Female Masturbation Addiction Pt. 2 - Sex Stories

Female Masturbation Addiction Pt. 2

... but I was only partially successful because I was sat on most of the fabric.

“Cheers guys.” I said as I took a mouthful of my beer.

I was still quite sober but I knew that I could easily have too much to drink and miss all the fun that I hoped was going to happen so I didn’t drink any more of the beer and when the other 3 glasses were getting empty I poured nearly all of my beer into their glasses.

From there we moved to another bar and the 3 guys had a bit of a discussion as to which bar we should go to but they finally agreed and in we went, only for me to find out that they were having a wet T-shirt competition later that night. Now I’d watched videos of wet T-shirt competitions and I knew that I wanted to enter at least one whilst I was there but I would have liked to watch a competition for real before entering one.

However, that wasn’t to be as when Mason went to get some beers he came back and said that he’d entered me into the competition.

Not wanting to sound too enthusiastic, I said that I wouldn’t do it and asked if we could go to another bar.

“Aw come on Emma,” Jackson said, “you’ll ace it, and you’ve got a head start on the other girls in that you haven’t got any knickers on.”

“I don’t know guys, I’ve never entered one before.”

“First time for everything Emma.” Owen said.

I was silent as I ...

... thought,

“There sure is Owen, I’ve done lots of firsts and I haven’t even been here for 2 days yet, and if all goes according to plan I’ll have done a few more firsts by this time tomorrow.”

“Okay, okay,” I replied, “I’ll do it but you have to promise that you won’t laugh at me.”

“Laugh at you! That will never happen.” Mason said. “Now if any fat or ugly girls enter we may laugh at them but never you Emma, not with that killer body of yours.”

“Thanks Mason. But I’m not a very good dancer.”

“You’ve danced before haven’t you?” Owen asked.

“Yeah, but not very often.”

“You’ll be fine,” Mason said, “just do what the other girls do.”

Well I hadn’t figured out what I’d do to start with but I’d certainly decided on how I was going to finish and I’d only seen one video of a girl finishing like that.

We drank and talked and no one really took any notice of my outfit, probably because most of the girls were dressed as skimpy as I was. During all the waiting I could feel my arousal level rising but at the same time I was quite nervous and I maybe had a little more to drink than I had planned. Not that I was drunk, far from it, but the alcohol did start to dull my nerves a little.

Finally, a man came over to us and spoke to Mason,

“Is this the girl who wants to enter the competition?”

“Emma, you’re up girl,” Mason said, “go and nail it.”