My gap year

I like reading stuff. Some weird stuff here but men obsessing over our panties took me back to my wild year. I was 18 in 1998. I was meant to go travelling with my boyfriend, a gap year. At the last moment he decided to go to uni, his families fault and I got left at home. 1 month later he had a new girlfriend in liverpool and I was at home, working in a pub. Not what I planned and another 10 months to fill.
I was living at home, fairly strict parents, couldn’t sleep with anyone there. That’s crazy when u think about it, so I had to go back to their place, much less safe! Never found a steady fella but had a fair few one night stands. Trying to fuck my ex out of my head.
I did some strange stuff. Men much older than me, same age, black, circumcised, a couple of girls. Once a couple. I always told my parents I was stopping at my aunts and uncles. I’d sleep with someone and when I was ready I’d ring them and my uncle Paul would come pick me up. My aunt (my mums sister) was always good to me, didn’t approve but knew I was hurting, knew I needed to get it out my system. She was happy for me to ring any time , just glad to get me back safe. After a couple of times she sent my uncle, didn’t like getting me in the middle of the night. He didn’t mind. They have 2 kids, younger than me, grown up now of course.
My uncle had always enjoyed looking at me and I noticed in my teens. I was fascinated, generally didn’t mind. He wasn’t obvious, but you know when a man looks at you, no matter how careful. On holiday, by the pool. I remember if I was in the pool on a float he would always get in too. He would push me on it. I could see him looking at my pussy in my bikini with my legs open. I remember looking in the mirror after in the bathroom, at myself wondering what he could see, not much really and then finding my clit and rubbing myself. Pretending he was getting on top of me. My boobs weren’t huge, b cup by then, I exercised still do, not fabulous looking, I didnt turn heads but men definitely looked at me and chatted me up.
He was fascinated when he saw me kissing a woman goodnight and asking me about what we did. Made no secret how sexy he found it. It could take half an hour to get back to theirs in his car.
And even more when he saw me kissing a man about his age, mid 40s, my walk of shame in the morning to his car in my little dress. I ached. I let slip he kept my knickers, I think I was trying to shock him but he literally groaned what a lucky basted he was.
What for keeping my knickers?
Yes
You’ve seen me in knickers.
Not for years!
But yes. Delicious! Don’t tell your aunt I said that.
No course not. Thank you. I’d never do that.
Or your cousins.
Never!
And he put his hand on my thigh. I hesitated.
Sorry he said.
No it’s ok, it’s just I’ve got his cum in me.
I don’t mind, open them.
And I did. He drove past their house to a quiet spot, got me in the back, I got on top of him. 5 minutes later he had cum in me too.
It wasn’t such a bad year. I had plenty of sex before I went to uni. I got over my ex. Did me the world of good. Paul fucked me regularly. Never tried to restrict me. Occasionally my aunt took my cousins away for the night and then we would share a bed but mainly we would always do something after I’d had a 1night stand, sometimes I’d just suck, others he would add his cum in my cunt. At his house I was always careful and discreet. But I would always leave my dirty knickers in the washing basket. He used them to masturbate. I love men doing that. It’s always turned me on.

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