I love women in athleisure even if one did almost get me arrested for indecent exposure that time we fucked in a Mall changing room [MF]

I won’t use the M acronym, but hot women and yoga pants are a blessing to the world. This is the story of how being a good uncle led to unexpected places.

It all started when my older sister wanted a break from her toddler – in theory for some relaxation time but more probably to catch up on laundry. I was happy to take the little one for a few hours to fulfill my duties as an uncle.

She suggested a local play centre to get us out of the house. It was the kind of place I’d have loved as a kid: padded walls, trampolines, plastic balls and a lot of noise. My nephew loved it and I was left well below, sipping a takeaway coffee cup and thinking wrongly that parenting mustn’t be that difficult.

Looking around the gathered parents I quickly realised that the joys of the play centre weren’t just for adolescents. I was one of only two men, and this play centre was apparently a gold mine of attractive but exhausted mums wearing athleisure, sipping keep cups and gossiping.

I discovered that my wife likes the thought of me with other women: at a rap show

It isn’t how I thought our night would end.

We’d been together a couple of years at that point and we still had a lot to learn about each other. We both liked similar music so whenever we got the chance we’d but tickets and line up early to get a spot in the front row.

This was one of those nights, a Saturday and the show opened at 7:30. We were there at 4. The headline was a big deal so by then there was already a line.

We liked the headline but the supporting acts weren’t bad either. One was a local rapper, a woman, with an intense style that we both liked and hadn’t seen live before. Despite not ending up first in line we still got a great spot, just to the right of centre stage. It was packed and intense, the press of bodies was there even before the first act, and I shielded her from the worst of the pressure by standing behind her.

The female mc was second up, by which point both of us were already having a blast. The gig was noisy, a bit uncomfortable but still fun.

Emma in the storeroom [MF]

This is the demanded follow up post to this, about my coworker Emma.

Emma under the registers [MF] from eroticliterature

It took me at least half an hour to respond normally to customers after Emma’s teasing left a wet trail of saliva across the front of my pants atop a bulge that refused to abate. I was hoping for an escalation the next time that our shifts crossed, but it seemed as though she had regrets, because she shifted position on the roster, removing our time together. I could’ve tried to move my own work hours but I guessed she had her reasons and I let it be.

I didn’t see her in person for at least a month. Then in the lead up to Christmas the store did a stocktake and it was all hands on deck. That meant that all 6 regular staff were booked in for a long couple of shifts over a Monday/Tuesday. Some of this was in the store, but a lot of it was in back, out of sight of customers. The back of the store was cramped and a bit stuffy, the space was made tight by dusty shelves of poorly selling books and the floor was stained here and there with the ghosts of paint spills. 

Emma under the registers [MF]

When I was younger I worked a few different retail jobs. I worked at a big brand store, then a clothing shop, then s bookstore and finally at an art supply shop. This last job was great, with decent pay, a good staff discount and very little pressure.

It opened early and closed late, and the customers were always interesting (and flirtatious). Most of the time I was on the shop by myself but there was usually a few hours where my shift would overlap with a co-worker. Most of them were decent enough but I had a soft spot for one, let’s call her Emma. Emma was an art student and a lot of fun to be around. She was quite short, with long brunette hair and big breasts that she was never afraid of showing off.

She’d often work in the shop without a bra, something which definitely attracted customers and I had no complaints about. She was still with her high school sweetheart and this was her first job, I was about 6 years older than her at the time, and she’d occasionally make comments about it: particularly about how she’d always found older men attractive.

Emma under the registers [MF]

When I was younger I worked a few different retail jobs. I worked at a big brand store, then a clothing shop, then s bookstore and finally at an art supply shop. This last job was great, with decent pay, a good staff discount and very little pressure.

It opened early and closed late, and the customers were always interesting (and flirtatious). Most of the time I was on the shop by myself but there was usually a few hours where my shift would overlap with a co-worker. Most of them were decent enough but I had a soft spot for one, let’s call her Emma. Emma was an art student and a lot of fun to be around. She was quite short, with long brunette hair and big breasts that she was never afraid of showing off.

She’d often work in the shop without a bra, something which definitely attracted customers and I had no complaints about. She was still with her high school sweetheart and this was her first job, I was about 6 years older than her at the time, and she’d occasionally make comments about it: particularly about how she’d always found older men attractive.

The Milky Way, a trampoline, a country girl, frost, and a blowjob. (MF)

I have cousins that live in the country. Haven’t seen them much lately but when I was younger I’d go and stay on their farm to get out of the city and help my uncle and aunt with the farm.

It was often hard work but usually a good time as well.  Both my cousins were girls, one 3 years older and the other the same age as me. One part of the fun of my country stays was sort of bungy jumping into their lives: I got to meet their friends, be a novelty in their small town, party a bit and then not return for a few years. It meant I had none of the inhibitions I had in the city.

One such day and night was particularly memorable. The cousin I shared my birth year with introduced me to a group of her friends (male and female) and we walked down to the river to swim and have a picnic. It was a blast, splashing in the water, making new summertime friends and generally living a cliche of carefree country life. The river was out of the way, and someone had brought along some booze to further decrease inhibitions.

Confession: I let my roommate think I slept through her blowjob (4)

After my roommate left me with a raging hard-on on the couch and strutted off to her room, to say I was tempted to chase after her would be an understatement, but I managed somehow to restrain myself.

But something had to give, and the confession could end at this point because I moved out and into a share house with my then gf (a bad idea but that’s a story for another day).

I had her on my socials, but we didn’t keep up. For the next couple of months I’d succumb and look her up, but never did anything about it. As I said, it could have ended there.

About a year after the couch incident, and 3 months or so after I broke up with my gf. I was getting coffee at a cafe downtown near where I was working then, when I realised that there, in line in front of me, was my former roommate. She both did and didn’t look like I remembered, as she was in corporate clothing of a kind I’d never seen her wear courtesy of a new job nearby.

Confession: I let my roomate think I slept through her blowjob (3)

For the sake of narrative it’d be perfect if all this ended up in a hot threesome with roomate and gf (you can write that in your head if you like, I know I have). However my gf was more exhibitionist than she was bisexual, and so it didn’t happen.

What did happen was that my roommate and her bf broke up. This freed her up to try and turn the tables on me. I’d been teasing her for months and she was after a bit of revenge.

She’d walk through the loungeroom from the shower, wrapped in a small towel that could cover her tits or her ass but not both, giving a hell of a show not just to me but also to my gf who’d stayed the night. The tantalising glimpses of her ass and pussy made me hard as a rock, which was pretty awkward when my gf (who before this had been fine getting loudly fucked within my roommates line of sight) noticed.

Confession: I let my roomate think I slept through her blowjob (2)

So after a few months of this charade (near the end it was fairly farcical and very one sided in my favour) I started going steady with a new gf so I had to put a halt to the sleep time head thing. This didn’t end things though, because it gave me a whole new opportunity to tease my housemate.

My new gf had a libido as high as her voice, and I took full advantage of this. I would wait until my housemate was home and then I’d fuck my new girl until she screamed. At first it was just in our room. I’d tease my gf until at full volume she’d beg me to fuck her, or demand me to let her suck me off. I knew that my roommate could hear and I had no doubt about how much it would tease her.

From there we started to get more brazen with it. I’d take my gf in the shower. Then next time I’d do it again with the door sightly ajar so the noise would carry and my roommate could catch a peek through the steam. When we’d watch tv in the living room with my roommate I’d occasionally slide my hand inside my gf’s PJs and catch my roommate biting her lip when she’d notice my gf’s stiffled moans.

Confession: I let my roommate think I slept through a blowjob

After I moved from home (18/19m at the time) I lived in a share house with 2 other students. One of them was a friend(18f), and we’d spend a lot of time together. I was single but she had a boyfriend, and he had no idea how close we were. We’d watch tv until late, sometimes on her laptop in her room, in her bed, and eventually we’d just end up sleeping in the same room.

I realised pretty quickly that she wanted me, and I had a great time teasing and tempting her. I’d wear nothing but a t-shirt and boxers on the couch or in bed, so she’d get constant glimpses of the outline of my cock or my morning wood.

She’d respond by wearing little silky shorts with no panties and lowcut or tight tops. She’d “accidentally” give me little glimpses of her shaved pussy and I’d deliberately watch risque movies with her so I could watch her pants soak through at the fleeting glimpses she’d get of my dick. That she wanted me was obvious and I wasn’t against fucking her but I got off on the teasing.