I’m a tech person, not a fiction writer, and no form of embellisher. What I’m about to tell about happened exactly as I describe it (a long long time ago in my yute). It’s also not nearly as exciting as some of these.
I’m at this conference in Florida, and Alice, a lady from a competing company, wound up needing to borrow a power cord, which I had to spare, for the duration of the meeting (a couple days). Most of us are at the same hotel/motel. Of some relevance is that the rooms all have exterior doors, and a ‘living room’ space and behind it, a separate bedroom. The living room also had large windows. Of not much relevance is that Alice is about 15 years older than me.
On the last evening, she says come by my room at 9pm and I’ll give you back the cord. The meetings ran til 5, we had our respective dinners etc. with our colleagues etc. OK, at 9pm I go and knock on her door. The curtains on her windows are open, people can see us in there if they happen to look. So, reasonably above board (propriety was more of a thing back then).
So she gives me the cord, and we sit in her living room and chat for a while. After a bit, she says ‘excuse me a minute’ and goes into the bedroom, then comes back out – wearing a flannel nightgown.
I’m thinking uh… ok. Maybe she’s just really comfortable and friendly. So we chat some more, and I leave. I’m thinking ‘did she mean something by this’…?
So later in the year, at another conference, she comments about my ‘failing to take the hint’. Uh, ok, that clarifies that. She tries to convince me to come to her room, but I make myself busy elsewhere. (Do looks matter? I’m average, she was fairly average, which is fine).
Later, at another conference, she comes and knocks on my door (I think she was just a couple rooms down from me so she saw me). I let her in, and we chat for a while. (For more irrelevant detail, this was at the Fontainebleu Miami Beach)
So then she explicitly explains to me that her changing into her nightgown was a hint. OK, fine; it’s not that I’m not interested, it’s more that I don’t want to get into a thing with someone from a competing company, and the potential complications that could lead to.
So, to the **sex part**:
After explaining the nightgown thing, she says: “Yeah, **I love to suck cock**!”
Bing bada boom, broken. Willpower shot to hell, 12 erections at once (well, it felt like it!).
We started kissing for a bit, then helped each other undress, got on the bed, then I started eating her out. She had a couple orgasms that way, then we fucked for a while (plain old missionary, no gymnastics) and she had a couple more orgasms. Damn do I love multi-orgasmic women!!
Then she says “let’s stop worrying about me for a while, let me suck your cock now. just lay back and enjoy this. And “oh yeah I love it *so* much, please come in my mouth”. Old Willy was more than willing to comply. By this time somewhere between an hour and a half and two hours had gone by, and I was ready. I came in her mouth all right, it felt like more than any other time in my life. After I rested a couple minutes I fingered her to another orgasm while making out with her. I really like that as well for some reason.
We slept together for a while, then early in the morning she went back to her room.
The next year she was in my town for a conference I wasn’t attending, and called me up at work and invited me to visit her at her hotel, but I declined… for a variety of reasons, large amongst them a committed-relationship thing.
Footnote: orgasms
Most of my female partners orgasms have been along the lines of long, intense moan-groan-contraction thing. Hers were literally barks. Not that she was trying to bark like a dog, that’s just what they sounded like. I only had 1 other partner that made that kind of sound (ok, she was a cousin… a very *distant* cousin, like second once removed. She chased after me for years, since her pre-pubescent days. She finally got me in a similar fashion.)
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8vzj9c/mf_a_few_words_broke_my_will