I just want to start off with-Happy New Year! It's 2011 and one of my resolutions were to encourage other women like myself that being big lipped with the forbidden fruit isn't shameful at all. In fact, it can be very thrilling!
Once during a college orientation, I had a sudden jolt of heat in my lady area and a tight spring in my stomach. The spring just kept getting tighter and tighter, as the heat spread. My lips were swelling past their normal prominently plump size. With each sensual pulse the space in my panties became less and less, the tension was suffocating. I had to bite back my urge to moan, for my parents were to my sides, and other scholarly strangers sharing the same room as I. All I could do was concentrate on my breathing, in and out. My finger tips were tapping the arm chair, only I wanted them to tap something else with a softer texture.
Then to make matters worse my hood was acting up. The layers were slowly being pulled back, bit by bit, and by my clit of all things-it was growing. I was surprised by such an introduction, my clit never makes it out of my hood. The tiny pink bead may be sensitive when stroked and engorge, but not enough to see the light of day. It was such a foreign sensation, my clit was finally going to crawl its way from its cage. The only sad part was I couldn't give it the attention it desired and worked for. If I got up to go to the bathroom my jeans, someone's chair or knee would rub against it and I wouldn't be able to control the vocal appreciation. All I needed was a moan, a small little fairy finger to magically find my pussy and take care of its whining. A simple stroke or press, but not a penetration that would be too much to handle.
So I sat there, barely listening to the Dean's speech with a growing wet spot in my panties, a needy clit, and fat lips. I thought to myself, what in the world caused this?
Tapping my foot for some vibrations, I thought, most of the guys here are gay so that's a major turn off, sure the guy I was talking to was attractive but not enough for this...Then it hit me, it was my jeans. They fitted nicely but the crotch area was a bit up there, pressing up against my lips. All day I've been walking around twisting, needing, pinching, stretching my labia, tickling them up against soft jeans and foldable chairs, crossing my legs and pressuring them and my clit more than usual. I've been masturbating this whole time without my own knowledge.
I sat there for another 20 minutes in pure ecstasy: my clit was fully grown and throbbing, my lips were dipped in wetness sliding back and forth on fabric. Every so often I would adjust my jeans and pull them up; I have a small waist so the action wasn't unfamiliar to my parents' eyes. But, boy did that little act do the trick. For each pull, the crotch area would stroke and open my lips brushing up against the heated core, pushing back my clit with its rough material.
It was a "Finger Fairy" so to speak, but the sensation was almost orgasmic. I wouldn't change that day at all because I'm proud of my labia and I know they love me back, why else would they chime in at the most boring lecture?
Such good times with my lips and I ;)
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