I clicked on it, and chose my city and state from the drop-down. Then, I had to choose what kind of individual I was looking for: Man, Woman, Transgen...er, Genderqueer, and any number of variations.Then, the sexual orientation of the person I was hoping to have an encounter with: Heterosexual, Homosexual, Bisexual, Heteroflexible, Homoflexible, and another few I can’t remember.I finally selected ‘Any Orientation’, and hit search. As expected, it returned a dizzying amount of results, and I was. My dresses tend to be smaller and tighter than most because I’m petite with smaller boobs. Any larger and they would look like I was wearing a burlap bag.When I’m feeling naughty, intent on teasing onlookers and passersby, what would otherwise be a forgettable outfit, can cross way over the line of what’s appropriate, to being risqué, even slutty. It all starts with buttons. Undo one, two, three or more, and a cute sundress can become tantalizing and provocative, if my mood and the audience is. It emerged from the drain of the toilet as it caught the girl's scent. Gracefully, it swam its way up to the surface, raising its head into the cool air.Lindsay's pussy lips loomed above it, warm and inviting. The creature readied itself, taking aim.Lindsay began to write a text to her sick roommate when it happened.Something big and sickeningly warm slammed against her vagina and in a single fluid motion, pushed its way into Lindsay's body.Lindsay tried to scream, but for the first few seconds. She looked at me with a mischievous grin and said, “Why don’t you get your big ass worm into my fishing hole.” and laughed. She immediately laid back in her bed letting go of my hand. She wiggled herself backwards until her head was on one of the pillows. I, of course laid down too and wiggled myself right up next to her. She was on her back and I was on my side next to her. I reached out and gently started massaging her breast closest to me. “Mmmm” she said as she closed her eyes. I leaned in.