You were just going about your day, not thinking about or expecting anything special… then it happened After work one day, Josie a cute waitress I worked with said her car wasn’t running well, could I follow her home in case it broke down. Of course, I would. I didn’t consider the fact that it was a fairly new Honda… they don’t break down. We got to her place, she asked if I’d like to come in for coffee. In the moment that I hesitated, thinking that I wanted to sleep and coffee might make that difficult, she realized I was as much of a fool as she had guessed, but maybe a cute fool. She cocked her head to one side, she smiled and said, “Rob, you know what I mean by coffee… sex… that’s what I mean by coffee, what do you say we take a shower together and see what happens.” Thank god for waitresses. She was a good time, soaping up her body... we didn't spend much time drying off... something came up
I was 19, young and very dumb..... Had a friend who was 21, tall leggy brunette who was an absolute knock out, we were very close and always together unfortunately though we were just friends. It was a Friday night around 11pm and i got a call from her, she was on her way home from work and her car just died, so i went out and took a look at the car, determined it needed more fixing that i could provide at that hour on the side of the road so we had it towed to a shop. I drove her home and by that point it was almost 1AM, she thanks me and offers me some money but i refuse, she had this look and asked if i wanted to come in for a drink, it was late and i'd had a long week and clearly wasn't catching her vibe and said i was just going to go home and sleep, we lean in for a hug and as we do she straight up grabs my crotch and whispers "Just come inside" I'd wanted to fuck her as long as i'd known her and i was not disappointed, after that night we became friends with benefits
Right before the pandemic hit I visited the massage parlor I frequented regularly expecting to have just a massage. Yea right, you say. Well you are correct in that I usually get a happy ending sometime during the session too. I had seen this girl several times over the last year or so and nothing more other than the hand job ever happened. Things progressed for the first half of the session with her doing the massage thing with a little teasing along the way. She is actually very good with the massage part which is why I had been seeing her so often. She's also quite cute and enjoyable plus we had become familiar with each other. When its time to flip over on my back she whispers in my ear for me to do so. I was really into the massage and feeling very relaxed. Even with the teasing I wasn't feeling all that randy at the time. Then a strange thing happened as when I began to roll over I nearly fell off the table. I caught myself to keep from falling and stood up. That was not the best thing to do as I got a little light headed and leaned forward with my hands on my knees to catch my balance. In doing so my masseuse placed her hands on my shoulders to help steady me. I looked right at her and she at me, eye to eye. It was then she just blurted out "You wanna to fuck me?" I looked at her, blinked a couple three times, and then said "Why fuck yes! Yes, I do." As I stood up as she dropped her yoga pants to the floor, came out of her top, and released her bra. Before the bra could hit the floor she had me pulled back down on the massage table with her and away we went. I really didn't know I was going to get enjoy her fully that time. The pandemic came along shortly after and they closed the parlor for a while. She's not working at there anymore. Don't know where she went but that one time was special.
Words I loved hearing those words. Or a couple of times the man telling me I could Fuck his wife if I wanted to.
I was in grad school, married, and working part-time for a small company. The secretary was a bit older than my 22, probably 30 or so, and a lovely brunette. She was off one day and asked if I could stop by to pick up some papers she was typing at home. When I rang the bell, she came to the door in a sheer black night gown, hiding very little. She asked me to come in while she got the papers, and when she returned she invited me to stay a while to get better acquainted. When I hesitated, she moved closer and took my hand and said, "I really want to get to know you better." I don't know what excuse I gave, but I was a newly wed, loyal to my wife, so I almost ran to the door. I heard later that she liked to "initiate" new young employees.,
olderndirt, At one time in my younger years, a woman didn't have to do much to lead me on. I did turn a few down, because one was my best friends wife, but I regret now. I wonder how much a man is to take, with fear of sexual harassment. I did a few handy man jobs, but I made the woman come right out and admit she wanted attention. I wonder where others draw the line, and how much teasing is too much.
I did get one once...."why don't you come over...my mom's gone for the day...and bring those things, too.." Hmmm.
I unplanned bought a 6 pack after work one day and went to a fuck friend's house to hang out. I knocked on the door and another girl answered. I said I am looking for Carroll, I thought she might want to have a beer with me. She said I am her sister and she is out of town. But I would love to have a beer with you. Well must I go on? She was not as attractive but vaginas all look the same to me.
There's one thing about it. No matter what the vagina owner looks like, when opened up it's all pink and juicy on the inside.
I always try to create an opportunity. Met my FWB like that. Went to buy something from her bakery. Asked if she had more on the menu (that question could be taken in more ways than one). She said there's always more on the menu (that answer could be taken in more ways than one). I asked when we could talk about it. She said over a steak. We went down the street for a great meal. Yes, there was a lot more on the menu and I got some that night. Nice surprise but you have to create the opportunity to find out.
