Fingering

All these posts brought back wonderful memories of those first encounters of getting to "third base". Makes the old heart beat a bit faster 😃

One of my favourite things. I am not sure why although it may be the furtiveness of it all. The urgency that often leads to this act.

I love those images that can be found online of couples in clubs where she has submissively spread her legs and allowed him to slide his fingers inside her. Absolutely wonderful!

Love your comment beth1965 - hmmmm

If in public.. Mainly the cinema. Amazing what you can get away with in the back row..

"A Funny Thing Happened To Me On My Way To The Vagina!" OK, a strange titled but I will explain. My GF in HS and I started out with the normal stuff, kissing, then long kissing, then some breast touching, we just never got to, or she did not allow it, to have me finger in her vagina. Now keep in mind we were both naive inexperienced teenagers. So, one day I brought her home from school, and it was just us and her Mom at home but her Mom always stayed away from us for the most part. We had sandwiches, after school snack and then started our kissing, breast play, then started tickling. She got off the couch and I followed her still tickling her, then she fell backwards, face first over the arm of the couch. She stayed there so I started rubbing her leg, she did not move. So, I went higher, still no movement. I reached her panties and started to rub her fanny and still she stayed where she was. I then traced her butt crack down to leg of her panties, still no movement. I got brave and slipped a finger under her panties guessing she would now jump up, nope she stayed! So of course I found my way to her vagina, it was hot and very moist. So I started fingering her, of course under her school skirt so I could not see anything. Her mother called, maybe we got too quite, who knows, so she jumps up, calls to her mother she was coming and took off. I was so hot I almost could not stand it, however, when I looked down, the middle finger on my right had was covered with poop. So close yet so far away as the saying goes. Now, being very anal for a long time before this, it really did not bother me, but I also realized that my desire to play with her vagina had eluded me. Oh well, try another day. Thought everyone would find this amusing.

When I was around 16 &17 we used to go to the cinema every Saturday afternoon with the sole intention of picking up girls. They were single screens back then so quite big inside and normally half empty in the afternoon session.

We would wait until our eyes adjusted to the dark and then look around for any likely talent. I think the girls often had the same idea in mind.

If we spotted two girls on their own we would switch seats and sit directly behind them. There would be whispering and giggling from the girls and then one of us would tap one on the shoulder and ask if they wanted any company. Most times they said ok and we would jump over the seats and sit next to them.

There was always kissing, lots of kissing, or snogging as they called it. And some girls would let you touch them and some wouldn't. So yes, in my youth, I did finger quite a few girls in the dark of the cinema...

Oh you bad girl !!! Sounds like fun

Microscope.

Bench seat in a truck, back seat of a car, pool, hot tub, shower, bed, couch,

Behind a hay bale, river bank, park, movie theater, kitchen, boat, just about anywhere really lol. It's really fun when you got her going and she's trying not to moan in public ?. Wow that brings back good old memories from high school

My husband is nothing more than a teenager at heart.

I think that applies to most, if not all, guys. 😃

Nothing will linger, linger better than a stinky finger.

Do you have to let it linger, linger with a stinky finger.

Cranberrys

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G6Kspj3OO0s

I never outgrew liking to finger a nice moist vagina. Whether in high school, college or even married a hand down a woman's pants or up her skirt is just a turn on. Even now my wife and I might be at a movie and the idea just calls to me. Other times it has been something to do while stuck in traffic, but then we get sort of bummed when it gets moving again.

Nothing quite like when you keep the reminder scent on your finger as long as possible.

Yes Dr Philip I have the same memories as you. When I was a bit older there was a particular cinema, where mature/granny type single women used to go for "male company" in the afternoons also.

Had a woman tell me I needed to insure my hands after we had a masturbation session. She said my fingers brought her to a series of climaxes that no man had ever done before. It was easy for me while I sucked on her 44DDs.

I agree that my old VW was a great place and easier than today's newer model cars. Another great place I found was the Movie Theater nice and dark and chairs were soft and wide enough for legs to spread and lift if needed. Great memories.

The first time I was fingered I was 15 and a bunch of us were cruising in my friends big Chevy Caprice during spring break in Palm Springs. Back then, guys and girls would hop in and out of each others cars, kiss, grope, whatever and it was all good clean fun. I was in the back seat, wearing a black minidress and this hot, much older guy got in next to me. We started kissing and his hands were all over me! His fingers found their way into my panties and I was like, "oh, wait, what's this? hell yeah!" He expertly rubbed my clit, and fingered me to orgasm right there with like 5 other people in the car as we cruised down Palm Canyon. Thankfully everybody was occupied and the music was blasting so I don't even think anyone noticed. If they did, I do not care. I been hooked on the finger every since.

The first time I slept with my wife she got off when I licked her pussy and when I fucked her and when I fingered her.

As we rested between sessions we talked about the G-spot. She told me that she didn’t have one. A challenge! I pushed my fingers in her pussy and aggressively worked the spot. She exploded. Thrashing and moaning I had to lay across her tummy to hold her down. When she begged, "Enough,enough" I stopped.

She gave me a serious stare and as she was painting and catching her breath said "How did you do that?"

I immediately pushed my fingers in her and did it again with the same results.

After that when she wanted to experience those orgasms she asks me to "Find it."

Always happy to be of service.

On holiday with a previous gf we were staying on a high up floor in a hotel. Each time we were alone in the lift she stuck her tongue down my throat and put her hand down my shorts and pushed her middle finger up my vagina and wiggled it until we reached our destination floor. Then we would get out like nothing had even happened. It hurt a bit as I wasn't aroused and she pushed her finger up me hard and quickly, I liked it though.

Do the ladies like it when there boyfriends put a finger in there bottoms.

Talk about traveling on the backroads of my memories. I was in the eighth grade. I hung out with about 20 girls. We traveled in a group. If someone had a party, if you saw one of us, you saw us all. There were a lot of jokes about sitting on someone finger. Alexandria, my best friend, and a neighbor had the phrase that she used all the time. "I'd like to give him sticky fingers!" BTW, she had been fingered and she expounded to me the glories of how great it was. I was seeing this darling boy named Bob. I say seeing as we saw boys not really dated them. We might have a steady relationship but it wasn't like the boy picked you up at the house and took you to the movies or dinner. We girls would go to the movies and the boys would meet us there then we would pair up as couples. The same being if someone was having a party.

On the night of infamy that is ever etched on the walls of my memories, Bob and I were in the balcony of an old-time theater by today's standards along with several other couples. We were in the back row of the balcony. We were all making out when he put his hand under my skirt. I was a little shocked at the time and my first reaction was to stop him but fortunately, I didn't. Bob moved his hand up the crotch of my panties and was rubbing the outside of my panties, which were a little damp. Then he moved his hand in under the side of my panties. I'm thinking oh my God! This is it! His finger moved into me. This is it! I'm thinking I'm getting fingered and it's great! I felt like Tony the Tiger exclaiming, "GREEEAAATTTTT! My moans and purrs didn't go unnoticed to Alexandria, who was making out with a boy in front of me. We were standing in front of the theater waiting for our ride. She whispered in my ear. "You gave Bob sticky fingers. I know you did and I can't wait to hear the juicy details when we get home as I was staying overnight with her."

After that moment, fingers found their way into me in cars, hallways, stacks of libraries, beach, boats, rec rooms, etc. It all happened growing up in Texas.

@Westy said

Most women seem to enjoy it, too. It was much easier to do in my old VW than it is in a newer car with a console that keeps us too far away though.

Consoles were always a pain when you wanted to fool around in the car.

@ddell2 said

"I'd like to give him sticky fingers!"

Speaking of consoles and gearshift levers, once when we were in college, we got hot and bothered in the car and I jerked off my BF/husband and also gave him sticky fingers, then he wanted me to fuck the gearshift knob so he could watch. It wasn't easy but I did it and left it a bit of a slimy mess for him to clean up in his car. For as long as he owned that car, whenever we were both in it, he would remind me how I fucked the gear shift. Now thanks to those PITA electronic gearshifts, there is no gearshift lever in one of our cars and I wouldn't even think of doing that in that car today.

Consoles were always a pain when you wanted to fool around in the car.Speaking of consoles and gearshift levers, once when we were in college, we got hot and bothered in the car and I jerked off my BF/husband and also gave him sticky fingers, then he wanted me to fuck the gearshift knob so he could watch. It wasn't easy but I did it and left it a bit of a slimy mess for him to clean up in his car. For as long as he owned that car, whenever we were both in it, he would remind me how I fucked the gear shift. Now thanks to those PITA electronic gearshifts, there is no gearshift lever except in one of our cars and I wouldn't even think of doing that in that car today.

We are building a car right now and have custom made a gearshift for a 5 speed transmission. It bolts at the bottom with 2 bolts so it could easily be changed just by removing the boot and unbolting it. With today's 3D printers it would be easy to make a custom penis shaped shifter aimed in just the right direction for maximum penetration. I'm putting down gear shifter perversion as another first for Susie. The list keeps getting longer!

We are building a car right now and have custom made a gearshift for a 5 speed transmission. It bolts at the bottom with 2 bolts so it could easily be changed just by removing the boot and unbolting it. With today's 3D printers it would be easy to make a custom penis shaped shifter aimed in just the right direction for maximum penetration. I'm putting down gear shifter perversion as another first for Susie. The list keeps getting longer!

WHAT?

No ten speed electronic transmission? I don't know why 5-6-7 speeds from the past weren't enough.

It took a long time for me to feel comfortable pulling into the garage, hitting the PARK button, taking my foot off the brake and not feelling like I was going to run into the bicycles we have parked farther into the garage. I miss the security of moving a shift lever. Pushing a button for P R N D S feels so disconcerting.

@SwitchableSusie You're one up on me, Susie! I've always heard tales of gear shifts but until today I never heard a first-hand account. It's what I love about this site. We can tell all about it without worries. Who says Ivy League Girls don't know know how to have fun?

Hell, my husband has a couple of classic sports cars that he doesn't even keep in our garage. There are in a climate controlled facility where a mechanic treats then like an overprotective mother caring for her firstborn. I wonder what my husband would do if I mounted one of the gear shifts. On second thought, I don't think that is a good idea. LOL!

@SwitchableSusie You're one up on me, Susie! I've always heard tales of gear shifts but until today I never heard a first-hand account. It's what I love about this site. We can tell all about it without worries. Who says Ivy League Girls don't know know how to have fun?

Hell, my husband has a couple of classic sports cars that he doesn't even keep in our garage. There are in a climate controlled facility where a mechanic treats then like an overprotective mother caring for her firstborn. I wonder what my husband would do if I mounted one of the gear shifts. On second thought, I don't think that is a good idea. LOL!

This car was from the mid eighties with a manual transmission that my husband liked at the time, so don't think the gear shift knob was fist sized like those of today. It was a simple roughly two inch knob I could get inside myself without any difficulty.

The hard part was standing and squatting with one leg on each side of the console.

Sticky shifter, @ddell2.

"STICKY FINGERS!!!!!!"

And!! The sent "STUCK!!" for at least 3 days... and if you wanted to "Fuck with one of your buddies!!" you ran your finger under his nose and said,"This is IT!!!!"

Nuff said for teen age pranks!! I'm sure the only thing that has changed is the Year and Make and Model of the Car!!!!!

Got STICKY!!!!??,

highwater

@easy123 I think that I have told you of my husband's vintage cars. Believe you me if I got the shift on the classic sticky. My derrriere would be out the door. He'll, I have to put a towel on the seat to ride in it after a round of golf. I might add that he had that car long before he knew me so I will never know what he paid for it.

@PJ41 Is that how you got the moniker "Fingers"?

My girlfriend, early 1970's, worked in Sydney but came home and stayed with her parents each weekend. Sunday afternoons she would go horse riding for a couple of hours, shower and I would usually drive her back to Sydney. Most trips she would sleep with her head on my leg, as my car had no centre console. She always wore a skirt or dress so I would always reach across pull it up and slide her panties down and slip my fingers into her vagina, if there was no tampon in her. Most trips I would get about an hour of fingering her. We had to go through manned toll gates, so most times I would cover her up but sometimes left her panties down and pubic hair on show.

She was always very wet as we had had sex several times over the weekend, so when we arrived at her unit we would again have sex and then I would drive home. If she was having her period I would have wash before driving home.