Halloween is always an interesting time to be single. In 2011, I was a year out from a serious relationship and had entered my “slut era.” But I’d settled into a good thing with a FWB, we’ll call her Mandi, who consistently wanted to hang out and fuck but had no interest in anything more. The fact she was a good friend of my ex was an awkward accident.
Mandi was a lifelong dancer with a great sense of humor, enormous blue eyes, toned legs, a great butt, c-cups, and no gag reflex. I was frankly in the worst shape of my life, but I’d been a swimmer and cross country runner and I hadn’t lost the build even if the tone was lacking. I have pretty eyes, straight teeth, and like every guy writing here, an above average dick. Mandi liked me because I made her feel safe, didn’t pressure her, and made sure she got off a couple times before I did.
We were not exclusive, but eventually we rarely fucking other people because we both enjoyed sex with each other more than random hook ups. That said, I did know about Mandi’s other hook ups (and she mine). We encouraged each other the way you do when you’re confident you’re better than the competition.
So I was bemused when she invited me to her Halloween party, along with her friends including a past hookup. We’ll call him Preston. Preston had a beautifully muscled body, a forgettable face, and the personality of a rutabaga.
I couldn’t compete with Preston’s body, but a good suit is better than a push up bra for men, so I decided to go as James Bond. The fact this meant my costume was free, since I already owned a suit, was just a bonus.
I arrived to find Mandi in a glittering blue dress with a tiara. This was before Frozen so she was NOT Elsa. She WAS RADIANT, as she always was at a party. She gave me a warm hug and welcomed me in. There were several people already inside, including Preston, whose costume consisted of a foam Captain Morgan hat over street clothes.
After a while I asked Mandi if she wanted a beer and went to get her the requested Coors (she was a princess by costume, not personality). As I was rummaging thru her fridge, I heard the door open.
“Hey there, Mr. Bond,” Mandi said.
I stood up to see her smirking at me.
“Your highness,” I said in a fake British accent, bowing.
“Well, while you’re down there…”
I looked up to see her hiking up her dress. She was not wearing underwear and had recently shaved, which she rarely did. I’ll never ask a woman to do that for me, but she knew I loved it.
I set down the beer and hit my knees. She ran her hands through my hair.
” I thought you’d like that,” she said.
I groaned my agreement, not wanting to talk with my mouth full.
“We don’t have much time,” she added breathily. “Someone is bound to need a drink.”
Thankfully, she was turned on enough by the risk it didn’t take 30 seconds for her to grab my head in a shuddering, muted orgasm. She braced herself on my shoulders for a moment and then backed up to let me stand.
“Fwew,” she said.
I smiled smugly and kissed her, pulling her in by the back of her neck. We enjoyed breath play (ie – choking) so I let my thumb wrap around her neck just enough to let her know I was thinking of it.
Then we went back to the party. There was beer pong and music and lots of people making out. Preston, bless his heart, was caught in the trap of being known as the hostesses sometimes fling, so no one else would have him. I’d made enough of an impression in the garage that he went home alone.
Once guests had filed out, Mandi and I made our way to the hot tub, discarding clothing as we went. For once, I had more than her in my suit, and she enjoyed peeling off the layers. We kissed on the back porch, the cold air making each other’s bodies feel that much warmer, then we were in the water.
We took our time, letting our hands roam as we recapped the night. Eventually we were talking as I rubbed her clit and she stroked me, our hands invisible beneath the jacuzzi jets. Then I coaxed her to sit on the edge of the hot tub while I ate her again. She was incredibly hot, watching me intently while wreathed in steam. After she came it was my turn. She took me all down repeatedly, before getting her hand involved. After my moaning became more pronounced, she pulled off and suggested we move to the bedroom.
We fucked for quite a while, until both of us could barely sit up, and woke up to do it all over again. Not bad for an out of shape spy.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ybs1ia/when_james_bond_m_beat_a_pirate_to_get_into_a