This is a continuation of the escapades with the girl I first met in Canada – – –
In the months that had passed since we were last together, she was asking me many questions about life in my hometown, the chances of getting a job, quality of life, the neighborhood I lived, if it was a good place to raise a family, if the schools were good, if I wanted to stay close to my hometown as I got older, etc. It truly made me think she was thinking of a permanent commitment with me.
And, after what seemed like forever, I was finally on my way to start our life with each other. Sure enough, as I entered the terminal, she was right there waiting (just like those months previously) and ran into my arms. What an amazing feeling to be with someone who had so much desire for me. It was nearly unbelievable. And nothing I had ever experienced before.
Of course, I had dated others previously, had different girlfriends in my life, but nothing really super serious that made me think of something permanent. She was different though – she was the one. Everything about her was perfect – her personality, her confidence, her intelligence, her little mannerisms, her eyes, the tone of her voice, her ass in jeans, the view of her ass during doggy style, her mouth, her hair, her deliciously tasty pussy, her cute little sneezes, the perfect sex between us, etc. You get the idea.
Anyway, we made our way to her little Peugeot and after solving the dilemma of trying to get all of my luggage into it, we were on our way to her apartment. When we entered her place, there was a big sign propped against the wall that read “Welcome Home XXXXX and the start of the first day of the rest of your life”. I had never felt so touched before and damn if she didn’t make my eyes a little wet at that moment.
We had one amazing day after another together. I had already met many of her friends and family on my previous visit, and now I was meeting even more of her friends and colleagues at the new job she had recently started. I quickly settled in and being with her truly felt like being “home”. It was our beautiful life.
Never had I gotten along with someone with zero effort whatsoever. Everything was always so smooth and natural. It even got to the point where we would know what we were thinking or what we wanted by just looking at each other. Never once did we have even the slightest disagreement or unkind word or even the smallest raised voice or bad tone to each other. Not one single time.
And the sex seemed to continue to get better by the day. It was almost as if she wanted it more than I did. She was absolutely insatiable. We would usually fuck at least three times a day and typically much, much more. I would drive her to work in the mornings and go back to meet her at lunch and we would find a quiet corner in the parking garage and usually have quick fuck sessions in her car.
Quite often, when we would be driving somewhere at night, she would give me a blow job if I was driving and if she was driving, I would finger fuck her constantly wet pussy. Occasionally, we would find some quiet, dark street to stop and fuck in the car when we couldn’t control ourselves. And on rare occasions, she would stand beside the car and I’d fuck her from behind.
When we’d go to the cinema, we would always wait until a movie had been out for a while, so it wouldn’t be so crowded and try to find seats in the last row. She would generally be wearing one of her miniskirts (of course with no panties) and would sit quietly in my lap and ride me as I rubbed her clit. If it was too crowded to actually fuck, I would finger her and sometimes get a hand job, or every now and then, a blow job in return.
During one of our absolute wildest times together, we went to a KTV to celebrate a birthday of one of her close friends. It started out with her and me, her birthday friend (known as “C” from now) along with another girl, and two other couples. The other two couples left a little earlier than the rest of us, which just left her and me and the other two girls.
Everyone was getting progressively more drunk and as the other girl was attempting to sing a song I’ve long since forgotten, “T” thought it would be a good idea to give me a lap dance. She moved over above my lap, sat down and started grinding away. Instinctively, I started rubbing her between her legs. I thought she’d stop me since her friends were right there watching everything, but she just reached behind to give me a squeeze and quickly discovered my swollen, hard cock.
She then started tugging at the waistband of my jeans and I helped her by unbuttoning them. At this point she was rubbing me through my underwear and I lifted her dress and bunched it up above her waist. Next, I slid her panties to the side and started rubbing my fingers against her lips. Her friends were screaming and hollering – both in disbelief as well as in approval – as she grabbed my cock and pushed it against her wet pussy. I easily slid inside as she continued bouncing up and down on me while I rubbed her titties through her dress. “C” then came over and gave her a pretty lengthy kiss.
I almost had wished those other two girls would have joined us at that point, but nonetheless, the entire situation was incredible already. I stood up while still inside her and leaned her over the sofa so I could finish from behind. I enjoyed one of the most explosive orgasms ever as I filled her up.
We cleaned ourselves up and as I was sitting there relaxing and wondering if what just happened was a drunken dream, I watched as she and “C” started dancing very suggestively. They were fondling each other and having a pretty hot and heavy make out session and before long they were sucking on each other’s breasts. Never in my life did I ever imagine I would witness such a scene. It was simply magical. I and the other girl were simply staring with our mouths wide open.
Nothing else happened beyond that and prior to going to the KTV, she had told me that before she transferred to university in Canada, she and “C” had been classmates together. Later on in the evening, she said they had also been dorm mates together and would sometimes play with each other. After hearing that, I wanted to suggest all three of us play at a future time, but wasn’t sure how she would take it and regrettably, always kept the idea to myself.
As the weeks and months progressed, I was living the perfect dream. I didn’t even care what we were doing, as long as she and I were together; it was such a beautiful feeling.
We also made a few trips to the Philippines so she could visit some of her extended family and distant relatives and we would always transfer through Manila. These were my first trips to the Philippines and I quickly found myself loving it there – the people were probably the friendliest and most polite I had ever met and the food was simply delicious. Whenever we made our Manila stopovers, we would always take advantage of going to a dentist which she had been going to since just after high school and liked quite a lot. One of those visits eventually led to yet another “gonewildstories” experience which I likely I will post in the future, as time permits.
Back at home, her company would generally host a monthly dinner party at different high end hotels or restaurants as a sort of morale booster for the employees. In reality, it was mostly just an excuse to get wildly drunk. We usually would attend and as soon as she was a bit tipsy, she would get extra flirty with me. Rubbing up against me; taking me into a corner and telling me to finger her; or when the parties took place at a hotel, we would often book a room (so we wouldn’t need to be concerned with driving) and sometimes go up for a super quick fuck before returning to the festivities. She loved having sex in the hotel bathroom because of their large mirrors – we’d stand in front of the sink and I’d pound into her from behind as she was mesmerized by watching us.
When these monthly parties were held at restaurants, she was often searching for any opportunities for us to be alone. On one such occasion, as she was going to the bathroom, she discovered an unlocked door to a supply room and came back to get me. As soon as we closed the door, we immediately started making out, she grabbed my cock through my slacks and I gripped her ass tightly. I then bent her over some boxes of cleaning products, lifted her dress and quickly pounded her while sliding my hand inside the low cut dress to fondle those cute breasts of hers. My cock was absolutely soaking wet from the juices flowing out of her. She must have started cumming the moment I slid my cock inside. We kept going until she came again and I finished by exploding in the sink so as not to make a mess on our clothes. We returned to the crowd and received a couple of approving grins from her colleagues and a very stern look from her boss.
To make a long story short, her boss evidently didn’t think much of Caucasian guys. His fiancé had run off with an Australian guy a year or so earlier and unfortunately for me, he painted all of us with the same brush.
Whenever I had seen him previously, he was giving me quite an annoyed look. When I mentioned it to her, she always said it was just my imagination. But I couldn’t shake the feeling he gave me. Something just didn’t feel right. And usually my intuition isn’t wrong. As the next few weeks progressed she began *‘working*’ longer hours, sometimes not returning home until 10pm or 11pm, whereas she previously had finished around 5pm and never later than 6pm. Our sex life still continued to incredible though and even after coming home nearly exhausted, she always wanted to be fucked before sleeping.
But something had changed. He absolutely hated that she and I were together and was going to do everything in his power to separate us. The monthly dinner parties had supposedly changed to employees only with guests no longer allowed. In reality it was so he wouldn’t have to see us together.
In a few weeks time, I had to return home for a family emergency. I was only gone about nine days, but upon returning to our home, I had the shock of my life. As soon as I opened the door, the place was nearly empty – dishes, furniture, her clothes, etc. The only things left were my clothes and a few personal possessions. I was devastated. I attempted calling her, but there was either no answer or her mobile was powered off. I also called a couple of her friends and they also seemed surprised and had no idea what was going on either.
After two long, excruciating days, I finally had an answer. “C” & “T” had talked and “T” explained everything to her. She said the boss just gave her what she wanted without waiting to work for it herself – a brand new car, a new flat for her parents, and she would no longer need to work. In essence she became the boss’s property.
When more of her friends found out, they all tried persuading her to stop that nonsense and return to me, but she just wasn’t interested. The money and security was (and frankly, always is) more important than love. I mean, I certainly wasn’t destitute – we always had funds to do what we wanted, eat where we wanted, take trips, help her family, etc. But I certainly couldn’t compete with a multi-millionaire boss.
Not only did I lose her, but she also lost most of her longtime friends. Those that still met her after she left said she had changed dramatically and wasn’t at all the same person they had known and didn’t wish to have anything to do with her any longer.
This was really a huge punch in the gut and I was virtually beyond consoling. If not for her friends (especially “C”), I hate to think of what I might have done. I was overwhelmed with a grief I had never known. I honestly thought we would spend our life together and grow old with each other. In the weeks that had followed, I was hardly eating and the tears would just flow at random time’s day or night.
Thankfully, “C” was there for me and we had become quite good friends. We sometimes met for lunch or a quick drink at a coffee shop or even activities with her own family. Nothing ever happened between us as “T” had always given everything I could have hoped to find. She was strictly a friend (and almost like the sister I never had) and to this day, still a friend – I attended her wedding, and also became good friends with her husband and a couple of her other siblings as well.
Quite a few months after I had the shock of my life from “T”, I received a text from an unknown number from the Philippines. It turned out to be the receptionist from the dental clinic we had been going to in Manila, and what I mentioned a few paragraphs earlier as another potential “gonewildstories” post. She was reminding us that it was time for our six month cleanings and would we like to schedule our appointments. The remainder of this will follow in another installment in the sagas of Montix1.
That’s the rise and fall of the adventures with the Canada gal. What started out so very incredible, eventually ended in what is still the worst experience I have ever known.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/rt27ud/mf_adventures_and_escapades_with_canada_gal_part_2