Last year I went on a trip to visit a friend (and her bf, Wes). They moved to a very warm state, so I of course packed all my smallest summer items to feel cute and slutty. I had recently learned that Wes said he’d want to fuck me if their relationship ever became an open relationship, and it just had. I didn’t have any thoughts of teasing or flirting with him while I was packing my clothes, but once I got there and saw him again it became a goal of mine. I wanted to look hot all the time and tease and flirt until something of interest happened. When we were in the pool I’d make any excuse to touch him, and he did the same. Grabbing my waist, ass, bikini bottoms, anything he could to get his hands on me. We’d play cards against humanity a lot of days before going to sleep, and that only increased the sexual tension between us.
Then it came to the last night. We had been out to some clubs, dancing and drinking all night. My friend even gave us the green light to kiss if we wanted to, but neither of us could bring ourselves to do anything in front of her. When we got back to the airbnb, I changed into a sports bra and my tight, butt scrunched workout shorts and sat out on the couch, waiting for Wes to come sit next to me and watch a movie like we’d planned to do. He ended up having to take care of my friend that night (she was wasted) and never made it to his spot next to me. When I got in bed that night I imagined what we would’ve done had he come out alone. Slowly inched closer to each other so that our legs would touch. Hands creeping towards each others bodies until fingertips made contact. Then, turning towards each other and finally breaking the tension with a kiss. Him grabbing my waist and placing me on top of him…
I left the next day, and when I got home I had so much pent up sexual energy that I had to release it right away. I sucked my bfs dick on the way home from the airport as he drove, and he fucked me so good when we finally got home. I needed to cum so badly, it felt amazing.
A couple days into being back, me and Wes started texting. It lead to him finding this account, and becoming hornier than ever for me. I was satisfied knowing how much he enjoyed my pictures, but the more we talked the more risky we got. We talked about the events of the trip, what we wished happened and what we would’ve done to each other. We sent pictures back and forth, getting more and more turned on over the course of a week or two. It was so intense and I told my bf everything and used him to channel all of my desires. Then, we abruptly stopped. No more texting, no more pictures, just the memory of those things lingering with all the sexual energy we’d built up over the course of a month.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/124xqqm/mf_i_love_being_a_tease