I [F] 20 at the time, fucked the guy [m] 22 across the street while his fiance and parents were sleeping upstairs.

Hi! Lisa here….So this account will have posts by my boyfriend (m/45) and I (f/41). We reconnected after 20+ years and our divorces. We get super hot telling stories and pushing our sexual boundaries. Here’s the first story I’m posting, which he thinks is one of my hotter stories. OMG, I was such a whore…

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I was around 20 when I was living across the street from a younger couple on a quiet cul de sac. He was 22 she was 21 and they lived with the guy’s parents across the street from my parents . We all became friends and hung out on occasion to bbq and have some drinks etc. They were both attractive in their own way: she wasn’t all  that pretty but had a nice body. He was tall, probably 6′ (I’m 4’11 and thick), average build with dark hair He was very personable and funny which attracts me normally way more than looks . We will call him “ Mitch” .  Him and I seemed to get along better than her and I . She was more quiet and reserved and he was loud and outgoing like I was . 

He was always flirting but I never really paid him any mind because I think that was just his personality and it was mine as well  . We were all friends so I didn’t think anything of it if he made a comment like oh you look good or something like that. They were subtle comments .

One night we had all hung out for the day at their house and we had all been drinking starting around noonish  . I wasn’t trashed but I was definitely buzzed drinking a lot of beer all day . It was around 10 or 11 and his gf decided she was going to bed , which wasn’t unusual for her she wasn’t a big drinker and not a big party person. I think at the time there may have been a couple other people (his friends) there and we all continued to hang out and drink until pretty late (around 1am ). Eventually everyone left and it was just him and I left which also wasn’t unusual , it’s not like we had never been left alone together . We were all friends there was never any sexual tension ( for me anyway).

He asked me if I wanted to go swimming . I already had my bathing suit on because we were swimming all day . I said sure ,it was a really hot summer night . We had to keep it down it was like 2 am at this point . So we got in and were just floating around on the tubes relaxing and drinking and quietly talking.

It got quiet and he got off his tube and started swimming towards me and started kissing me. I knew I shouldn’t kiss him back but I did anyway ( he was a good kisser) . I was kinda drunk, and went with it. All the lights were out in the yard so no one could see us .

We were kissing..agreesivily, and he pushed my bikini top up and off, and buried his face in my tits. He grabbed my ass and pulled me into him, pressing his dick against me, as I kinda wrapped my legs around him in the pool. We didn’t have sex in the pool but there was a lot of touching going on; both our bottoms were still on. He was hard I could feel it rubbing against my pussy . He was grinding up against me licking my neck and tits . So after a few minutes he asked if I wanted to go inside I said yes .

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We quietly climbed out of the pool, the water dripping off us into the pool as we went up the steps seemed so loud as he led me up the steps. at the sliding door to the back family room, we stopped, and started kissing again. I reached into his pants, grabbing his hard dick, going all in with this ridiculously WRONG hook up, but at this point I was out of my mind turned on. He pushed his bathing suit down, then did the same to my bottoms as we kissed at the back door, his dick pressing into my belly, with him being so much taller than me. We stopped only long enough to get dried a bit, wrapping towels around us as we crept in, thinking that if someone happened to be up, they wouldn’t immediately see we were actually naked.

 Everyone was asleep upstairs so we opened the door slowly and softly walked into the family room, obviously hoping no one would come downstairs . At that point neither of us really cared, being so drunk and horny and therefore careless (the only thing I wanted at that point was to get fucked) but we both knew we had to be quiet. We didn’t really talk once we got inside, communicating through gestures and him guiding and gently pushing me onto the floor by the couch. .We laid on the floor with a blanket on top of us he pulled off the couch and we both tossed the warm, damp towels to the side. He started kissing and sucking my tits again. Then he started working his way down to my pussy which was already wet. He started licking me, and soon he slid his finger inside. I almost came after a few minutes but he stopped just as I got close, and got on top of me and started to slide his dick in. I tried really hard to be quiet but his dick felt so good we both let out a little moan as he pushed it all the way in.  I knew we didn’t have a whole lot of time, well aware how incredibly crazy this was that I was even doing this, with people I have to see every day. If they came down, it would be so completely fucked up… i needed for both of us to get off, and fast, I needed to cum, and I needed to get the fuck out of there, since I was rapidly sobering up (which did nothing to lessen how horny I was). We were both a little nervous wondering if anyone was going to come down and catch us but I also felt like it was the thrill of it that was turning me on too. He was on top, steadily thrusting, kissing me, kissing my neck, occasionally he’d freeze and look towards the door and listen before starting to stroke his dick in and out of me again, not too slow but not fast enough to make noise.

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I started playing with my clit while he was on top fucking me; I needed to get this over with and get off and get out. A few times he had to cover my mouth to stop making noises. At first I would be quiet but after a few minutes I would start moaning again as i got myself closer to cumming, and his strokes got deeper, faster and just a little harder.

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It didn’t take long for me to get close to cumming and I let him know I was there . I came, after about 10 minutes, with him covering my mouth, only realizing how loud I was moaning after my orgasm. As soon as I did he told me he was ready to cum, and his pace quickened, his eyes closed with a focused look on his face. Obviously, with no one expecting any of this to happen, weren’t using a condom (I know stupid me) so I told him pull out when he was going to cum. He nodded without opening his eyes, thrusted as fast and hard as he could without causing any more noise for another minute or so, when he pulled out and jerked his load onto my belly. After we were both done, I had sobered up and knew it was time for me to walk my slut ass back across the street to my house and go to bed . We silently gathered our clothes, I wrapped the damp towel around me and quietly walked out the gate, carrying my bathing suit in my hand.

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The next day I saw them they asked me to hang out again and we did . It was like nothing happened . The two of us didn’t talk about it, until about a month later, he mentioned “going for another late night swim”. I told him no thanks, once was plenty. We all stayed friends, and I even went to their wedding the following year. It was a fun and unexpected encounter I think for both of us . 

We lost contact over the years…

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