Happened last Saturday, and I can’t stop replaying it. I’m a regular dude, 27, work in sales, not some perv or anything. But this? This was next-level insane, and I almost got busted in the worst way.So, my buddy drags me to this escape room thing for his girlfriend’s birthday. Big group, like 12 of us, locked in this creepy-ass “haunted library” setup with dim lights, fake cobwebs, bookshelves everywhere. I’m not super into it, just there for the vibes, sipping a beer they let us bring in. We’re split into pairs to solve puzzles, and I get teamed up with this chick I don’t know—let’s call her Sarah. She’s a friend of a friend, maybe 28, tight jeans, oversized crop top, dark hair, and this flirty smirk that you can see when you go to clubs. We’re crammed in this corner of the room, everyone else scattered, fumbling with locks and riddles. Sarah’s brushing against me as we dig through a box of props, and I’m trying not to notice how her ass looks, and how I can almost see her whole boobs due to her crop top when she bends over . Then she finds this hidden panel in the wall, like a secret compartment, barely big enough for one person to squeeze into. She grins, all mischievous, and whispers, “Bet we can both fit.” I’m thinking it’s just escape room banter, but my dick’s already waking up.She crawls in first, and I follow—stupid, I know. It’s tight as hell, our bodies pressed together, my chest against her back. The panel’s still cracked open, so we can hear the others laughing and shouting clues like 10 feet away. I’m trying to focus on the puzzle—a combo lock inside—but Sarah’s moaning while grinding back against me, slow, deliberate. My jeans are getting tight, and I’m like, fuck, she’s doing this on purpose. She turns her head, whispers, “You’re hard,” and I nearly choke.Before I can say shit, her hand’s on my zipper, tugging it down. I’m frozen, heart hammering, because everyone’s right there. If someone walks over, we’re done—kicked out, humiliated, maybe worse. But I’m so turned on I can’t think straight. She pulls my dick out, and I’m throbbing in her grip. She starts stroking, fast and slick, using her spit, and I’m biting my lip to keep quiet. The risk’s got me dizzy—my buddy’s voice is literally echoing from the next bookshelf over, talking about some dumb clue.Then she ups the ante. She slides her jeans down just enough, no panties, and guides my hand to her. She’s soaked, and I’m rubbing her clit while she’s still jerking me off. It’s clumsy, frantic, like we’re racing the clock. The compartment smells like sweat and her, and I’m trying not to groan. She’s whispering filthy shit—“Faster, don’t stop”—and I’m losing it. I’m jerking myself now, her hand guiding mine, both of us working each other in this tiny space. Her thighs clamp around my fingers when she comes, shuddering against me, and that pushes me over. When I was about to cum, she suddenly pushed me to the wall so hard, kneeled and swallowed my cum. I can see some dripping at the side of her mouth while smirking.When we hear footsteps, someone’s like, “Yo, where’s Sarah?” My stomach drops. We scramble, her yanking her jeans up, me zipping so fast I nearly catch myself. We pop out of the panel, faces flushed, acting like we just found the lock’s code. Nobody clocks us, but my buddy gives me a weird look, like he knows something’s off. We solve the room, get out, and Sarah just winks at me before leaving with her friends. No numbers swapped, no words—just that smirk.I’ve been jerking off to it every night since. The thrill of almost getting caught, her hand, that tight space—it’s burned into me. Never done anything that ballsy or weird before. Escape rooms are supposed to be puzzles, not that, you know? I’m half-hoping I run into her again, half-scared I will.<hr>Support Inkkinkx!

Happened last Saturday, and I can’t stop replaying it. I’m a regular dude, 27, work in sales, not some perv or anything. But this? This was next-level insane, and I almost got busted in the worst way.

So, my buddy drags me to this escape room thing for his girlfriend’s birthday. Big group, like 12 of us, locked in this creepy-ass “haunted library” setup with dim lights, fake cobwebs, bookshelves everywhere. I’m not super into it, just there for the vibes, sipping a beer they let us bring in. We’re split into pairs to solve puzzles, and I get teamed up with this chick I don’t know—let’s call her Sarah. She’s a friend of a friend, maybe 28, tight jeans, oversized crop top, dark hair, and this flirty smirk that you can see when you go to clubs. 

We’re crammed in this corner of the room, everyone else scattered, fumbling with locks and riddles. Sarah’s brushing against me as we dig through a box of props, and I’m trying not to notice how her ass looks, and how I can almost see her whole boobs due to her crop top  when she bends over . Then she finds this hidden panel in the wall, like a secret compartment, barely big enough for one person to squeeze into. She grins, all mischievous, and whispers, “Bet we can both fit.” I’m thinking it’s just escape room banter, but my dick’s already waking up.

She crawls in first, and I follow—stupid, I know. It’s tight as hell, our bodies pressed together, my chest against her back. The panel’s still cracked open, so we can hear the others laughing and shouting clues like 10 feet away. I’m trying to focus on the puzzle—a combo lock inside—but Sarah’s moaning while grinding back against me, slow, deliberate. My jeans are getting tight, and I’m like, fuck, she’s doing this on purpose. She turns her head, whispers, “You’re hard,” and I nearly choke.

Before I can say shit, her hand’s on my zipper, tugging it down. I’m frozen, heart hammering, because everyone’s right there. If someone walks over, we’re done—kicked out, humiliated, maybe worse. But I’m so turned on I can’t think straight. She pulls my dick out, and I’m throbbing in her grip. She starts stroking, fast and slick, using her spit, and I’m biting my lip to keep quiet. The risk’s got me dizzy—my buddy’s voice is literally echoing from the next bookshelf over, talking about some dumb clue.

Then she ups the ante. She slides her jeans down just enough, no panties, and guides my hand to her. She’s soaked, and I’m rubbing her clit while she’s still jerking me off. It’s clumsy, frantic, like we’re racing the clock. The compartment smells like sweat and her, and I’m trying not to groan. She’s whispering filthy shit—“Faster, don’t stop”—and I’m losing it. I’m jerking myself now, her hand guiding mine, both of us working each other in this tiny space. Her thighs clamp around my fingers when she comes, shuddering against me, and that pushes me over. When I was about to cum, she suddenly pushed me to the wall so hard, kneeled and swallowed my cum. I can see some dripping at the side of her mouth while smirking.

When we hear footsteps, someone’s like, “Yo, where’s Sarah?” My stomach drops. We scramble, her yanking her jeans up, me zipping so fast I nearly catch myself. We pop out of the panel, faces flushed, acting like we just found the lock’s code. Nobody clocks us, but my buddy gives me a weird look, like he knows something’s off. We solve the room, get out, and Sarah just winks at me before leaving with her friends. No numbers swapped, no words—just that smirk.

I’ve been jerking off to it every night since. The thrill of almost getting caught, her hand, that tight space—it’s burned into me. Never done anything that ballsy or weird before. Escape rooms are supposed to be puzzles, not that, you know? I’m half-hoping I run into her again, half-scared I will.



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Trapped in a haunted library escape room, I’m paired with a random girl named "Sarah"—dark hair, wicked smirk, a total flirt. What starts as puzzle-solving spirals into insanity when we cram into a hidden compartment, her ass grinding against me. With our group shouting clues inches away, her fingers unzip me, my hands plays her, soaked in sweat, jerking off each other. One wrong move, and we’re exposed. We pleasure in silence, all those little moans, controlling ourselves before they saw us. It was a total experience in escape room and I've been craving to fill her holes.

Someone gave me a hand+blowjob in an Escape Room

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