This happened several years ago. Post ended up being longer than I thought.
While getting a post-grad certificate, I first met Laura, we’ll call her. Laura and I shared many classes in that certificate program, and would sometimes talk before classes. She was tall and blonde, Scandinavian, and beautiful, really (if she had a celebrity twin, it would be [Anastasia Griffith](https://dvdbash.files.wordpress.com/2013/10/damages-glenn-close-rose-byrne-donovan-booth-danson-griffith-nouri-noonan-ivanek-hurt-phillippe-goodman-hannah-dvdbash019.jpg?w=584&h=896)).
At the time, she struck me as a bit too cutesy for my taste, really. The kind of person that wore pumpkin or bat earrings around Halloween, and who had a lot of holiday themed jewelry and clothes. And, at the time, I was devoted to my girlfriend, who later became my wife and then my ex-wife. Anyways, after the program finished, we sort of lost touch for a bit.
A few years and a failed marriage later, we reconnected via social media. I was dating someone, but we we had just started seeing each other. I would post about my day at work, what I cooked for dinner or was eating, and Laura would comment about how it looked delicious, or how a cold beer helps a long day—stuff absentminded me thought was harmless.
One summer, she posted about starting a new job, one that I had some experience in, and I offered to help her out and share some strategies with her that I had used. We shared personal info via DMs, and talked shop for a bit. While she was beautiful, everything seemed on the up and up.
A random evening, I posted a photo of dinner at a local restaurant, and she texted me a comment so blatantly flirtatious that even I knew what it meant. I responded that I was seeing someone, and she seemed to understand. However, over the next few weeks, Laura would text me randomly, asking how long we had been dating or send me drunk texts about how she loved me late at night.
Downtown near her apartment, there is a monthly art fair, where all the local restaurants and bars and rental spaces hosted local artist exhibitions. Sounded like fun, so I head down there and let Laura know, in case she wanted to hang out. The woman I was seeing was visiting family out of town, but she knew I was heading to the art show.
We met at a bar, ordered a round of drinks and some food, talking about work, frustrations with bosses, and the like. Got another round and the conversation just flowed. We headed out and started perusing the art exhibits, talking and drinking the whole time. She starts questioning me again, but the flirting and laughing continues after a few minutes. Eventually, we are drunk enough that I know I need to make sure she gets home, and we start walking in that direction.
When we arrive, she grabs a couple of cigarrettes from the counter and we have a smoke on her back stoop, talking about the stars, life, and everything in general. She turns some music on on her laptop (Black Keys style blues), and after we finish the cigarettes, we spontaneously start dancing in the living room.
All of a sudden, she kisses me, and I knew in a flash that it would happen a split second before it did. I kiss her back. We keep dancing.
She reaches down and grabs my dick through my pants, massaging me as we sway. I groan into her mouth, and we start heading for her bedroom. The clothes start falling in a line as we strip, until she is laying on her back in bed, and my face is buried between her legs. I’m licking her clit and fingering her, but evidentally she is more drunk that I realized, as she starts to doze off.
I stop immediately, not okay with continuing, and I crawl into bed naked and lay beside her. She lays on her side, and we spoon throughout the night, tossing and turning towards morning.
We wake the next morning, and I lay on my back, as she lays across me on her side. Her hand idly caressing my inner thigh and my cock, teasing me as we talk about the day. I tell her (like an idiot) that I already had plans and needed to go soon, and she sits up and takes me in her mouth, to convince me to stay.
It felt amazing. But, I summoned the fortitude to resist temptation, and I left to drive home and take a shower before I had to leave again. She texted that I was welcome to come back, and I said this way there is nothing we’d regret. She texted that was true, but she regretted not fucking my brains out…
When I got home and took a shower, I quickly came thinking about that night and what might have been, or what it would have been like to be sharing the shower with her.
**If people like this and want more, maybe I’ll write more parts to this story.**
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9ajpqi/mf_we_had_sexsort_of_part_i
The rest needs to happen.