping from one to another. I was watching him because I was getting very hot seeing him with my breasts filling his mouth. He was incredibly rhythmic: he would go from sucking to licking at the same time as his hand went from rubbing me up to rubbing me down.
A little while later it changed hands, the one covering my lips went down to my skirt and put the other on my face. Instinctively I opened my mouth and let her put two fingers inside. They felt thick and long, but mostly they felt soaked and had a lot of flavor to me.
I was still savoring myself when I felt his other fingers drawing circles around my clitoris. I could feel it well swollen and with each of his movements a burst of pleasure shot up through my stomach. It had been so long since the last time someone had touched me that I felt like I could cum at any moment.
And did you finish?
Yes. He stopped sucking my breasts and leaned back looking at me. I thought maybe he wanted to switch roles, but his hand didn't stop rubbing me. Then I understood, he just wanted to see how my body reacted to what he was doing to her.
In that moment I felt his thumb rubbing my clitoris while the other two fingers, with the index and middle fingers secure, placed themselves just at the entrance of my pussy. For a few seconds I felt how his fingertips drew circles around my opening and suddenly, in an instant, I felt them sliding inside.
How did you react?
I was already breathing very agitatedly, which made my bare breasts move up and down, but as soon as he pinched my nipples everything got magnified. My hips also started moving in sync with the movements of his hand.
If his fingers had felt big inside my mouth, I couldn't start explaining how they felt inside my pussy. I felt full... full... like if I had swallowed a cock! Besides, it never stopped moving its thumb, squeezing and stimulating my clitoris.
As he started to pick up the pace I began to squeeze my breasts and pinch my nipples. I made my best effort not to make noise, but he was fingering me so hard and I was so wet that you could clearly hear every time he went back to poking his fingers at me.
I had my eyes very closed, but when he started giving it to me with everything, I opened them a little bit to see. The street lamps were flying by and projecting their light in constant flashes that illuminated our figures. He was still lying back looking at me, but his face looked like the devil's. His smile was as beautiful as the one he had given me when he said hello, but it looked completely different. He was furrowing his brow and biting his lower lip in anticipation, as if knowing I was about to cum.
My legs started shaking out of control and suddenly the same thing happened to my entire body. I closed my eyes again and arching my back, stretched out my arms to grab him by the nape. He leaned over me, put his tongue in my mouth and started rubbing me harder.
I think I never came so strong like that night. I let out three very loud moans, only contained by her tongue and suddenly felt a wave of pleasure expanding from my stomach in all directions. By the time he stopped touching me, I realized everything was wet: his hand, my thighs, my butt, the seat. I had an orgasm and I loved it.
- And you said that all your sexual experiences until then had been standard? It's no surprise that you have such a good memory of that one.
- Absolutely. I had been dating since my first time and we weren't experimenting much with that boyfriend. I think the vacations with my friends opened my eyes to opportunities, and that bus trip was the space to put them to the test.
Everything was so good that I thanked him with a blow job. I must have been sucking him for ten or fifteen minutes until he finished. At that time, I didn't really like it when they came in my mouth, but kneeling down in that dark collective and with the word pussy still wet was so hot that I not only allowed it, but also enjoyed it.
What happened after that?
We talked for a little more and fell asleep. By the time the bus arrived it was already daytime. We shook hands, said goodbye, and never saw each other again.
- Didn't they exchange contact information? Are you regretting that?
No, we didn't do it and I don't regret it. There were always many boys available and I like to think of him as the boy from home.
After our interview I thanked Agostina and paid the bill. We left the bar and I stayed with her on the sidewalk until a taxi pulled up. It was already dark outside but my apartment wasn't far away, so I decided to walk back.
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