The Scandi Dancer [MFF]

In the late aughts there was a website that trafficked in intelligent smut called Nerve. Their dating service, matching the site, was edgier than most. Singles, couples, bi, straight and otherwise all mixed.

That’s where my girlfriend and I met S. She was a dancer (of the artistic variety). My girl described her as an “impossible pinup.” Lithe, curvy, she had porcelain skin, dark hair, and ice blue eyes. She was brilliant and very shy. In my experience, it’s always the quiet ones you have to watch out for.

One night, a summer rain storm trapped the three of us at a restaurant in Brooklyn. We decided to make a break for it. Running and laughing hysterically, we were soaked to bone when we came spilling into our apartment. As we started to shed our wet clothes, everything got quiet. There was a long moment of tension and eye contact, broken by the first kiss then we pushed our way to the bedroom, stripping down making out the whole way.

Here, in no particular order, are my memories from that night….

The buttonholes on her shirt were too small for her buttons. She said it was protection from rogues like us.

She laid between the two of us spooning one will she kissed the other. Alternating back and forth. Our hands exploring, kissing lips and skin.

I remember removing the last of my girls clothes and the feeling of laying her completely naked in front of S.

Me down on S, her face is red. I’m pushing her over the brink. She’s quietly cumming, pressure on her g-spot to make her cum again and one more time again.

I’m on my knees, my girl kissing me. S down on me, taking me deeper and deeper, her tongue showing me she’s taken it all.

My girl is on her back. I’m kissing her deeply. S is down on her. The light through window showing the beautiful curve in the small of her back. She looks feline, dangerous. I remember the crescendo to my girl cumming, both of them moaning.

The rest is a blur, memories from that night and others with S. There were other adventures too from that time, women, men, and couples but it has been a long time. 12 years later, my girlfriend is my wife. We couldn’t be happier. Nerve is long gone but the memories remain. Maybe some day we will explore again.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/uj1llw/the_scandi_dancer_mff