I've written in the past about the fact that before I met my wife, I didn't really have a lot of positive sexual experiences. This story is about the one exception to that — other than with my wife, the best sex that I've ever had.
I was a bit of a late bloomer when it came to sex, alcohol, and especially sex after having consumed a bit of alcohol. So I was in my mid-20s before I fully figured out that a couple of drinks dulled my senses enough that I could still really enjoy sex, but also last an extra-long time.
The night that I really figured this out was a New Year's Eve in the mid-2000's. My girlfriend at the time was in her mid-20's. She was about 5'6" and around 130 pounds. She had shoulder-length hair, B cup breasts, and kept herself trimmed but (unfortunately for my fantasies) never shaved or waxed.
We had both spent Christmas with our respective families before flying back to where we both lived for New Year's. So we hadn't seen each other for about a week, and the sexual energy between us was higher than normal. That night she wore a simple outfit — a blue dress with a plunging neckline that she knew was one of my favorites, a necklace (white gold heart) that I'd given her, and a pair of low heels.