I forgot my shoes [FM]

So this is a story from a long time ago (college years) but I always enjoy telling it and I hope you all get a laugh. I have changed the names for my friends for privacy sake.

I was newly single and very horny. I spent my whole summer engaging in so many fun and different sexual exploits. I was in my prime and feeling confident. I never had a problem luring men (and women) in to satisfy my sexual hunger. My friend’s bonfire was no exception.

Quinn and her boyfriend Bert had invited me to a bonfire at Bert’s friend’s house. We were all drinking and having fun when a cute, cut blonde guy caught my attention. Immediately I was fixated, I knew I wanted him to fuck me. I was so wet, all I could think about was him throwing me on the bed and pounding me, covering me in cum.

I confided my interest to Quinn.

“I mean, go for it if you want,” she said, “but I don’t think he’ll do it. He just got out of a breakup so I don’t know if he’d be interested.”

Challenge excepted.

I spent all night teasing him. Whispering dirty things in his ear, caressing his thigh, giving him the fuck me eyes.

You should have seen the surprise on Quinn’s face when she saw everyone saying their goodbyes as myself and their handsome friend slipped into the house. She texted me and said to have fun and she would come pick me up in the morning.

I have to admit, the sex was not quite what I imagined it would be. What I thought would be a hot, passion filled night of fucking was less than what I imagined. However we had a lot of fun, and I did really enjoy taking his cock and knowing that everyone who was at the party knew what was going down that night.

The next morning, I gave him a nice sloppy blowjob as a thanks, and proceeded to get ready to leave. Quinn texted me that she had arrived, so we made our way upstairs.

When we opened the garage door, I was MORTIFIED. Both his best friend and his dad were just hanging out in the garage. I was an absolute mess from the night before. Hair disheveled, makeup smeared, reeking for sex, the whole nine yards. I gave a shy hello and walked through the garage, in all my shame, to my friend’s car.

Then, I heard his friend from the garage.

“Hey! You forgot your shoes!” he said, dangling the straps of the heels off his fingers.

Did he walk them over to the car? Oh no. He made me to walk back into the garage like a little slut and ask for them back.

I’m convinced to this day that they just wanted one last look at my ass. What do you think?

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/m3jdbm/i_forgot_my_shoes_fm