Risky Public Fuck After Work with a Friend [MF]

Another one with my favourite friend. Scroll to the line for the saucy bits :)

I was lucky enough to see Carol again one Friday night for drinks after work. It always seemed too long between catch-ups for me, regardless of seeing her earlier that week, I was excited to catch up again. She waited for me after work and we headed to a bar nearby. When we got inside the bar was quiet for a Friday, we settled into a booth in the corner, which as I sat down turned out to be a lot narrower than I had initially thought. Sitting opposite she slotted her legs in between mine, the contact excited me immediately, but I didn’t want to make a big deal of it, we were just catching up after all.

I wasn’t planning on staying too long, she only had one drink and I had a couple. Though on an empty stomach it went straight to my head, I absentmindedly felt under the table at her legs, we were always comfortable being physical with each other while talking or relaxing, and she seemed comfortable as well. After a while I slipped onto her side of the booth and we sat against each other while we talked, enjoying the touch.

I Fucked [M]y [F]riend in my kitchen while my housemates were out

So this story features an old fwb of mine, during the early days of seeing each other when everything was still fresh and we hadn’t slept together many times yet. This story takes place on an afternoon I was home alone during uni. I knew my housemates would be out for the afternoon and I was just quietly plodding along with work. Carol had texted me asking if I was free to chill this week, and I’d mentioned everyone would be out to see if that caught her attention. It did.

She showed up to my place in the usual trakkies and a crop, which honestly was a really great look for her and never failed to get me excited. Carol is quite short and very slim, with nice subtle hips that suit her petite frame. Her takkies showed the outline of her ass which I knew from previous experience would look perky as all hell once I slipped them off.

That time I met up for coffee with an old fwb [mf]

Honestly this was a while ago so my memory on this is a little hazy, so I’ll fill in the blanks as much as I can. Apologies if I’m not the best at writing! But I thought it was finally time to contribute after lurking for so long. 

Background: Carol and I were friends with benefits for a while. We were very compatible in bed, had similar sex drives and had lots of chemistry, we were really flirty with each other even before we started sleeping together. Carol is Indian-Fijiian, quite small and slim, but with a lovely perky ass I couldn’t ever keep my hands off. We saw each other for under a year or so, before we agreed to end the fwb thing and just stay friends. Though I thought about her often, we had some really hot times, and even after we ended it we were always quite flirty with each other. This story, that I remember quite clearly, happened after we’d called it off, and had met up “for coffee”.