This story took place while I was in university in London less than 10 years ago, a recently turned 20-year-old man managing a bar due to a bizarre set of circumstances, the bar lead to my having plenty of opportunities to meet sexual partners though.
After managing the bar for a few months, during my peak “himbo” times, I moved into a shared house with four friends – two men and two women – and was scarcely there due to my going home with people after work shifts or nights out. After one such night out I returned to the house at about 11am on a Saturday to find three of my housemates, the two women and one of the men, in the living room having coffee and breakfast. I was greeted by the man, let’s call him James, shouting a prolonged *“ayyyyyy”*, and a chuckle from the women. I made myself an instant coffee, grabbed a cereal bar, and sat with the group in my clothes from the night before.
The two women, who I’ll describe later, named Carrie and Ella, started their own conversation once it became clear that James was going to be probing me about my night.
*“Hardly working or working hard last night, ay Dom?”* He laughed with a mouthful of cereal.
*”I can speak to people and get work done at the same time, James, not that you’d know anything about that.”* I returned, James being mocked playfully in our group for the fact that he was something of a rich boy and had yet to have a job beyond a brief ‘internship’ at the shared office of his parents.
The conversation went onto my night, and I’ll admit that while I wasn’t gratuitous in my detail I did share some of it with James – proud as I was.
*“Yeah, no, I need the coffee, I have another shift at 5 and I need to get some books from the library between now and then so no chance to make up the hours of lost sleep.”* I explained to James after he asked if I was going to be going to bed.
*“So, who was she?”* James asked, impatient at the deviation from the bits he was interested in.
*“An actress, musical theatre, from the University up the road from the bar”* I laughed, having placed emphasis on the ‘musical theater’ and a pause before and after to let him imagine the implications of a singer, dancer, actress triple threat.
*“God… Damn… Man!”* James muttered through another mouthful of cereal.
The conversation went on before eventually James left, I got up to leave and said a *“seeya”* to Carrie and Ella and told them I was going to shower, Ella shouting *“please do!”* playfully from behind me as I left.
I completed my errands over that day and went to open the bar and complete my shift, where the musical theatre student came back to my venue to see me, and after I closed the bar I went back to see her for the night again – the two nights with her probably worth a story another time.
Returning to the house, a little after midday, on the Sunday, I was greeted with groans from most of the housemates milling around the kitchen and dining room doing their own things, and a shout of *“is that the slut?!”* from the living room, James playing on a games console we shared.
I laughed along at the jabs from the group as I held up my hands in a ‘you got me’ gesture, repeating my routine of going to get a coffee and a breakfast bar from the cupboard. The rest of the day, whenever there were a few of us in the same room, there would be playful jabs at me about my never being in the house because of my ‘endeavours’ and how nice it was for me to join them for once.
In the early evening, while most of the housemates were in the living room chatting, James suggested that, as Mondays were a convenient empty morning of classes for all of us, we should have a few drinks to extend the weekend. We all knew what ‘a few drinks’ meant when it came from James, but we went ahead – being students and all.
The next few hours of relatively heavy drinking were mostly unimportant, other than the introduction of a rule during a game Ring of Fire by which someone could ask a ‘Never Have I Ever’ question when they drew a card with an even number. There wasn’t a single question which wasn’t related to sex, and there was all but two or three out of goodness knows how many questions which I drank to. A few of these were met with requirements for me to explain, or a shout of ‘no way!’ from someone else in the group, but never anything from Carrie, who sat silent and watched intently.
We got to a stage where the drunkenness of Carrie, James, Dillon and I demanded that we go and dance and drink more at a local bar/club which was popular among students of our particular university.
The four of us went to go and get changed once it was decided that it would only be us four going to the club – since Ella drank much less than the rest of us unless it was a special occasion. I changed into skinny black jeans and a form fitting black t-shirt and met the others in the hall for a final shot before we went out. The only person I can remember the outfit of was Carrie. Carrie always had perfectly straight, way down her back, pecan brown hair which made her shockingly green eyes pop. She was probably 5’2 (over a foot shorter than my 6’3, which always helped with women), and was a little bit chubby but managed to have the weight go to all of the perfect areas (think Ashley Graham, but shorter and a little bit less thicc). She was in black jeans with a white blouse which all complimented her natural figure, there was also a bit of red bra suggestively visible from the collar of her top when Carrie moved in certain ways.
We went to the bar and all danced into the night. Occasionally, I’d go outside for a cigarette with someone I’d got talking to during the evening. Carrie, who doesn’t usually smoke, joined me for one of the cigarettes, asking to take one.
*“Have you really done all of those things you drank to in Never Have I Ever or are you just trying to impress James and Dillon?”* Carrie asked through a puff of smoke.
I laughed, not a sexy chuckle done with someone you’re trying to seduce – but a real laugh with a friend.
*“I love the boys, but I don’t really care in the way that I feel the need to impress them!”*
We both laughed hard at that, letting out some tension which we hadn’t been fully aware was there. When we both recovered our cigarettes had burned down to the filter and I was stood right in front of Carrie. All at once we became aware of the difference in height between us as we looked into each other’s eyes silently, a sexual tension building from nowhere .
*”Dance?”* I asked, uncharacteristically awkward.
The change in energy remained when we rejoined the group, Carrie and I dancing with James and Dillon, but always facing each other. Never dancing directly with each other, but always looking intently.
James or Dillon would offer to buy a round, but Carrie and I had slowed down to less than half of the speed they were drinking. It was two hours before the bar would kick out when James said he was going to go back home, and Dillon suggested we all join. I said that I was up for it but Carrie said she wanted to stay and dance and asked that one of us, as she looked me in the eyes again, stay and keep her company.
James and Dillon drunkenly stumbled away after a quick goodbye and Carrie and I stayed, dancing slowly opposite each other as though our housemates were still there. Eventually we founds ourselves dancing closer together. At the first contact of our hands, which had unconsciously reached through the space between us, we pulled in together and kissed with a deep urgency.
We made out on the dance floor for an unknown length of time before we stopped and silently left the bar. We stood outside of the bar and shared a cigarette without speaking, almost pretending that we might yet go back inside.
We walked back to the house, taking a little under an hour, chatting on the way about how busy it had been and how good the music was, like it was a regular night. When we got to the house we stood in the hallway looking at each other for a moment, waiting for the other to make the deciding move and listening for movement from our housemates. Taking hold both of Carrie’s hands then, without letting go, I turned her around so that her arms were crossed in front of her chest and my hands held hers on the top of her arms. I eased her forward, my body pressing into her back, as we went to her room on the ground floor – kissing her neck and causing light gasps as I did so.
Without turning on a light I fell backwards onto the bed with Carrie still in front of me, her facing the ceiling while laying on my front. I kissed Carrie’s neck from under her and let go of her hands, letting my hands explore her body on top of her clothes. I slowly undid the buttons of her blouse as I nibbled on her ears and neck and played with her breasts, feeling her breath speed up as I did so.
*”Dom…”* she sighed, squirming a little on top of me. *”Dom…”* again. Moving slightly like she wanted to be able to reach more of me, or kiss me.
I held her gently in place with my left hand while the other started undoing her jeans and then made its way down the front of her pants. My finger found her wetness and gently pressed against the top, tracing circles as it made its way down to her opening.
She gasped, sighed and squirmed as I paired this with the light pinching of a nipple with my left hand – holding her like a double bass. I used the wetness from her pussy to rub gently in circles over her clit, bringing her to a gentle first orgasm, twitching on my fingers and grabbing at the sheets as it moves through her.
I rolled her gently off of me , after a little recovery she reached over to her lamp switch, turning it on and rolling to look at me as I looked down at her, propped up on one elbow.
*”Let’s see what those girls from your bar keep coming back for.”* Carrie smirked after a further minute of recovery, pushing me onto my back and tracing her hand down my chest and to my jeans, undoing my belt. Moving the front of my jeans open she rubbed my cock through my jeans, kissing me as she did so.
She looked at me with intent before sliding down, pulling off my jeans and pants and then standing up herself and slowly stripping naked at the foot of the bed – pausing for a moment to indicate for me to remove my shirt, as I hadn’t yet removed it in the distraction of her stripping.
Carrie crawled back onto the bed and lay between my legs, tying her hair and then slowly stroking my cock to further hardness while looking up at me with a sexy confidence in her eyes which left no room for uncertainty that I was about to experience something truly incredible.
Slowly she leaned forward and took the tip of my cock into her mouth, continuing down the 5.5inches with an agonisingly steady pace – never slowing down or speeding up. She reached the base and held my cock in her throat, kind of smiling at me before bringing one hand to my balls and rubbing them with a gentle squeeze, the slipperiness making me aware of the liberal amount of saliva now moving down from her mouth.
I groaned deeply and Carrie, seeming to take this as a queue, started to slide up and down my cock with her thick lips. There was a small ‘glup’ each time she got the base of my cock but no gag, she just continued to slowly pick up her pace, deepthroating my cock and rubbing my balls more eagerly until I felt my own orgasm brewing at a steady but inevitable pace. She continued this way, massaging my balls and suckibg my cock with wild abandon before I felt myself about to reach the edge.
*”Carrie, if you keep this up I’m…”* is all I managed before her hand slipped up from my balls to my shaft, sliding up and down the space not covered by her mouth, and then immediately rubbed and squeezed my balls harder with the other hand, applying a little pressure underneath my balls. My orgasm was explosive and I bucked into her mouth, exploding goodness knows how much cum down her throat. She showed no struggle, though, and pulled back up to me and lay own my chest, kissing me softly.
We swapped to spooning after a while cuddling and fell asleep in a post-orgasmic bliss.
I woke up in the early morning, probably around 6, to gentle light through the cheap curtains, and the feeling of a hand around my cock, stroking me awake.
*”The house will still be asleep…”* Carrie whispered softly, still facing away from me from the night before, her hand stroking me behind like she was lining up a shot with a pool queue.
I shuffled up behind her and rubbed her pussy, already wet.
She passed a condom behind her and I slid it on before returning to the spooning position and slowly entering Carrie for the first time.
*”Oh…. Dom!”* She quietly gasped, pushing back against me.
We gently pushed against each other like this, getting a feel for the meeting of our bodies, for a few minutes, sighing as our hands explored each other. As we softly built up a rhythm I brought a hand around the front of her torso and found her clitoris, slowly rubbing it and bringing her to an orgasm with haste as I combined the movement with our penetration.
Just after picking up my pace a little, carrying Carrie on the after shocks of her orgasm, she gasped and pushed me back, giving me a fright that she’d heard one of our housemates moving in one of the rooms upstairs.
This fear was alleviated as she climbed on top of me, kneeling above and then sliding me back into her wet warmth.
She picked up her pace, slapping down on me heavily each time, sometimes slowing for a couple of strokes as we fucked. I pushed hard into her, gradually taking lead as her large breasts rose and fell in front of me. Aroused by her moaning and writhing on me, I took a hold of her hips and brought her down hard to meet my strokes, eliciting a long and high moan as I bottomed out into her pussy, pushing her through another hangover. As I built my natural lead, she leaned back, her right hand supporting her weight between my legs and then her left hand rubbing my balls again. She’d found a weak spot in me and I felt my need to cum building in response. Making sure to keep the woman to man orgasm ratio in her favour I brought both of my hands up, one pinching a nipple and the other rubbing her clitoris. I came first but managed to keep focus, bucking as I filled the condom inside of her and rubbed her clit so that she came a moment after in a deep groan.
We lay half-asleep for a time before agreeing that I needed to sneak out before anyone else came downstairs.
I got dressed in my clothes from the night before and went out to make myself some coffee and get a cereal bar. An hour later, around 8:30, as I had my second coffee, James came downstairs and saw me.
*”Hahaha! You did it again you madman, three times in three nights?! Walk of shame on a Monday morning, that’s rough.”* He chuckled, shaking his head as he went about making a coffee of his own and muttering about how he’d tell everyone later.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/lboi2e/the_shortest_walk_of_shame_i_m_have_ever_done