I’m fairly active in the swingers Kent scene and have been for a number of years, but how did I get into this? When did I discover that there was bountiful free sex out there for people like me to indulge?

Years ago when I was at university I was a shy girl, very shy but very curious at the same time. To make ends meet I took a job in a local pub just a few hundred metres away from the campus.

As a young student I attracted a few glances, none more so than from a bloke called Matt who had a job in the city. He was in his early thirties and was in good shape with one of those trendy goatees that blokes had in the late 1990s / early 2000s.

From the earliest point he made it clear he was interested, but my aloofness, which is how my shyness was received, seemed like a red rag to a bull to Matt and his desire for some free sex with me.

After a month or so of chat and me gaining more confidence I started to learn the games us women like to play and I started to string him along. I got the surprise of my life when I went downstairs to change a barrel. As I was hooking it up I was grabbed from behind and I felt strong hand down the front of my jeans and my pussy immediately creamed. Matt whispered in my ear — if you think this is good he was taking me home tonight whether I wanted to or not and would finish the job. I had never been so excited, my previous experience of free sex had been fumbles with school boys. Now I was going to fucked by a man.

The shift couldn’t finish quickly enough and I caught a cab with Matt to his place, all the while he had his hand under my skirt playing with me, teasing me. Matt kept the cab driver engaged in conversation all the while he was doing this, the cabbie kept checking his rear view mirror and locked eyes with me as I had my free sex hole aroused by Matt’s fingers. I’m sure he had a smirk on his face as he clocked my orgasmic expression as Matt kept bringing to the edge in the back of the cab.

We got to Matt’s place and stepped inside. It was lovely and obviously very expensive.

“Wine?” asked Matt as he poured me a glass with a grin on his face. He handed over the glass and then started to unbutton my jeans…

To Be Continued