Author: stephstories

[MF] She Was (Part 2 – The Beginning, continued)

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*If you’re interested in the background:* [Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/lwzank/mf_she_was_part_1_the_beginning/)

Steph didn’t say a word. No “I want to blow you.” No “Do you like getting your dick sucked?” She just went right to work – clearly experienced in this department. I brushed her hair back so I could see better. What’s the point of having a front row seat if you can’t see? You do know that men are visual creatures.

Thing #2 to know about this girl, in addition to her love of cock, is her love of drink. We had already knocked a few back, and I had a couple before she even arrived. We ventured out of the bedroom for more shots and more beers. The Champagne was long gone. The music was still playing – I turned it up so we could hear it better in the bedroom. Some of the lights were still on in the house. Also, in the commotion of everything that was going on, I hadn’t closed the shades or the blinds. Who knows what sights the neighbors and passersby saw. It was there for the watching, that’s for sure. Read more »

[MF] She Was (Part 1 – The Beginning)

*First time posting… This story is entirely true, with the exception of her name.* *This post is long as it sets the stage for all that was to happen.* *It took place within the past 5 years and is just the first of many stories associated with this woman.*

Stephanie was the saleswoman who assisted me while shopping for a particular item. She seemed nice enough, around my age, and was certainly easy on the eyes – shoulder-length blonde hair, cute, great legs, well-spoken, no wedding ring. But, as this was likely to take just a few minutes, my mindset was to get in and out and continue on with my day. However, just about everything that could go wrong with a simple purchase did go wrong (item out of stock, computer glitches, nosey manager, etc.) and we wound up interacting for at least an hour.

During that hour, she started giving me compliments, asking probing questions, flirting… The conversation flowed freely with lots of laughter. I learned that she was single, we’re close in age, live fairly close to each other and have some common interests. Taking all of this in, the wheels in my head started turning. I’m a fairly reserved guy, so, knowing that I have to return in a week or so to finalize the purchase, I decide to bide my time and depart with the standard niceties: “Nice meeting you… Thanks for your help… See you next week…” Read more »