Not the craziest story, but I tend to find the most erotic aspect of these things is the sometimes banal authenticity of real events. To that end, here’s a brief description of an encounter I had about 8 months ago.
I traveled to a southern state for the wedding of two college friends. It was a long drive to the lake house where it was taking place. The night was warm and dark-green, with a comforting din of insects in the background. The wedding was the following day, but there was already a big party going on at the house when I arrived. The house was glowing from inside and out. Terraced balconies led down to a dock and boathouse tucked into the lakeside. I picked up a clear plastic cup of red wine and reacquainted myself with friends I hadn’t seen in years. I saw Elisa organizing people to play some kind of group game, and I joined in. She’d been a passing friend of friends several years ago, enough that we recognized each other by face if not really by name. I enjoyed her energy as she reigned in people to play, her long legs gliding underneath an airy, floral print dress. Strawberry blonde curls ran down her neck and lay on the thin straps of the dress. I saw her glance at her reflection in a window, adjusting the linen over her modest breasts, before she walked over and said hello to me. The small talk was good, she was smiling a lot. Talking led to drinking, led to smoking, led to making out next to the lake by three that morning.