Thanks for the comments on my last post.  To answer some questions... I've almost been caught lots of times.  I have been caught a couple of times, but only by a person I was cool with.  I might talk more about that later.

My most daring one ever, and still my favorite, happened a few years back.  As I mentioned before I go with my uncle and his buddies camping or hunting from time to time.  One time I had something work-related to deal with (this was before I worked for my uncle); long story short my uncle and two of his buddies headed up early and I came up the next day with another of his buddies.  I'll call him "Dan".  

At this point I'll say that I'm really in deep now.  As it is anyone I work with, anyone who knows me can figure out who I am from these blogs and from my Fap profile... and now I bring this up.  I guess there really is a thrill to doing this stuff and not getting caught.  As long as I don't really get caught... as long as the wrong person doesn't read this and say "Hey!  I know that girl!  OMG!!!!!"  I have no clue what the chances are that someone I know is also on the 'Fap, but there is a chance. 

But I'm gonna do it.

Anyway, I've known Dan for years.  He's about 10 years older than my uncle and is married and has two grown kids.  I've always liked him, though never in "that way".  So there we were, driving in his pickup truck, at night, with not too much to talk about.  I was fresh out of high school so we sarted talking a bit about college.  He told me a couple of stories about his college days.  I asked a few of my own- did he meet his wife there?  No, but he met a lot of other girls.  Where?  Parties.  

The fuse was lit.  I asked him about the girls.  He told me some vague things, but slowly the details became more personal, more intimate.  At this point I had my usual crazy idea and reached behind me (he has a crew cab) and grabbed my duffel bag and sat it on my lap.  I rummaged through it and pretended to check something.  Then I left it on my lap.  I reclined the seat a notch, turned a little toward the window, and stared out at the night.  It was dark, I had something big covering me, right arm away from his view.  Cool.  I also was smart enough to wear sweat shorts with an elastic waistband. 

I slipped my hand down my pants, into my panties, and opened my legs.  We kept talking.  I stroked my lips, pulled and stretched them gently.  Doing this with Dan right next to me was absolutely surreal and exciting.  Pretty soon, I was gooey.

As I was getting excited, I kept pushing the limits of the conversation.  I asked for more details about the girls.  He tried really hard to remain vague but I kept pushing and pretty soon he was talking about having sex with them.  More details!  I asked him what he liked, what he did, what he wanted to do.  I played it totally innocent, like I just wanted more information (actually, I really did).  Reluctantly, he talked.  At first.  But it was obvious he was getting more and more into it.  I was, too.  He told me about how he liked to use his fingers on girls, how he was really good at that, and how he liked to lick pussy.  I asked him about that, how he did it, techniques, etc.  By this time I was sopping wet… maybe wetter than I’d been in my life.  I could feel it leaking down the cracks of my legs, soaking into my panties, migrating upward into my pubic hair.  The sounds of the highway covered the squish as I slipped my fingers in and out of my vag.  All of this, three feet from my uncle’s buddy, our family friend, a guy I looked up to and liked.  I felt very dirty and skeezy but I couldn’t help it.  I remember how my heart was hammering.  I was hot so I rolled the window all the way down. 

He talked about fucking a six foot-tall black girl from a neighboring college’s basketball team.  He talked about licking beer off the tits of another girl at a party.  He talked about the girlfriend he dated, about how they used to skip class and stay in bed all day and how he could lick her pussy for hours.  At this point I was very close to orgasm… and his hand drifted over and he squeezed my knee.  I panicked.  I guess I realized what might happen, what the next logical step would be, and I lost it, for the moment.  I sat up and changed the subject, asking him to pull over. 

We did.  Scuzzy gas station.  I took my bag into the toilet.  Dan was walking a little funny but I didn’t register it at the moment.  In the toilet I took off my pants and panties.  I peed, washed in the sink, toweled myself off, and stuffed my panties in the bag and went commando.

Dan fueled us up.  Back in the truck, I sat in the back, using the luggage to lean back on, my feet behind the driver’s seat.  We were off again. 

Amazingly, it wasn’t over.  Dan steered us back onto that road again and I was along for the ride.  Now, things his buddies had done.  I grabbed a little towel from my duffel and stuffed it down my pants.  If anything, I was even more exposed now… if he were to turn all the way around and click on the light, surely he’d see where my hand was.  But of course he was driving and watching the road.  So I started to frig myself again.  With my panties gone, this was much easier.  I reached up the leg of my shorts with my other hand and  tickled my asshole with a finger tip.

Tell me more about your girlfriend.  Blah, blah, blah.  About what you did in the sack.  What was her pussy like?  How did she taste?  Are girls really different from each other that way?  Yes.  Tell me more about the basketball girl.  What position?  Doggy?  Wow, I think doggy would be fun…

Finger deep in my vag.  Finger rubbing my asshole.  Very close to cumming. 

Hey, Dan said.  Um… have you ever had sex yet?

No, I said.  And I really hadn’t, either.  Still had my cherry at that point.  I had, however, tried anal sex with my boyfriend.  I was just about to tell him that.  It was almost out of my mouth.

And then I started to cum.  I’m really good at being quiet, but it was almost too much.  I kind of squeaked, gasped.  Dan glanced back.  I turned it into a huge yawn. 

Long, deep breaths. 

How long until we’re there?  Three hours or so.

Cumming gave me time to think.  And I felt like a fool.  I wasn’t sure what might have happened.  I was horny enough that I probably would have let him do whatever he wanted… pull over, pull my pants down, lick my pussy, finger me, even fuck me, probably, though I wasn’t on the pill and I doubt there were any condoms around.  So let’s just say I was happy I was rescued from my train of thought by that orgasm, and even though I was hornier than ever I still was able to think for a second.  So I kept the towel between my legs, wished Dan good night, and pretended to sleep. 

I heard Dan heave a huge sigh.

Then I really did fall asleep.  We got there and had a good time, though Dan was kind of distant for awhile.

I think about this a lot.  If it happened now, I think what I would do is buy some condoms at that gas station and let him have his way.  I have no idea how it would affect us, though.  He’s still an old family friend, still married, still very much on my mind.  It probably would have been fun.  There are worse guys to give it to than Dan. 

We’ll definitely go camping again someday.  Maybe next time, I’ll hitch a ride with him again.