First time writing one of these but after reading so many amazing stories, I thought it was time I shared one of the best nights/walk of shames of my life that has me daydreaming about it 5+ years later.
There is a guy I’ve known for years. How we met and first got together is a story for another time but him and I have always had that tragic combination of abysmal timing and electric chemistry. Over the years, we had an on-again/off-again FWB situation and we would wax and wane between being just close friends who occasionally went to dinner and a movie to ending up in bed together. It really was platonic friendship or keeping each other up all night. He is one of those people who makes me feel like I’ve known him my entire life while simultaneously making me incredibly nervous. My kryptonite.
One night a few years ago, I was at a pajama themed Secret Santa gift exchange with my closest girlfriends. I was wearing a sloth onesie (full claws and everything) my friend had given me for my birthday with no intention of going anywhere after except home. I got a text from my guy friend asking me to come over after the party and since it was already late and we hadn’t seen each other in a few weeks, I knew I wouldn’t be making it home that night. Him and I lived about 30 minutes away from each other and the party was about 1/3 of the way to his place so I resigned to showing up to his place in all my sloth glory. We flirted over text for the next few hours while I tried to pay attention to the party, but eventually I was too distracted by what I was hoping would happen later that I faked being tired so I could leave and be on my way to him. One of my friends knew about our history at the time and I didn’t want to deal with her saying anything about me leaving the party for him. I went to the bathroom and slipped off my panties and put them in my purse before heading out.
It was one of the few winter days in CA where it actually rains and as soon as I got outside of my friend’s apartment, I stepped in a massive puddle and drenched my shoes. I debated driving home first to grab a pair and change out of my onesie but I remembered I had a pair of stilettos in my trunk from a wedding I had recently been to. I got on the road and got to his house pretty late. At the time he lived in a complex where the guest parking was a trek from his actual unit so here I was walking in the dark in a full sloth outfit and black high heels, naked underneath trying not to trip on a sprinkler head. (Truly a sight to see). He had housemates that either hadn’t met me yet or only knew me as his friend so I tried to keep things quiet so they wouldn’t know I was over and texted him when I was at the front door. He answered the door and let out a laugh as I cracked a joke about getting there so slowly. He immediately grabbed me and pulled me inside, closed the door and pressed me up against it while whispering in my ear that he had waited too long for me. He kissed me and I could feel him grow against my thigh as his tongue found his way to mine.
He pulled away while giving me a smirk and asked me if I had missed him. I thought about the panties in my purse I had soaked through while thinking about him at the party, grabbed his hand to go upstairs and told him “why don’t you find out”.
We got to his room and started kissing again. I traced my fingers around the outline of his cock and felt him throbbing with every light move I made. I could feel his body tensing as he ran his hand through my hair so I slid off his pants as I kissed down his body, leaned him on to the bed and got on my knees. He has a pretty sizable cock so I liked to use my tongue to make sure I wasn’t neglecting any part of him. I took him into my mouth as I stroked with my hand, zig zagging my tongue along his shaft as I moved my head up and down the length of him. He grabbed my hair and started moaning. Every time he started getting loud or got close to cumming, I would slow down. Bringing him just to the edge but not over. I got an immense amount of pleasure from teasing him. I wanted to hear him beg for me.
At this point I was still fully clothed in my sloth onesie and was getting so turned on by his sounds that I could feel myself dripping down my leg. I sped up my pace until I heard him whisper “fuck, I’m close”. I pulled him out of my mouth, looked up at him and with a smile said “not yet”. The look he gave me in response was animalistic. He stood up, picked me up, flipped me onto the bed and ripped my onesie open. It was the kind with buttons instead of a zipper and I heard one button’s thread pop as he tried to open them as fast as he could. He pulled the top part down to my waist and started kissing my breasts while his fingers found their way inside of me. I was already soaking wet and let out a soft moan. He slipped his fingers out of me, put one to his lips to tell me to shush so we didn’t wake anyone, and then put the same finger in his mouth, licking my juice off of him. I was stunned as he slid his fingers back inside of me.
There was nothing in the world I wanted more at that moment than for him to completely own me. I had lost the upper hand as he slid my onesie the rest of the way off, held my wrists down and slipped himself inside of me. He started very slow and shallow, almost like payback for not letting him cum earlier. I begged for him to fuck me. I could hear my voice saying please and I grabbed his ass to pull him closer. He plunged deep into me while holding me down as I squirmed in pleasure; his rhythm matching my breathing. I felt my entire body shudder as I struggled to keep quiet. All of the anticipation and teasing I had done was backfiring on me and I was not going to last long. I buried my head into his chest as I felt my body squeeze around him. I shook and let out a small high squeak as I tried to orgasm as quietly as I could. Part of me felt like he didn’t actually care if his housemates heard us, he just liked the game of seeing how much I could take trying to be quiet before I screamed in pleasure.
Normally I would need a little bit before I was ready to go again but knowing I hadn’t let him cum earlier made me want to return the favor. I told him “I’m yours, fuck me any way you want” and his eyes lit up. He flipped me over, grabbed me by the hair and thrust into me from behind. The kind of deep where you can feel it in your center. He pulled me up to a half kneeling position and wrapped his hand around my waist while fucking me. There was a shift in the energy from playful and teasing to carnal and I could feel him completely let go and get lost in my body. I wanted every part of him. I begged him to fill me up, that I wanted to feel him drip out of me which only turned him on more. I felt him burst inside me as his body collapsed around mine. We laid in the bed for a bit, limbs intertwined as we caught our breath. I thought we would try to sleep but he looked over at me again, said “I’m not done with you” and pulled me closer. He was hard again.
He laid back and lifted me on top of him. His cum was still slowly dripping out of me as I lowered myself onto him and began to ride his cock. He looked at me in awe as I moved my hips back and forth. I wanted to see myself the way he did. He had those mirrored closet doors so as I made little figure 8s with my hips I watched my reflection in the dark room. Seeing myself, watching myself fuck him turned me on in a way I didn’t know was possible.(New kink unlocked). He caught me watching us in the mirror and seemed to like it just as much as I did. He grabbed my hips as I bounced up and down his cock. I could see the indentations he was making in my skin as I started to move faster, deeper, more deliberate. I tilted my hips back so I could get a deeper angle and felt him rub against my clit with every pulse. My eyes got wide and seeing my reaction, he sat up a bit and shifted his body so I felt it even more.
I lost myself. I’d compare it to what people must mean when they say they have an out of body experience. Every thought, every inhibition, every feeling of nervousness I had went out the window. My body started moving in a way I wasn’t used to. Like I it had a mind of its own. Hungry, desperate; like a caged animal trying to get free. I heard myself trying to form words to tell him how good it felt but was unable to as my body lost control of itself. One hand grasped for the bed frame while the other scratched my nails down his back and pulled him as deep inside of me as he would go. I whispered in his ear “Don’t fucking move. Don’t you dare fucking move” over and over again as I felt wave after wave come over me. I let out loud moans as my body went soft. I collapsed into his arms as he kissed me and my body gave little after shocks of delight. “I’ve never seen you like that before”. I didn’t have the energy to even reply. I just nuzzled up in his arms and waited until my heart stopped pounding. We heard his housemate come out of another room and close the door and both laughed knowing I had probably woken everyone up. We both fell asleep.
I woke up the next morning and put my onesie back on and realized one of the buttons had almost fallen off the night before so I had to hold it closed with my hands. I put my heels on and we made our way downstairs so he could walk me out. I was hoping it was still early enough that his housemates would still be asleep, but one of them was in the kitchen and waved to me as I walked past. I was mortified because here I was in my outfit, makeup smeared, hair looking like I came out of a tornado when I had been screaming for the whole world to hear a few hours earlier. He walked me outside to kiss me goodbye and told me he would never be able to top that night. As I made the long walk back to my car, an older neighbor was watering and gave me the strangest look that I couldn’t help but laugh.
It’s been years and we had a few more amazing encounters after that before moving on. But there was something about that night that I’ve never been able to get out of my head. Maybe it was the way I experienced pleasure like that for the first time, the control and lack thereof I experienced with him, or just how ridiculous the whole scenario was but I’ll find myself thinking about it in the middle of the night sometimes. We are still very good friends but I know he reads this subreddit since he’s the one who introduced me to it so: If you read this, maybe one day I’ll tell you about all the things reliving that night makes me want to do with you.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/spsphv/a_sloth_onesie_some_high_heels_and_multiple