[FM] I F24]Broke in my new shower with [M25]

It my last post several of you asked about Chris and I being in an online relationship. It did start out that way as Chris lives 2 hours from me but is also a divorced dad with two young girls and split custody. It was always a struggle for him and I to get alone time especially very early into our relationship, as he didn’t want to bring me back to his place (can’t meet kids too soon) and I was living with family when this was first starting. Once I moved into my own apartment is when Chris and I were able to get alone time maybe twice a week due to our schedules but were those two days full of cheeky fun when we were together.

That first time I had Chris in my apartment was likely my absolute favorite. I had invited Chris to see the place I had just moved into. It was a small one bedroom apartment over a garage. It was a decent apartment for being over a garage: full kitchen, decent sized bathroom and it even had a balcony off the living room area overlooking the back of the property (this is a rural area so it was horses and a wooded area surrounding this property.)

Unbelievable sexual tension between a builder [M] and his mil[F] client.

I (M) 30-year-old ex solider turned builder who workings and lives in the North of England. One of my very first jobs working for a small family building firm was to lay a stone paving outside. The job was for a wealthy family who was of Indian descent but born in the UK. The husband was very successful and worked for a large sporting team, he was the head of the financial department. This meant I never meet him as he was always working away or late. They had 3 children who at the time were all in university so like the dad never had the pleasure of meeting them. I did however get to know the wife very well.

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I [M] 20 at the time, fucked a hot alt girl I met at a concert that evening.

In 2016 a few friends and I went to see a band in Glasgow. The plan was just the usual, get to our hotel, have a few drinks, go to the concert then go out afterwards and get drunk.

We got to the venue, it wasn’t a big one like a stadium or arena, it was probably about the size of a club. Anyway although I liked the band I was more seeing them for the nostalgia so I decided to hang by the bar to watch and keep drinking. In between the support band finishing and the main band starting a girl walks up to the bar and I instantly thought “fucking hell she is gorgeous”. Everything about her was my type. She was curvy, had blue hair, had both a nose ring and a lip ring in the centre or mouth, she was tattooed and from what I could see had huge tits and and absolutely incredible ass.

Something I (23F) miss: going on Tinder dates and being a total bimbo doll. [MF]

Pre-COVID, I was living with some roommates doing the normal after-college thing. It was great. Like most people I was on Tinder a lot. Something I discovered I loved doing was going out with random guys and sorta like role-playing. I played a complete bimbo. I did this at least a dozen times with as many guys.

I would pick some guy who was cute (my age all the way up to late-30s) and message with him until he offered to buy me a drink somewhere. For our meeting, I would always wear something really low-cut (I have big boobs for my frame). Usually a skirt that showed off some thigh. I would sorta over-do my makeup, and accentuate my eyes. Then I’d just giggle a lot, ask him dumb questions, twirl my hair in one finger while giving him big, wide “blowjob eyes” and pretend to be super interested and impressed at how smart he was. Every single guy eats this up, btw ?. I’d bend over a lot and make sure he got a big eyefull of me and flirt really hard. (I sucked a guy’s finger in a bar once.)

Unbelievable sexual tension between a builder [M] and his client mil[F]

I (M) 30 year old ex solider turned builder who workings and lives in the North of England. One of my very first jobs working for a small family building firm was to lay a stone paving outside for a wealthy family who were of Indian decent but born in the UK.
The husband was very successful and worked for a large sporting team, he was the head of the financial department. This meant I never meet him as he was always working away or late. They had 3 children who at the time were all in university so like the dad never had the pleasure of meeting them. I did however get to know the wife very well.
She didn’t work and was always about the house to bring me coffee and an occasional biscuit. She was gorgeous, curvy figure with gorgeous eyes and lips. Long dark hair and a personality which felt warm. I would say late 40’s to early 50’s and wore the maturity well.
One day in the summer sun she was painting in the greenhouse while I was working in sight of her. Due to the hot weather we were experiencing I was in shorts and working shirtless. Which I do often. She similar was working in a small amount of clothes, a slim black vest with red bra straps poking out the top and short shorts which revealed her amazing legs.
I would say I am in conventionally good shape, 6’1 muscular 220lbs. I kept feeling my clients burn into me and when I would look up she would look away nervous hoping I didnt catch her. At around lunch time she nipped into the house. Walking passed me asking “would you like a cold drink” which i ofcourse couldn’t deny. A few moments later I was made aware of her presents due to the noise of clinking ice. Standing up I towered over her, she must have been around 5’4. With one hand she handed me a cold glass of lemonade and in her other she held one of her own.
As I looked down I noticed she had removed her bra what she was wearing moments before. Her nipples stood perfectly in her skin hugging vest. I know she caught me looking and gave me a cheeky smile. The kind of smile that would look innocent if it were not for her eyes which had mischief written all over them. The look set my passion on fire which caused me to become hard. I am a well endowed gentleman which has its problems when you find yourself getting hard. Instantly an very visible perfect outline of my cock formed in my shorts.
Almost like my client could sense this she looked down swirling her glass and paused for a few seconds. There was silence, not the awkward kind of silence but a loud sexual tension kind of silence. We both finished our lemonade bathing in the feeling. I handed the glass back as I did she step closer, instinctively I stepped closer to. The heat between us was unbelievable. We were fixed in that spot for what seemed to be an age. Then she slowly placed her hand on my bare chest and began to run it southwards. She whispered “what I would give to be single” she grasped my member though my shorts before stepping away and walking off with a sping in her step.
The next day was my last day.
She has however phoned me this week for some more work….

[MF] My friend with benefits at the time [19F] had an encounter at a club

While I was at college I had a friend with benefits who I was kind of exclusive with, and it was more or less unspoken that we weren’t going to see anybody else.

Seems like this meant more to me than her, though. I was a little worried about her going to a club without me; not without cause, it would seem.

She went out dressed slutty, as you do when you’re 19. She came back with her hair and makeup messed up, and incredibly turned on. We didn’t get much sleep that night, as soon as she came back to our dorm the only words she had for me were “Bed. Naked. Now.”

She rode me like a motorbike, and as she was going, she leant down next to my ear to tell me what happened in between thrusts.

She was dancing with her friends, not looking for anything in particular. But she’s a pretty young thing, and sooner or later she started to get some not entirely unwanted attention. A cute guy ended up dancing pretty close to her, talking in her ear, touching her sides. She told me the way he touched her with his hands felt like nothing I’d ever done to her before, and made her wet right there on the dance floor.

[M]y (23) G[F] (23) did something I never saw coming

My girlfriend (I will call her H) and I were staying at her parents’ beach house during the first few days of the new year. It was our 4th anniversary the day before, but although we had planned on having sex, it didn’t work out that night. The next day, things continued as normal, spending the morning making breakfast and just enjoying the beach view. Eventually, we started bickering, honestly I don’t even know what about. We would figure out later that we were both pretty sexually frustrated and that might have been why we were fighting anyways.

H says something to me that kind of stopped the conversation, and since it was just us in a little beach condo, I decided I needed to step out. I drove down the beach a little bit, talking on the phone to my friend, when I got a call from her. I ignored it, but she called back a second time, so I told my friend I’ll call him back and pick up.

“Can you please come back now” H asks me.

“What if I still need a little time to cool off?” I replied.

I can’t stop thinking about a man I met on Tinder [FM]

I have just moved into a new city that’s about a 5 hours drive from my hometown. For context I am an Asian Australian 23 [F] and this town I’ve moved to into this week has a mostly Caucasian demographic. As I have always had preference for POC, I decided I’d enjoy one last tinder hook up in my hometown during my final week there. Last Wednesday I went on my first date with a 27 [M], let’s call him Isaac.

On reflection, we didn’t make too much small talk online and went straight to organising a date. We both agreed through text to meet at a new ramen restaurant nearby mine around 5.30. Isaac told me he would go there straight after work and may run a little late. I was keen to meet him. He looked well presented, and overall, a really dapper guy in his profile. He was also a fur parent to a gorgeous ragdoll cat – yes please! I always appreciate meeting a cute pet on top of sex! We worked in the same field and I knew we would have lots to talk about in person. He got there first. A text came through on my phone around 5.30 while I was pottering around at home killing time.

How I became a stranger’s slut [MM]

So, I’m 23-years-old, white, average height, not skinny but by no means fat, and around 6 inches with an upward curve. I’ve been living with my dad for a bit. We both work from home in the suburbs. I came out as bisexual around March 2020, and I had only done stuff once with a guy (see my previous story to hear about that). This past New Years, I decided to give into my darkest impulses and create a Grindr account. My very first day, I hooked up with two guys. The first was an 18-year-old twunk who just wanted me to come over while his parents were out and suck him off, which I gladly did. It was the first time I had ever sucked a guy’s cock to completion. And I swallowed.

That must have awakened something in me, because I wanted more. Luckily, someone else hit me up. It was a guy only a year older than me. Short dark hair and a short, well-kept beard. His profile pictures looked really nice, almost professionally done. Seemed like a cute otter. After some chit-chat, I found out that he lived in the same town as my mom a few minutes away. Coincidentally, I was supposed to be going over to my mom’s for dinner that night. I thought I might take advantage of that coincidence.