[MMF] Halloween party and I got the best treat.

If you want more background or context, check my previous 2 stories.

Also for clarification, I’m an idiot, she is 29, the last couple of years jumbled together.

Me: 37 male, 6’4″ 260 on a good day, little heavier most days lol

“Jack”: 32, about 5’8″, in shape.

We’ll call her April cause why not? 29, 5’2″ish, about 115 pounds, 32B/32A chest, in really good shape from working out 5+ days a week, running, etc. Tiny, especially when compared to me.

So we live in Utah, so even though Halloween is on Sunday, in Utah, it was on Saturday. So all the trick or treating was done Saturday, Sunday Jack and April were having a small party with a couple of adult. There were 3 other couples, and me the odd one out. Party kicks off about 7, I get there a little late, one of the couples is there already, I’ve met them in passing but whatever. We’re hanging out, bullshitting, eating some snacks, drinking some drinks. About 8 the other 2 couples show up, they rode together. So more bull shitting.

[MF] Lunch date fun

You can get a bit of backstory in my previous story if you’re interested.

So my friend and I had agreed to meet at my studio for lunch. I was in my in office editing, when she showed up. She must have thought we would be staying in, but I had planned on going out. The first thing I noticed was she was in heels, I could head them clicking on the floor as she got to my office door. I looked up and saw her heels, and my eyes wandered up her nylon clad legs, to the large houndstooth peacoat she was wearing. She is 5’2″, I’m 6’4″ so I tower over her a bit. I got up from my desk, walked over to her and she closed the door, which I thought was odd since we were going to grab lunch. She then opened her coat to show she wasn’t wearing anything under her coat except the stockings.

[MMF] Went out for ramen, came home with a drifter hipster couple…

Friday night I went out to grab some take out ramen, as I was standing outside waiting for my order to be ready, I saw this incredibly attractive girl walking towards the restaurant with her boyfriend.

She was wearing leggings that were so tight on her slender body that they were nearly sheer, her top was a white tank top that was mostly see through, which was what immediately caught my attention. For her small size, she was under 5 feet, her chest was painfully obvious. I was thankful I was still wearing sunglasses because I couldn’t help but stare. She had dreads, which normally isn’t my thing, but they fit her. Her boyfriend was your typical hipster/stoner. He was average height, and pretty slender.

While waiting for food, they came over and started talking to me since we were the only ones standing out there. They were both 25, and “just bumming around” they started near Portland (shocker) and are just driving around the country during the lock down. I asked if they wanted to eat their ramen at my place and have a comfy place to sleep rather than their old Volvo wagon. We got our food and they followed me to my place. We had ate dinner and chatted about their travel. They drove up to Seattle and then back down to San Diego and are now headed up to Montana by way of I-15. Dinner finished, she (Ashley) took a shower, while he (Greg) and I drank a couple of beers.

[MM] First time for everything… (The time I let things get carried away after work)

Some background, I’m mid 30’s, run a small photo studio. I would generally consider myself heterosexual but not completely rigid (heh)

This happened yesterday after work, we just wrapped a long week of shooting a pain in the ass campaign and to celebrate, as per usual with a big (well paid) campaign we celebrate as a staff. Brought in some catering and drinks for the staff and client, just a small gathering of 8 of us who work there and 2 clients. The clients left early at about 6. And slowly the staff started trickling out.

By 9 it was just myself, one of the male stylists we’ll call Isaiah for the story and a make up artist “Angela” are finishing up cleaning up the mess and having a couple more drinks. 930 or so and Angela leaves so it’s just Isaiah and I.

He’s late 20’s, Hispanic, attractive but also, not really my type since I’m not gay. But after a long night of hanging out with my usually pretty flirtatious team, and a system full of liquor I’m feeling pretty worked up.

It started out with an innocent question from him “so what are you doing after this?”