[M]y [F]arewell party

Apologies for the delayed next chapter to my undergrad years with a certain group of friends. Thanks to those who sent supportive DMs and comments. I appreciate your patience. Links if you’re new to my deal.

[Chapter one: Customer Service](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/kn0xub/customer_service_rep_takes_very_good_care_of/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

[Chapter two: Customer Service Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/kojh2r/customer_service_rep_takes_very_good_care_of/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

[Chapter three: Friends share](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/kx47s8/friends_intro_me_to_sharing_and_more/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

[Chapter four: Friends share more](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/l2axeo/friends_intro_me_into_sharing_and_more_mfm_mf/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

It’s early summer and I’m tying things off as I prepare to make the move up to NorCal for my post graduate work. Lauren throws a little going away bash at one of my favorite bars in Manhattan Beach. The invitees are limited to Lauren’s friend group that I was adopted into. The outside/upper deck of the cantina is a bit small plus I figured she wanted to get together that night. No sense creating a competitive playing field with my other friends dropping by. I’d done enough graduation bar crawls so this worked well for me even if there wasn’t to be any hookups that night.

The night is underway. Drinks are served and we’re having fun. As a reminder, this crew is well into career and some family building in their late 20s while I’m a few years behind. The little brother vibe continues with the girls while their BFs/husbands talk shit or live vicariously through me. All good fun.

[F]riends intro [M]e to sharing and more

This is loosely related to a previous story of mine (Customer Service…) which is not a prerequisite read. If you’ve read Part 2, I continue to hang with Jess’ friends after she moves back East. This installment is really about Jess’ BFF (Lauren) and Lauren’s BF, Chris.

Lauren was the one who shared Jess’ pushing down feelings for me due to the move, etc. Chris and another BF of Jess’ friends and I would play pickup basketball games or occasionally surf. There’s lots of time to talk in between sets out on the water. Once, Chris hinted hearing about our sex life from Lauren (Jess held nothing back it seems).

We’d play hoops or whatever and end up back at their condo for food and drinks semi-regularly. One time, we carried on late and I noticed Lauren treating me ever so slightly different (laughs & little touches). I didn’t think much of it (her + wine), but it would carry on when we’d hang together.

Custo[M]er Service Rep takes very good care of [F]lustered member. Part 2

Folks, I know I deserve the fun chiding in comments and DM for the cliff hanger. I’m still chuckling at the all-caps “motherfucker” in comments. My writing was fueled by a bout of insomnia that finally ran dry at 4am that morning – totally unintentional. Here’s the first half if you missed it – https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/kn0xub/customer_service_rep_takes_very_good_care_of/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf

I don’t recall every detail so play-by-play will be light in some spots….mostly due to time passed but other reasons as well. I do have very strong recall of impressions and specific recollections. I do my best to convey my thoughts or motivations in addition to my/our actions. Plus, I like backstory if you can tell. I’ll stfu now. She’s Jess, btw.

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We arrive and dump her purchases on the kitchen counter (still the good CSR!). We small talk while she’s putting refrigerated items away. Her ass looks firm. It needs kneading and biting. Without much forethought, I smack it with medium firmness. Brazen, I know. I truly walked in there with very little to lose. I played it cool to get here, so no need to change my personality over a ONS (ODS?).

Custo[M]er Service Rep takes very good care of [F]lustered member

During my Freshman year at Uni, I got a job at a warehouse chain in the area. I’m a hard worker in general, communicate effectively and I’m pretty good under pressure. They made me a CSR which consisted of selling memberships, answering the phone and processing customer returns (always fun). It was a decent job that I kept through the end of my sophomore year of Uni.

There was this girl who worked in the office as a secret shopper. She was cute and took good care of herself. We started hanging out together at work (she was one of my work wives). I wasn’t pursuing her, btw. We both were in relationships at first but I exited mine before this particular day. I was single and pretty much on the hunt for strange/simple/fun.

It was a slow day. As shoppers entered, they need to show their cards to us for entrance. I’m up at the desk by myself momentarily as this woman charges in and heads to our desk. She’s hot. She’s also pissed? Maybe unhappy/determined are better descriptors of her demeanor. As I stated previously, I’m good with people. I calmly approached her asking if I can help in any way.

[M]y [F]ormative years with a divorced MILF.

I received nice feedback in DMs on my first post — asking to share more. I’ve been thinking about my youth and how atypical my formative years were with regard to relationships and sex.

For most of my youth, my Mom taught dance at our home. I thought nothing of these women in our den dancing in front of wall mirrors. Yet, to say I never noticed would’ve been a lie. However, I never had any true interest. The biggest deterrent was death by both guilt and possible bodily harm from my Mom. Secondly, I had attractive girlfriends and female friends in and out of my house. It just was not really on my radar.

One Saturday, some of Mom’s students had stayed after class to hang and swim/tan. I worked late weekend nights as a DJ or roadie (story for another time). I got up late but I was asked to clean the pool as a couple of students were going to swim.

Flirting with [M]y tour guide [F] led to sex in the French countryside & my hotel in Paris

This happened 4 years ago (40s & married). If cheating is an issue for you, best to move on. I travel internationally for work a fair amount. I had meetings in Paris and decided to stay the weekend to visit Normandy/D-Day historical sites. After researching a few tour companies, I booked a full-day tour then planned on taking the train back to Paris to attend a concert on Sat night.

We load up in the van. We’re all yanks, but I’m the fifth wheel as the other 4 were two couples traveling together. So, naturally I get shotgun up front. Our guide spoke English quite well as she was a college student (~23-24) working as a guide in the summer.

I speak decent French. The others did not. This came in handy later. During the tour, I harmlessly start to make her laugh a bit. She’s good fun and we all enjoyed the banter in the van. When we’d stop to get out and walk the site, she’d tell us about the significance etc then let us take pics or investigate the area a bit. Since I was on my own, she’d tag along with me. We’d chat and flirt. I took reasonable opportunity to touch her. I’d put my hand on her lower back when I wanted her to walk ahead of me (fab view climbing stairs behind her).