I was about to storm off when she stood in front of me and said "wait hi can't leave like this" she then kissed me and put her arms around me pulling ...e close to her. My hands went straight to her ass I lifted her up and put her on her parents kitchen counter. Our kissing be and more and more passionate as she pushed my leather jacket off of me I could hear it fall to the floor as I lifted her top off of her and tossed it to the ground. I began licking her neck "oh fuck Mac" she said as I undid. She glided effortlessly into my soaking pussy with a single finger as I grabbed a cushion and stuffed it over my face to stifle my cries of pleasure. I was gyrating my hips against her face when I felt a sudden buzzing on my clit. I nearly came straight away, the pleasure of the sensation shooting through me in milliseconds as her tongue moved beside the vibrator, fighting to gain control of my clit. I could only lie back and try to keep calm, my whole being soaring into the air with joy at her. I told him I wish I looked in shape like that. He was the first person I told I was bisexual, he said it's not a big deal and winked at me. He said he was going to shower, and I wanted to join him in the shower... So I took a chance and asked if I could join him. There was no reason to join him, but he said sure, because he showers at the gym with guys all the time. But he said "nothing sexual". The shower was big, it could easily fit 2 people, we both got naked and got in... I was hoping Amber. A risk I endure but can never embrace-the "inadvertent" threat of exhibitionism. Constantly. What I'd give to get back to normal: flat shoes, conservative pantsuit, and most of all some warm cotton panties. Just a day-one single day- where I didn't have to struggle with the ?secret? between my legs. Even a whisper of pubic hair, a single strand- just something less than bare down there. Less exposed. Less degraded. To feel like a free woman again, if only for a moment. Of not having to worry.