The story is written on the basis of real events that happened to me several years ago. In the first part, even almost nothing was thought out. Of course, for many people who are weary of sexual experiences with experience in life and sex, this will seem like a naive and insignificant event. But this story made an indelible impression on me and gave a start to my sexuality and my fantasies. And if there are interested readers, I’m ready to share part of my fantasies as a continuation of this story. At least, with their more or less decent part)

It happened during the summer holidays, when we went with a class on an excursion to another city - to Chuguev near Kharkov. Of the main attractions there is the Repin Museum and the river. The museum is small, so did not have time to get bored. And the river in the summer is always cool. And somehow it happened - the toli canceled the electric trains, the tolles were late for the last one, but we stayed overnight right there at the railway station. There was an option on the bus to return to Kharkiv, but, as it turned out, the flights of buses ended even earlier than the train. This news only upset the teacher who accompanied us. Well, for us it was like an unexpected adventure. The train station is small there and the waiting room is also small and cozy. We cheerfully pushed as we wanted the station benches and, having broken up by small companies, settled down for the night. Of course, we were not going to sleep, but, probably, an excess of impressions and almost all day in the fresh air near the river led to the fact that everyone fell asleep fairly quickly.

And at night I woke up because someone stroked my legs. When I woke up, I didn’t immediately understand what was going on? where am i at all? and so on ... It's dark around, but I'm not at home, but on some bench ... At first it even seemed that everything that was happening was like a continuation of sleep. I lay on my back and legs, probably in a dream, bent at the knees and tucked to me. And here I see that some unfamiliar man sits on the edge of my bench and so strokes my legs already near the panties. Probably, he has been doing this for a long time, and, on the sly, he is trying to push my knees apart. (Especially for eroticspace.info — sexitails.org) Because of such a pose, I was lying on my back and my legs were bent - the skirt was a little uprooted, but I didn’t notice it immediately, and he could see everything, except for the darkness. Although the summer is not very dark, it is rather dark, but it is not at all pitch dark.

And now, I still wonder - why I didn’t scream, didn’t break out ... I must say that I was even then - quite a decent girl. And very few people can boast that I allowed him something beyond propriety. I can not explain all the feelings of the then: some kind of sweet horror but also the desire that he continue. Maybe because he did it as confidently as it should be, he looked into my eyes and seemed to nod his head slightly, as if approving my behavior. And I looked at him. Probably, so the rabbits look at the boa as I looked at him. And obeying his perseverance, increasingly spread her legs. I looked only into his eyes, mysteriously appealingly glistening in the night light of the waiting room. And more and more I felt some kind of internal languor, I did not quite understand what I wanted, but I really wanted him to continue. And the man probably felt it and began stroking right through my panties. It was so unexpectedly pleasant that I could hardly hold back the sweet moan. And he, without taking his eyes off my eyes, without looking at his hands, with very gentle movements - his palms, his fingers, excited me more and more. Of course, I knew that there were such caresses and even tried to caress myself, but what was happening now didn’t go to any comparison with my knowledge and experience.

And at this moment he deftly pushed my panties to the side and froze, looking at my secret place.I do not know that he could particularly see in this twilight, but the realization that I was lying in such a frank way, spreading my legs in front of an unknown man, very much aroused me. After a few seconds of waiting, he, satisfied with my behavior that I lay quietly and did not disturb him, moved a little closer and leaned over to me slightly, whispered some kind of commonplace like “well done, good girl” stroked my head, cheek several times, then , running my fingers over my half-open lips, moved below and making several circular movements, first along the left and then along the right breast, squeezing it lightly in my palm. Of course, there wasn’t much to take in the palm, and the clothes probably hid feelings, but it was pleasant and exciting for me. Especially when you consider that at the same time, with his left hand, he touched my lips. Then his right hand continued its way along my body from the breasts down to the belly, and it was also very nice. And when his right hand met his left, he began to touch there with both hands, and then he began to push my labia. And I instinctively spread my legs bent at the knees wider.

Having played with his fingers a little there for some reason (then I didn’t know why yet), he again ran his hand over my lips, and then gently but persistently stuck two of my fingers into my mouth. And, having made several movements with his fingers back and forth, he began to touch me by the clitoris with them already glistened, and with his other hand again he moved apart the sexual lips, but quite a bit. It was generally something! Such a wave of strong feelings overwhelmed me that I could not stand it and groaned. And from this, at the most interesting moment, our attendant woke up and began to bypass everyone and look. The stranger quickly disappeared somewhere. And I barely had time to pull up my skirt and lay, trying to breathe quietly, although it was hard to do it. Most likely, I was not very good at it, because, coming closer, she even quietly called out to me. But I pretended that I was sleeping and, after standing over me for a minute and walking around the waiting room, the teacher went to her place. And soon I heard her characteristic snores. I absolutely could not sleep. And how can you sleep after all that happened? Just a stranger man did with me such that I have not allowed anyone even close. But why did I let him do that? It was terribly embarrassing. I just felt like shame burning my cheeks. To make sure that this is not a dream, I myself began to touch my hands wherever he touched me - through the hair, face, breasts ... Yes, this is not a dream. And when my hands got under the skirt, I was convinced that the panties remained shifted. And between the legs is something wet, and so much so that when I ran my hand there, my finger slipped between the genital lips with some kind of champ. It was a bit unpleasant, I wanted to take a shower, but most of all I wanted the stranger to appear again, I wanted to continue ...