A memory of one of the happiest times of my youth came back to me the other day so I thought I’d share [MF]

This is something that happened over a decade ago but it came back to mind today so I thought I’d share it. I’m not really one for purple prose so this is going to be quite functional.

When I was 18 I worked with a girl who was also 18, we flirted like mad but she had a boyfriend so it never went further than that. Then she cheated on her boyfriend with another colleague and I had fairly mixed feelings about that. Then the boyfriend turned out to be an abusive arsehole (I’m sure always was) and I was a shoulder for her to cry on through her breakup and in the course of events we had one very drunken and pretty forgettable bang which left me with even more mixed feelings. Then she moved away.

Then over the next decade or so we got back in contact and used to AIM (remember AIM?) each other a fair amount most days. Some of it would just be friend stuff, we were definitely friends now, but some of it was definitely flirty and some of it was frankly her bragging about her sexcapades and me – tediously monogamous at this point – living vicariously through her.

Then my long term relationship ended and after a decent interval had passed I invited myself to her city. I honestly would have been very happy if this hadn’t been a hook up, it would have just been nice to see my old friend, but I definitely had in the back of my mind that I might get laid. And I definitely wanted that. Firstly she was incredibly hot and had only got hotter. And secondly I kinda wanted a do-over for that drunken teenage fumble and to get the job done properly.

And I think she had some of the same ideas because the AIM flirting got heavy in the runup.

Even so I landed in her town not knowing where I stood and that not knowing persisted throughout the day (and yeah there were some pretty blatant clues, but I wasn’t certain) and that only heightened the tension and the anticipation.

So she takes me out to show me the town and we have fun seeing some statues and an art gallery and things. Then she tells me she has to buy her friend a wedding present and takes me to a sex shop. She thinks they’ll get a kick out of it if she gets them a sex toy so there we are at 11am appraising dildos. Then I have the idea of suggesting she gets them a fantasy outfit and talk her in to trying a few on: French maid, slutty nurse, dominatrix etc… At this point the atmosphere is getting very flirty indeed but nothing overt is said.

We go to a bar and have a pretty liquid lunch. Then afterwards she suggests one of those dungeon exhibits. Not really my thing but whatever. We walk around the dungeon and it is what it is, but then we get to this electric chair thing. She sits in it and says it’s kind of spooky. I say she’s not really getting the full effect and without even really thinking start doing up the straps on her wrists and ankles. The wrists don’t really register but as I’m doing her ankles it sort of dawns on me what I’m doing and that this is fairly erotically charged, and also that this is the first time we’ve actually touched since the night we banged a decade before.

Anyway she finds the whole thing hilarious and is laughing but it’s that sort of high pitched laughter which maybe has a bit of fear in it particularly when I go over to the switch and flick it over a few times.

Then she asks me to untie her and I don’t react at first, partly coz I’m just taking in how hot she looks strapped in to the chair and partly coz I just don’t immediately. Anyway she asks again in a tone of mock irritation and something comes over me and I just smirk in response.

Suddenly the atmosphere changes completely. The exhibit is almost empty and very quiet and I can hear her breathing which is getting faster and shallower. I stand over her and am grateful for my sturdy jeans doing a pretty good job of hiding what’s going on in my groin because otherwise my erection would have her eye out. She looks up at me with these big pleading eyes but she’s not saying anything and I can see her chest visibly heaving. So I draw close and she doesn’t pull away and we kiss.

I felt it wasn’t quite right to full on stick my tongue down her throat in the circumstances but it definitely wasn’t a chaste kiss either. But I do worry I’m riding my luck a bit so I pull away, untie her without really making eye contact, and things are a little awkward for a bit but then go back to reasonably normal.

We have a nice dinner and go back to hers and I see her boxing gloves. I box, she doesn’t but had recently started boxercising so I offer to give her a lesson. That was a lot of fun getting up close and personal and physical and sweaty but in a non sexual way and being able to completely outclass her, dance round her, and dominate her. Very hot.

Then I showered and she showered and she came out of the shower looking absolutely breath-taking (her hair was down, her hair is never down – I think local traffic bylaws prohibit it). But we just got to chatting and drinking and friends stuff and I started to worry that I’d really blown my chance.

But then she asked me how I was adjusting to being single and I saw my chance. I said I’d worried I’d forgotten how to seduce people in these past ten years and did she have any tips. She said not really because it’s different for a woman – you just need the right outfit. I demanded that she show me, and she agreed to give me a fashion show: her top ten seduction outfits in reverse order.

They were all sexy as hell. She was a fashionista and this was her chance to show off her favourite miniskirts, cute tops, and then cocktail dresses and formal eveningwear. 10-3 was a great show.

Then for two she comes out in this form hugging gold camisole which has my jaw on the floor, where it stays when she says “oops” and lets it fall off her shoulders and onto the floor revealing black lingerie. Conservative lingerie as lingerie goes but unmistakably lingerie.

When I finally regather my ability to speak I ask “so if that is two what the hell is one?”

Then she disappears for what was probably only a few seconds but felt like an hour and a half.

Then she walked in with her hair beautifully done up with pins and otherwise stark bollock naked.

I stand up in silence. Walk over to her in silence. We make eye contact and don’t say anything for a second and I take in the fact that she is trembling.

Then I start pulling the pins out of her hair one by one, and when the last pin hits the ground we finally jump each other.

From there it’s a bit of a blur. We fucked four or five times, she blew me at least once. My strongest memory, which lasted much of the night, is in between fucking sessions I’d be lying next to her, one of her arms trapped behind my head, holding the wrist of her other arm with one of my hands and with my other hand just jilling her and making her cum again and again until she begged me to stop.

Then the next few days were a blur of dozing, fucking, takeout, and a few honest conversations about the nature of our friendship. Also some bodyshots, some strip poker, a night out clubbing, and another boxing lesson where the first person to land three clean blows had the other one as their slave for their night – I put my hands behind my back and made her miss and miss and when she was exhausted and out on her feet landed three quick taps on her midriff in swift succession. She spent that night strapped to her bed enduring ice cubes and candle wax until she traded sodomy for early release.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ujnev8/a_memory_of_one_of_the_happiest_times_of_my_youth