Author: w006y

My female friend recently shared details of her first oral experience, it happened while she was still young and sexually inexperienced. The deed took place during a bike ride with one of her work colleagues.

She had known him for a while and knew his girlfriend from a few work related social events. She also knew something else about him – he was very well endowed! This had been evident on the number of occasions she had seen him arriving into work in his biking gear. Having noticed a rather distinctive outline beneath his lycra shorts, she had been a little shocked but also excited.

As time went by, she begun riding herself, although she was not quite sure if this had anything to do with what she had imagined lurking beneath the taught fabric of her work colleagues cycling shorts. Although, on the day they had agreed to go on a ride together, she had acknowledged that perhaps spending more time in his presence had been a subconscious hope of hers.

It was around the halfway point of their cycling route that they decided to make a detour off the beaten path, over a rocky hill that caused them to haul their bikes off the ground, and down in-between some bushes that concluded at a plateau overlooking the ocean. Read more »

To cut a long story short, on a recent visit to my girlfriend’s family we had a scheduling snafu that put me in what was initially a rather awkward position. This involved my arrival at the communal cabin being shared between my girlfriend and I, and her dad and stepmom during a snow storm that had left a rather compromised female the sole occupant inside. That was until I appeared, which was much to her surprise!
Due to inclement weather and a late change of plan on the part of my girlfriend and her father, I arrived at the almost snowed-in cabin we were staying at a whole day and night before they would eventually arrive. I had been provided with the access code to enter the cabin, and despite my cold hands managed to open the door after a few failed attempts. Upon entering I left my bags and ascended the stairs into the main part of the cabin, here I was introduced to a sight I wasn’t prepared for.
In front of me was a semi-naked woman sitting in front of the fire. “H..hh..ell..o?”, I said softly.
“Eeeeeeeaaahhhhh”, she screamed and crossed her legs in an attempt to recover some modesty.
She was naked apart from what appeared to be a fishnet dress.
I told her who I was and although this calmed her down a little, the color in her face was quite rosy. She composed herself a little and explained what had happened. As she was recounting the tale of her slipping down the driveway in slushy snow I assured her it was all good and not to be embarrassed.
The gist was that due to the earlier snafu, she had arrived with nothing much more than the clothes on her back – due to the fact that the fall had led to her clothes becoming soaking wet, she had removed them and decided to warm up in front of the fire. The fishnet dress wasn’t as easy for her to explain, but although she continued to be embarrassed as she relayed the story she owned up to the fact that this very compact garment had been packed within a small bag of toiletries she brought with her. She’d decided it would give her a modicum of coverage which she said felt better than none at all. My mind was piqued by the fact that she owned such a garment and admittedly a little unsettled about how looking at her wearing it was making me feel.
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Here’s a picture of what I was treated to or challenged with (depending on how you assess the situation): Read more »