Bad House-Sitter! Bad Boy! Down! [MF]

I had one subject to complete my degree. It was a do-over because too much partying the first time around.

At the time I was working and studying a very manageable workload (one subject that I had done before). Unfortunately for me the subject was a year long ordeal.

Anyway, one of my bosses was going on holiday just at the time that I took leave to study for my final end of year exam. She lived close to town in a little inner-city village, lots of restaurants, pubs and coffee shops.

She approved my leave and told me she and her family were taking leave at the same time. I’d been at her place before and we had a good relationship. She asked me to house-sit and look after the family dogs. Awesome! I’d get out of my housemates’ way and be able to enjoy a little inner city cafe culture into the bargain.

The time arrived and I got the tour and instructions on how to take care of the dogs, tend to the composting and so on. My boss had pre-prepped and frozen some meals for me and her husband showed me their porn stash and given me *carte blanche* to enjoy it.

The Chronicles of Dannii Part: The Sixth – Halloween Party after Party – Part II – Rose [MF]

An account of the first portion of the evening and events of the Halloween Party after Party in the house of Dannii and Debbie appears [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/sje9jp/the_chronicles_of_dannii_part_the_fifth_halloween/).

It was maybe 15 minutes after I settled into my remade cushion bed in the lounge room when I heard the lounge door creak. I opened an eye to see who or what had caused the noise and there was Rose wrapped in her diaphanous black wrap making her way slowly towards my nest on the floor.

I propped myself up on an elbow so that she knew I was awake and in order to see her in the darkness.

The first thing I noticed was that she was wearing her little black ribbon choker and appeared otherwise to be naked under her wrap. She looked ravishing (a word I don’t particularly like but thoroughly applicable in Rose’s case on that occasion) standing in the dim darkness wrapped in a gossamer thin black wrap which clung to and accentuated her curves.

I threw open the sheet covering me and held a hand out to her. She took my hand and as she did the wrap fell to the floor revealing her young beautiful body in blue-grey tones.

Like wow, wipeout [MF]

University O Week. [Hoodoo Gurus](https://open.spotify.com/track/7BzPr3MtXDu5cuPIqFylKf?si=5635ae496ed64541) play the refectory. 

It’s late summer, humid as fuck, 300 bodies are crammed into a concrete and glass box with10’ ceilings.

She’s 5’3”, short dark hair dyed red, white shirt, frayed denim miniskirt, Converse high-tops, red lipstick, braless A Cups, nipples on high beam. She’s smoking hot and knows it.

Second hour the humidity inside is 98%.  Clothes cling to saturated bodies. Precipitation drips from the ceiling.  The crowd is going off.

In front of stage she’s been jumping into me, bouncing off me as the crowd surges, her shirt, transparent, clings to her body, make up a mess. She’s as hot as when the night began.

The finale in full swing, we grab eachother. Everyone grabs eachother to belt out well known lyrics…

*I love the way you talk…*

The crowd screams “*Ah-ah-ah*”

*You walk…*

“*Ah-ah-ah!*”

*You smile…*

“*Ah-ah-ah!*”

*Your style…*

“*Ah-ah-ah!*”

*Like, now…*

“*Ah-ah-ah!*”

*Like, wow…*

“*Ah-ah-ah!*”

*Wipe-out…*

“*Ah-ah-ah!*”

*No doubt…*

“*Ah-ah-ah!*”

*That I was gone the moment I laid eyes on you…*

I hoist her onto my shoulder above the heaving crowd.

If you catch her she might let you fuck her – [MF]

Inspiration to write this story came to me because the other main participant recently had a birthday and a social media platform, whose share price just suffered a major adjustment, through which we remain connected reminded me that it was, in fact, her birthday. Happy Birthday Annie and if you read this, thanks for the memories and the good time. Also I always thought I was the older of the two of us. Live and learn.

With that out of the way, we may begin.

Professional soirees can be tedious especially when the couple of hours of free booze runs its course and the hour gets late. Not much has changed in the 26 or 27 years since the soiree in question and now I guess.

One of the senior professionals with whom I worked, Brian, suggested I come along to this particular gathering for some networking and so on. He was a much older guy who loved this own jokes and enjoyed talking about himself, a lot. Reminds me of a lot of people in my line of work both then and now.

The Chronicles of Dannii Part: The Fifth – Halloween Party after Party – Part I – Debbie [MF]

Halloween 1992 fell on a Saturday. This, among observers of the traditions of this holiday, represents a perfect alignment of the stars allowing them to give free reign to their celebrations and observance of this most auspicious of days.

For uni students it meant a party on the actual day! Moreover, it meant that recovery from the effects of said party were also on a weekend. A perfect alignment of the stars.

Dannii, Deb and Jo had a Halloween party to which they had invited me and Deb’s sister Rose, at one of the halls of residence at their University. It was a costume party.

Throughout the week prior the girls were trying to figure out what they should go as and making suggestions as to what I should go as.

Deb had a bit of a fantasy /sci-fi bent to her suggestions but the others kind of poured cold water on her ideas of dressing as elves or fairies or Nazgûl or the myriad other fantasy based characters she suggested.

Fucking Awesome Cruise [MF] [MFF] [FMMM] [Orgy FFFFFFFMMMMM]

The 1990 Sydney to Hobart yacht race was memorable for a number of reasons. Rothmans took line honours only to be stripped for breaching advertising rules and I got to experience my first orgy aged only 19.

A mate of mine from university knew people connected with one of the boats in the race. He’d grown up around boats, was a few years older than me, and had gotten himself a gig crewing one of the yachts on its return to home port following the race. He got to choose his crew for the homeward voyage. 

We decided we wanted to be in Hobart for the end of the race to take part in the post race festivities and after the resupply repair and refuel set off for home port on or just after New Years Day. 

My mate, Mitch, had plenty of ocean sailing experience and the boat could be crewed by 5 fairly readily. The boat would accommodate 10 comfortably and had safety gear enough for 14 so with the crew of 5 decided (including me; I had no deep water sailing but plenty of time inshore) Mitch decided that it would be good to spend our time in Hobart looking for appropriate ancillary crew to accompany us back up the coast. 

Lunch with a friend [MF]

When, at 22, I got my first professional job out of University in a small city firm Alex was the senior PA tasked with showing me the ropes.

Alex was about 5’7″, blonde, 37, fit, with thick thighs and nice B cups but most of all Alex was fun. She had a hugely positive energy and seemed excited to talk to you whenever she did. She also had three of the most attractive qualities in any human:

* a kind heart;

* a filthy mind; and

* a wicked sense of humour.

We hit it off almost immediately.

Before long our conversations would be sprinkled with sexual innuendos and smutty *double entendres* and occasionally smutty *single entendres*. Following a conversation we’d had after she read something about people who got aroused by stationery Alex began to refer to office supplies in a sexualised way. She wasn’t but loved to ham it up. I still can’t look at a slide on paper binder without thinking of Alex calling them nipple clamps. That’s how she was, a lot fun and a little bit naughty (or a little fun and a lot naughty, take your pick). Every office needs at least one Alex.

Hotel Room Lockout Leads to Hot Night [M/F]

As promised this is the account of the tryst mentioned in a previous offering [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4q2gzb/post_wedding_house_sitting_gone_wild_mf/).

Wending my way back to my hotel room after grinding and fondling with Jacki the bridesmaid at my mate’s wedding I ran in to Kate the groom’s cousin. Kate had come down from the country to be at her cousin’s wedding with family (her mum and dad and sister) and they were all staying in the same hotel where the reception had been held and so were a lot of the guests.

Anyway Kate’s sister had dragged some guy back to their room and was monopolising its use much to Kate’s consternation not least because she now had to figure out where she was going to bunk for the night.

Kate and I had met before the ceremony and had chatted briefly then and more since the formalities of the reception had been dispensed with and now she had run into me. Kate was more pissed off than she was drunk and although she was by no means sober she was definitely with it. She was wearing a blue dress which clung to her slight athletic frame. She was a strawberry blonde maybe 100lb wringing wet and once she removed her high heels she struggled to tip 5’0″. She was pale with lots and lots of freckles and even doing her best in that dress she would have just filled an A cup. She looked a little like Australian actress [Megan Williams](https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/f/ff/Megan_Williams.jpg) just with tons more freckles.

Shopping by [f]one leads to one nighter to re[m]ember. [Long]

Long time lurker first time poster. All names are changed to protect the impotent. This happened a good many years ago now maybe 19 or so. The passage of time has not dimmed my fondness in its recollection though so I thought I would share with you good folk on r/gonewildstories.

Back then I was, among other things, a silent partner in a start-up computer hardware business and as part of the process of getting the thing running I was tasked with finding someone to supply the decal stickers with our logo for the CPU boxes and so on. Remember this is back in the day before LCD screens where everything ran on 486 processors and Pentium processors were just making their way into the market. Yes that long ago.

I would have been in my mid 20s at the time.