Public Displays of Lesbianism: 10 Women Describe Their Most Memorable Public Lesbian Encounter

Public Displays of Lesbianism

  10 Women Describe Their Most Memorable Public Lesbian Encounter

Kendra Foster

Boulder Press <^> San Francisco

Copyright © 2015 by Kendra Foster

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Published in the United States of America

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CONTENTS

1.   Spring Break

2.   Riding the Train

3.   Sex on Wheels

4.   Topless Pool Party

5.   Lesbian Furries

6.   Under the Pier

7.   Cosplay Convention

8.   Lesbian Retreat

9.   Concert in the Park

10. Stage Time

1

Spring Break

Jessi and Kendall

My favorite public sex experience also happened to be my official “coming out.” I was a freshman in college when I first saw the woman of my dreams. Her name was Kendall and she lived in a dorm room a few doors down from me. There was something about her, a spark I had never seen and a vibe I had never felt with anyone else. She was mesmerizing, with her sparkling green eyes, long light brown hair, voluptuous figure and ever-present air of optimism. My heart felt like it would leap from my chest every time our eyes met in the hall. It was all I could do to restrain myself from coming on to her, but I did because I assumed she was straight. She hung out with some friends of my roommate, Brooke, who were always hitting up the frat parties and chasing guys, so I would return her friendly smile and say hi, but nothing more.   

I occasionally saw Kendall in the communal showers and a few times, when I was certain she couldn’t see me looking, checked her out. Her breasts were round, full and pert, and appeared to be about 36C’s. Watching the water stream down them and drip from her nipples made my tongue tingle. Her soft, squeezable, curvy hips led to the sexiest heart-shaped ass I’ve ever seen. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. Sometimes she would turn around with her eyes closed while washing her hair and I would catch a glimpse of her well-trimmed, glistening landing strip leading to her pleasure center. Needless to say, shower time was my favorite part of the day when Kendall was on the same schedule, but it was my deepest secret and I vowed to never tell a soul.  

Little did I know my secret would be out by the end of spring break that year. My roommate, Brooke, and some of her friends booked rooms for a large group of us at a Mexican resort known for its wild spring break parties and general drunken debauchery. I didn’t know all the girls who were going, but assumed they were all straight. Brooke was the only one who knew I was gay. I played volleyball and ran track on scholarship, and between sports and my studies, I hadn’t had much time for a social life. I didn’t mind partying with heteros, but there was definitely a part of me that was wishing I had spent more time finding my own kind on campus. Nevertheless, I set my regrets aside and looked forward to the good times I would have with my dormmates.

Our first day at the resort, we decided to get some sun and relax a little before a long night of clubbing. A group of us took picnic blankets, beach towels, food and drinks to a sunny stretch of white sand amid a sea of scantily clad spring break revelers. Half-naked hot bodies strutted, preened and posed in varying states of drunkenness and lust all around us. As I downed some beers and a couple shots, I began to feel increasingly aroused by the erotically charged atmosphere. The energy was contagious, and it felt good.

I absentmindedly stared at a topless sunbathing co-ed in the distance when I heard Brooke stand up and yell, “Hi Kendall!” I turned around and saw the object of my secret desires approaching our blanket.

“Hey girl!” Kendall replied as she threw her arms around Brooke and hugged her tight, their breasts spilling over their bikini tops and smashing against each other. The sight was arousing and I forced myself to look away in case one of the other girls caught my eyes lingering too long. “I’m sorry I’m late,” Kendall said as she began settling in. “I forgot to pack a swimsuit and had to buy this one at the hotel boutique.”

“It’s pretty,” Brooke complimented her. “It looks good on you.”

“It’s a size too small, but it was my favorite one, so I don’t care,” Kendall said, taking a long swig of beer and turning to me. She smiled as she drank, and when she stopped she said, “Hi Jessi.”

“Hi Kendall,” I replied, returning her smile.

“No volleyball games or track meets for you this week?” she asked. She didn’t seem like much of a sports person, and I was surprised that she knew I played.

“No, not this week. We’re on break, too, just like everyone else.” Her smile lingered for several long seconds before Brooke handed her a shot. Something in her eyes was definitely more than friendly interest. She was almost as nude as she was when I saw her in the showers, and my mind couldn’t help undressing her and longing for what I knew lay beneath her skimpy new bikini.

“Let’s play Truth or Dare,” Brooke proposed after an hour of idle conversation and drinking. The girls got loose and their lips got looser as we went around the circle and heard confessions of kinky sexual encounters, secret crushes and embarrassing events. When it came my turn to tell the truth or accept a dare, I chose the dare. I thought if I chose “truth,” someone might ask me if I was lesbian, so I took what I thought would be the less revealing option.

After huddling together to come up with the best dare for me, the seven giddy girls finally sat back in place giggling and smiling.

“We dare you to …,” Brooke started, pausing to look around the group and smile knowingly before saying, “French kiss Kendall for 10 seconds.” I’m sure I blushed as everyone else laughed, including Kendall.

“Come on,” I replied. “I can’t do something to her that she doesn’t want me to do. That’s not cool,” I said, taking another drink from my beer and wondering if they had detected my attraction.

“She broke up with her girlfriend months ago. Give the poor girl a kiss,” Brooke said, as everyone, including Kendall, smiled expectantly at me.

“No problem on my end,” Kendall reassured me.

That was all I needed to hear. I sat my drink down, moved to where she was, placed my hands on her sun-warmed bare arms and leaned in for the kiss. Her lips were like soft, welcoming pillows that willingly parted as I inserted my tongue. She smelled of cocoa butter scented sunblock, and I could taste the alcohol on her lips. Her scent and taste excited me, and I probed more deeply with my tongue, letting my full passion fill her mouth. When the 10 seconds turned to 15, the girls began to cheer us on and encouraged us to continue. As their voices rose, heads turned in our direction and other beachgoers became curious about what was happening.

“Come on you guys,” Brooke said as she stood up and held a beach towel horizontally across her ass to block the views of others. “Hold the towels up so they can have some privacy.”

Before we knew it, Kendall and I were surrounded by hot, half-naked women holding beach towels against their asses in a circle while watching us get down. They had their own private show, and Kendall and I were the stars.

I was tipsy from the drinks and my inhibitions were lower than they had ever been. As I continued to deeply and passionately kiss Kendall, my right hand made its way back to untie her bikini top and set her bulging, buxom breasts free. I tossed her top aside and squeezed both breasts the way I had fantasized about squeezing them since the first day I saw her. It felt like I was dreaming to finally be touching them.

Kendall reached around and released my top, causing my B’s to swing free. As soon as the air hit my nipples, I had an overwhelming urge to feel my breasts against Kendall’s. I pressed my mouth harder into hers, placed my hands on the blanket to her sides and slowly forced her to recline onto her back. Kendall submitted, and soon my breasts were hovering over hers, lightly brushing her nipples as I kissed, nibbled and teased her lips.

“Woo-hoo! Get it girl!” Brooke yelled, and the others followed suit in their encouragement. How often do you have a cheering squad during sex? It was like playing as sport, only a thousand times better.

I finally allowed the full weight of my body to rest on Kendall’s as I spread her legs apart and ground my crotch into hers. She was warm from the sun and velvety soft. The feel of her body writhing and responding under mine was indescribable. I thought I might cum just massaging her breasts, kissing her and grinding into her pussy, and I’m sure I could have, but I was craving a taste of her juicy peach and began sliding my way down to it.

I lovingly kissed and sucked her breasts, and nibbled her stomach and abs, before moving lower. While still massaging her breasts, I kissed her inner thighs and worked my mouth to her pussy. I gently nibbled and kissed her muff through her thin cotton swimsuit bottoms, teasing her and getting her as hot as I could before going in for the prize.

I ran my tongue up and down her cotton covered slit until she put her hands on the back of my head, ground her crotch into my face and begged me to eat her out. Her nipples were stiff, her pussy lips were swollen and I could feel the growing wetness beneath her suit.

“Take them off! Take them off!” the girls surrounding us began chanting in reference to Kendall’s bikini bottoms.

I got on my knees, lifted Kendall’s legs straight up so her calves rested on my shoulders and slid her swimsuit up and off, exposing the little landing strip that had caught my eye so many times in the showers. I held her legs out wide as I admired the beautiful view of her soaking wet pussy, full, inviting breasts and her lust filled eyes. I had never wanted anyone as badly in my life as I did at that moment. I put her feet back on the ground with knees bent and lay on my stomach with my face buried between her legs. As it happened, my crotch found itself situated on top of a small, hard lump of sand that provided intensely arousing sensations when I ground my clit against it.

I turned my focus to Kendall’s succulent womanhood and slid my middle finger up and down inside her slippery lips, brushing and teasing her engorged clit as I went. She writhed and moaned beneath me, and I felt her pleasure coursing through her body. I replaced my finger with my tongue and she bucked hard into my face.

“Oh, please, eat me,” she moaned. “Please,” she begged, hot, wet and wanting.

“Eat! Eat! Eat!” all our friends began chanting with drunken enthusiasm. For straight girls, they were really getting into the lesbian action.

I licked Kendall with long, slow, deliberate strokes up and down her slit and over and around her clit as I slid my middle finger into her tight, hot box. I fingered her with my right hand while my left continued massaging her breasts and my thrusting hips drove my excited clit into the bulging sand mound beneath me. Our friends were still talking and cheering around us, but they faded from my consciousness as my focus was entirely on Kendall and the devouring of her pussy.

“Oh, yes, yes,” Kendall moaned, forcing my face into her crotch and grinding harder into it than before. “Faster!” she demanded, and I felt her thighs flex around me.

I slipped a second finger inside her and penetrated her more forcefully and faster as I increased the pressure of my flicking tongue on her delicious little clit. I couldn’t believe I was actually going down on my dream woman. My awareness of this fact combined with the feeling of her pussy in my mouth, her breasts in my hand and my continued grinding against the sand mound led to the most mind-shattering orgasm I have ever experienced. The sheer force and intensity of it pushed me deeper and harder into Kendall, causing her to go over the top, too. She squeezed me tight between her thighs, pulled my face as deeply into her as it would go, arched her back and came in multiple quivering waves inside my mouth.

“Oh my God!” Kendall cried out as the final pulses of pleasure flowed through her body and onto me.

When I was certain she was completely spent, I kissed my way back up her body, sucked and nibbled her breasts, brushed my lips against her neck and gave her one last long French kiss to finish off where the dare began.

Kendall and I spent the rest of spring break indoors, endlessly enjoying each other in private. But nothing will ever compare to our first time together on the beach, surrounded by sexy, sun-drenched co-eds enthusiastically cheering us to climax. I still get excited just thinking about it. Please excuse me while I go track down Kendall now.