Another email from my filipina cyber-sx chat mate.
.... we have watched each other masturbate , but she has watched me much more often than i have watched her. She was fairly conservative when we first started chatting, about 6 months ago. At first she was downright offended by my bare torso in my yahoo profile picture, even though i was wearing jeans and the picture really wasn't naughty.
gradually, as we chatted, she got more bold, until she BEGGED me to let her watch me masturbate. Now she says she is constantly picturing us doing it, and has begun to act on that imagination. The following email is a result of those urges::::::::::
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...After my weekly swim and walk around the campus, I thought of going to the supermarket to get some groceries for the house. I flagged down what we call an FX (from Toyota Tamaraw FX). It's like a shared aircon taxi, which can seat 10 + driver -- 2 in front, 4 in the middle seat, and 4 at the back (two per seat that's parallel so passengers sit face-to-face). The FX I hailed was not full. We were just about 3 passengers. I stayed at the back, and I was alone there.
About 5 minutes into the ride, noticing how dark it was inside, I suddenly felt the urge to do something I've never done before. I dunno where it came from (Well, that's a lie. I kinda know that I am sometimes in this naughty mode...and it's happening a bit more frequent lately), but I carefully, but decidedly, took my panties off. I was wearing a dress, so it wasn't hard to start pulling it down bit by bit, till it was down on my ankles, and I just lifted my feet and pulled it off. I immediately tucked it in my handbag. I was acting cool, looking outside as if to see where we were already, but actually looking at everyone in the FX to check if they are looking at me. They are oblivious. Good! That emboldened me some more.
Once it was off -- my black panties (had to say the color so your imagination is complete, haha!), I sat like Sharon Stone did in Basic Instinct 1, hiked up my dress a bit more, then imagined someone -- a guy, was sitting in front of me, trying to look at my legs, wondering if I am wearing panties or not. This made me feel hot. I pulled up my hemline even higher, and opened my legs a bit more for that imagined guy. Still acting cool, looking to see if the driver will pick up any more passengers (I wouldn't want the new passenger to suddenly open the FX door and find me sitting like that!), and checking on the passenger nearest me -- a young woman with her eyes closed, listening to her MP3 player).
With the coast still clear, and me getting all aroused with the thought of doing something naughty in public, I started touching myself. Liking it even more, I spat saliva on my right hand, and played with my wet and aching pussy. We were just a few kilometers away from my stop, so I rubbed my clit faster and harder. I stopped for awhile when we reached a corner with a traffic light, and there was a guy in a motorcycle right outside the window facing me. But as soon as we moved on, so did my hand. Just three corners to go, hot, bothered and dripping, I pulled away, almost not caring if the girl with earphones opens her eyes and gets shocked at what she might see. That possibility was even a turn-on, though, I was scared as well.
Two corners left, and that's when I suddenly imagined you there with me. You're the one sitting across me, and you were "misbehaving" as you were watching me. My legs were wide open, and I was enjoying you looking at me, well, at my pussy actually, and what my hand was doing. You then transferred to the seat right next to me, and with your right hand -- you weren't even looking at me, looking so calm and composed, almost straight-faced, frantically played with my clit and fingered me. I can't breathe. My mouth was dry and slightly opened. One more corner, you're fingers were darting in and out of me, and then I stiffened, then shuddered, several times. After a minute, still getting baby tremors down there, I said "Para!" (meaning Stop) to the Driver, fixed my dress a bit, and got down at the Mall, walked around "going commando" till I reached the nearest restroom.
So, there's my note of my own misbehavin. It was thrilling, but I don't know if there will be a repeat. Still can't believe I did that.
gradually, as we chatted, she got more bold, until she BEGGED me to let her watch me masturbate. Now she says she is constantly picturing us doing it, and has begun to act on that imagination. The following email is a result of those urges::::::::::
:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
...After my weekly swim and walk around the campus, I thought of going to the supermarket to get some groceries for the house. I flagged down what we call an FX (from Toyota Tamaraw FX). It's like a shared aircon taxi, which can seat 10 + driver -- 2 in front, 4 in the middle seat, and 4 at the back (two per seat that's parallel so passengers sit face-to-face). The FX I hailed was not full. We were just about 3 passengers. I stayed at the back, and I was alone there.
About 5 minutes into the ride, noticing how dark it was inside, I suddenly felt the urge to do something I've never done before. I dunno where it came from (Well, that's a lie. I kinda know that I am sometimes in this naughty mode...and it's happening a bit more frequent lately), but I carefully, but decidedly, took my panties off. I was wearing a dress, so it wasn't hard to start pulling it down bit by bit, till it was down on my ankles, and I just lifted my feet and pulled it off. I immediately tucked it in my handbag. I was acting cool, looking outside as if to see where we were already, but actually looking at everyone in the FX to check if they are looking at me. They are oblivious. Good! That emboldened me some more.
Once it was off -- my black panties (had to say the color so your imagination is complete, haha!), I sat like Sharon Stone did in Basic Instinct 1, hiked up my dress a bit more, then imagined someone -- a guy, was sitting in front of me, trying to look at my legs, wondering if I am wearing panties or not. This made me feel hot. I pulled up my hemline even higher, and opened my legs a bit more for that imagined guy. Still acting cool, looking to see if the driver will pick up any more passengers (I wouldn't want the new passenger to suddenly open the FX door and find me sitting like that!), and checking on the passenger nearest me -- a young woman with her eyes closed, listening to her MP3 player).
With the coast still clear, and me getting all aroused with the thought of doing something naughty in public, I started touching myself. Liking it even more, I spat saliva on my right hand, and played with my wet and aching pussy. We were just a few kilometers away from my stop, so I rubbed my clit faster and harder. I stopped for awhile when we reached a corner with a traffic light, and there was a guy in a motorcycle right outside the window facing me. But as soon as we moved on, so did my hand. Just three corners to go, hot, bothered and dripping, I pulled away, almost not caring if the girl with earphones opens her eyes and gets shocked at what she might see. That possibility was even a turn-on, though, I was scared as well.
Two corners left, and that's when I suddenly imagined you there with me. You're the one sitting across me, and you were "misbehaving" as you were watching me. My legs were wide open, and I was enjoying you looking at me, well, at my pussy actually, and what my hand was doing. You then transferred to the seat right next to me, and with your right hand -- you weren't even looking at me, looking so calm and composed, almost straight-faced, frantically played with my clit and fingered me. I can't breathe. My mouth was dry and slightly opened. One more corner, you're fingers were darting in and out of me, and then I stiffened, then shuddered, several times. After a minute, still getting baby tremors down there, I said "Para!" (meaning Stop) to the Driver, fixed my dress a bit, and got down at the Mall, walked around "going commando" till I reached the nearest restroom.
So, there's my note of my own misbehavin. It was thrilling, but I don't know if there will be a repeat. Still can't believe I did that.
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