Anne and I hit it off almost immediately. She's sarcastic and raunchy, wildly intelligent and great to talk to. We seemed to follow the frantic nature of each others' mind. It was quite a special bond, but it was limited by Lin, my girlfriend.
Don't misunderstand, Lin is great in her own charming way. Thoughtful and generous, gracious and kindhearted. I care about her, but especially after a year of dating, the connection hasn't lasted. Our tastes have diverged from one another, our tastes evolving on their own. Even our communication patterns were shifting away from each other.
I first met Anne in February and in July my girlfriend had a trip she needed to go on for a few weeks (I think it ended up being 3, but ultimately it was about 5 or 6 with a few days where she'd stop in and say hey). During this period I took a lot of time to assess the relationship. I was happier now, alone, than I'd been in quite some time. I went out and saw people, I did things, I enjoyed my life. It was a blast.
One night, about a week and a half in, I had the most hellish day at work though (where Anne and I met and worked together). Anne was there too and it was just a horrible day. Equipment didn't work, people were crabby, people were stupid. Every single part of the day was just hellishly awful. We closed 15 minutes later than we usually do and we didn't leave for nearly an hour after we were supposed to get out. Hell. We've all had those days.
So, I did the reasonable, human thing to do. I invited the three other closers over for drinks and chats. Everyone said that they could/would come, but guess who was the only one to show up.
Anne.
We sat and waited for the others for a half hour or so, just chit chatting and the lot. 30 minutes turned into 2 hours, without noticing anyone else wasn't there. 2 hours turned into an overnight, not in bed, just at my table. We finally had a space to hang out and talk, outside the context of work, and it was blissful. She ended up heading home on her bike as the sun was coming up. Nothing weird happened whatsoever.
And I felt really good about it. I remember thinking "Yeah. We're just friends I guess! This can work out alright!". I remember spending the rest of the day feeling very positive about how we interacted. We spent the rest of the day texting back and forth and that evening we worked again.
And it was hell again.
I invited everyone over again.
And Anne was the only one to show up. Again.
I was confident this time and felt no guilt about her being the only one. At this juncture I was sure that we were capable of being civil adult friends. We were certainly adults, but perhaps more than friends.
When we arrived at the apartment it was hotter than hell. I live on the top floor and it collects heat like a mother.She was wearing those really tight biking pants and a loose tanktop with a sports bra. Before I had even sat down, she had taken her top off, complaining about the heat. I turned the air conditioning way up and got changed myself, into a t shirt and some gym shorts. Admittedly, I had a moment where I could choose between the loose ones or the ones that were a little more… suggestive and I did choose the suggestive ones. It was ambiguous if she noticed at first, but it didn't matter much to me. I sat down across the table from her and we continued to chat. Movies, sports, politics. The whole gamut. And all just a game. Each conversations was interlaced with innuendo and outright dirty jokes, gradually moving from the theoretical to the more tangible. We ended up on topics of past sexual exploits.
As we sat across the table from one another, drinking and chatting, I moved my foot and bumped hers, but, noticing that she didn't move, I tried leaving it there, just continuing the conversation as usual. I slipped my foot around so the inside of our feet were touching, allowing me to slide my foot up her leg slightly, slowly, inquisitively. She took this as quite the invitation. Without breaking conversation and in no time at all, her foot had crawled up my leg, down my thigh and firmly against my crotch.
Suddenly the game was, how oblivious could she act and how much could I keep it together. She was pretty good, but her face would occasionally crack as she watched me trying to form straight sentences with this sudden leap in our friendship. It was certainly about that time that it hit me that we were not going to be able to just be friends.
Her foot slipped away just as she complained again about the heat. I didn't feel it particularly, but then again, maybe neither did she. It was just a scheme to remove her pants, leaving her sitting across the table from me in just her panties and sports bra. Or, I assumed panties. From where I sat, I couldn't see any of it, I could only guess and she hadn't stood up enough for me to see.
So, in the midst of this, I decided to play along, taking off my shirt in agreement and letting my shorts slip down slightly. I adjusted myself so the head of my member was peeking over the brim of the shorts. I walked to the kitchen, not allowing her to see as I got a drink of water. But then I leaned against the counter, turning around so she could see. I definitely caught a good lip bite and a tell tale laugh from her. She told me to "Come here" with no real indication as to why. So I walked over to her.
Without a word, she grabbed the edge of my pants and slipped them down, taking my cock in her hand, so gingerly, but with so much confidence. She had no sooner gripped my cock than she had the tip in her mouth. She gave me a wild and passionate blowjob, finishing me off there and swallowing.
She stood up and smiled at me, getting naked herself, quipping about something about "meeting the dress code".
We made out on the bed for a good half hour before finally going at it. And we went at it. I think the months and months waiting had added to whatever chemistry we had and had finally collapsed in this moment.
I have to go to bed now, but there is more to be told at another time. Hope you guys enjoyed my sexual endeavors! More to come.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3y2cs0/22mf_summer_fling
As much as I love hearing about your days at work, the "gone wild" part is three sentences.
You skipped over the good part!
I’m probably going to rewrite it. I guess my drunk, tired self decided to post finish and post this. I’m sorry for wasting your time. I will do the world better next time!
Great build up! Hope you do re-write the awesome part.
Good, the writing it self is good, so it sounds like it’ll be a good story