Hi – I’m [Dee](https://ibb.co/yF6TZ3C).
I’d just broken up with my first long-term live-in boyfriend. I’d been feeling a bit stifled in the relationship. I hadn’t experienced much of the world, and I felt he was taking me for granted, and I’d become kind of curious about what else was out there. I’d broken up with him and I was moving into my own place: a little apartment just outside of the city, and I was super excited about having my own space and freedom.
I didn’t own a lot of furniture at the time, so on my moving day I just got a few friends to help me transport my belongings in a few car trips. To furnish my apartment I’d had to buy my first bed though. It was a queen-sized slat bed – quite fancy – but none of my friends had a vehicle big enough to pick it up from the shop, so it was the one thing I’d had to pay to have delivered.
It was late afternoon by the time we’d gotten all of my stuff up the elevator and into the apartment. I’d bought a couple of bottles of wine and a case of imported beer to thank my friends for helping me move in, but it had taken a bit longer than we’d expected and they had other things on that evening so they had to go. I was going to go with them too, except my bed hadn’t been delivered yet, so I had to stay back and have a couple of drinks by myself.
When it got dark, I called the moving company to see where my bed was. Apparently because they’d picked it up first for that day’s deliveries, it was buried right at the back of the truck and would be the last item to be delivered. They apologized and said there had been holdups over the day, troubles with deliveries, a truck breakdown, and they were running way behind schedule.
It was a hot summer evening and I was really looking forward to a shower and another wine or three, so when they said they’d probably be another half hour, I figured that probably meant more like an hour. Long story short: I had another quick drink and went and had a slightly tipsy shower.
I guess all the excitement, and not eating all day, made the drinks go straight to my head, and I confess my shower may or may not have gone on a bit longer than usual because I was in an erotic mood and started touching myself.
Okay, so there are a few things I should point out. I don’t know if it’s true for all women that our monthly ovulation date makes us crazy horny. But I do get one or two times a month when sex is all I can think about for a day or two. As it happened, that day happened to coincide with my moving date, so I’d been super turned-on all day for no particular reason. Also, because of the break-up, I hadn’t sex for a while and I was super excited about all my newfound private space. And add to all that, the wine.
So, in other words, I was really, really enjoying my shower. In fact, I was approaching an orgasm when I heard the apartment door buzzer.
As I cursed and leapt out of the shower, I realised I hadn’t unboxed my bathrobe, so I just threw my shorts and t-shirt on again, barely drying myself. I opened the door and there were three well-built young guys on my doorstep holding the boxed-up parts of the bed frame, the plastic-wrapped mattress, and the boxes of slats and bolts.
Two of them were shirtless and I immediately felt a little vulnerable. In a good way. As they as they carried the heavy wooden frame and mattress into my new bedroom, I looked them over and found it kind of hot to see their muscles lifting and tensing. They looked me over too – standing there in my wet clothes and probably giving off pheromones of my horniness – and I heard one of them mumble something to his friend about how this job was a nice way to end the day. I may have even been a bit over-chatty and bitten my lip flirtatiously at them.
When they turned around to leave though, I was a bit confused. For some reason when I’d bought the bed from the catalogue, I’d expected it to It to come fully assembled. When I explained that I had no idea how to assemble a slat bed, they all looked at me with a mixture of pity and amusement. I told them about the untouched case of beer and asked them if they would help me assemble it.
Either the job was a lot more complicated than I imagined or the guys were in no particular hurry to finish. After half an hour half of the box of beer was gone but only the frame had been assembled and a few slats had been put in. An hour later though they’d finished the bed, and the beer, and they were sitting around finishing the wine and celebrating a job well done.
As I sat at the foot of my bed with them chatting, my mind wandered. In short bursts, I imagined the three of them forcing me against my mattress, pressing my body down into it as they pleasured me. I was so turned on, I couldn’t control my thoughts and I even found myself secretly squeezing my pelvic floor muscles to simulate the feeling of the things I was imagining.
Then, one of them shushed us all and announced that I needed to pay them their assembly fee now before they left. I thought he was serious at first, and I stammered that I thought they were doing it as a favor, but then the other two whacked him and said he was joking.
I joined in on the gag and said something crazy. If it wasn’t for that particular day, that particular level of newfound freedom, that level of tipsy horniness – I would never have said it. But I did, and I was only slightly joking, and they all knew it.
I said: I could pay you all another way.
Oh my god, I have never seen men move so fast. The one closest to me said Seriously? and when I kind of nodded and shrugged at the same time, he leant in to kiss me.
Then they were all over me in an instant – kissing and touching me – their strong hands picking me up, placing me down on the bed so my ass was at the edge and my legs were hanging over. Their fingers were roaming up my legs, under my clothes, fondling my breasts, pawing my inner thighs, over my belly, down my back, up my neck, caressing my whole enchanted body…
The rest of the story is [Here](https://www.doloresdelcarmen.com/the-movers) (Free of course!) Hope you enjoy!
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/j45ysk/the_time_i_fucked_3_guys_from_a_moving_company