Ah, Youth!
So, I figure a few years is time enough to lurk. I am not a big drinker, so I fear all of my exploits and misadventures are the fault of my own poor judgment, bad character, and ill-temper. So, here goes...

Back in an era lost to the mists of time (the 90s), I met my future wife through the wonders of digital technology (a MUSH). The downside to this arrangement was that she was 350 miles away. I guess it could have been worse. This is, after all, a rather spacious nation and she might have been in Alaska. Still, for poor students without vehicles such as ourselves it was a rather inconvenient distance. This meant that our face-to-face liaisons only occurred every couple of months or so, separated by weeks of frustration, phone and net sex, and unsatisfying masturbation. When one of us did hop a bus or train to see the other, what occurred was more a sexual collision than a meeting between two reasonable, loving individuals. After a few hours of rutting more suited to an X-rated edition of Wild Kingdom, we might pause to actually speak to one another.

One occasion rather stands out in my mind. I met my true love and future mother of my child at the bus station and, after several interruptions to neck furiously up against convenient walls, we finally made it to the subway. Kissing continued, now unfettered by the need to make progress as pedestrians, and quickly grew more heated. Rubbing her through her panties led to just deciding that they were in the way and soon all pretenses at subtlety (such as they were) were abandoned as I knelt on the floor in front of her vigorously finger-fucking her in full view of the afternoon commuters. Even the folks in the forward-facing seats were not denied the provided entertainment as the front wall's two-way mirror into the driver's compartment offered an excellent view. I lost track of how many times she orgasmed but it is worth noting that my beloved is rather... enthusiastic in her throes (by which I mean, loud).

When we disembarked, we discovered that I had picked the wrong station and we were left alone on the abandoned platform waiting for the next train. Of course, having nothing better to do, we continued the aforementioned activities, but now with my future bride as the aggressor. Showing even less restraint than I had, she progressed from rubbing to pulling out my cock and masturbating me within a few seconds and a similar span passed before she was on her knees fellating me while I, half-heartedly, kept an ear out for the arrivals of other subway patrons and noted with a little relief that the security camera was to my back.

Sadly, she lost her nerve before the next train arrived and we had to finish the deed (and the several after) in the comfort of my humble student pit.
(bergec is filled with inertia, Thu 23 Apr 2009, 20:23, 1 reply)

This
Sounds remarkably like my current reletionship. no contact for a month, then sex, and lots of it.
(Potty Jag har smör i min rumpspringa, Thu 23 Apr 2009, 20:28, closed)