collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
The 4th installment of "I can't come up with a good enough name so help me" Seriously though if y'all have some suggestion holla. This story has a fair amount of mushy stuff, but there is hot sexy time!(I went and found Chloe to play after I finished writing) If I'm getting too off of the gonewild track please do tell me!
And here we go.
Hi, my name is Dave, I'm 20 years old and I'd like to tell a story of how my girlfriend had a (not so little) surprise I wasn't expecting.
Sorry that this is INSANELY long, but this is more for me than it is for anyone reading, anyways :)
This happened quite a few years ago when I was 25. I had been dating my now wife for a year or so at the time. We would get married 4 years later. I've never told anyone this story until now. This happened with a friend a year older than me named Lindsey, who I don't think (hope) has told anyone either.
Scroll down to SEXY TIMES if that’s your bag
Romi
So apologies up front, because this is another “finally banged my high school crush years later” tale. I suppose there’s a reason this sub is littered with so many stories that fit this bill…mainly because it is fucking AWESOME to bang your high school crush years later. High school wasn’t that bad for me but in retrospect it still blew. The amount of time and frustration I spent worrying about bullshit was inordinate, and I consider myself to have been a relatively well-adjusted and sexually successful high school kid. These after-the-fact conquests are always going to be highlights of the spank bank for anyone who has the luck to pull them off.
So I grew up in the country and went to a smallish high school, with a graduating class of about 120 kids. Most of us had known each other since pre-school, but there were always a few new kids every year. Usually this was as a result of faculty turnover at the small college in my hometown. These interlopers would come in over the summer months and when school started in the fall they’d have to go through all of the pains of being a new kid in an insular little shithole town.
-Holy wall of text batman. I added a **** if you want to skip forward to the sexy times. There is some backstory here and those are the type of stories I enjoy reading so I wrote mine that way. The jist of it my best friend since high school, whom I came out too, who had been in the straight girl box got very forward on her 21st birthday….
Edited cause I can't spell for shit
I've known I was a lesbian since I saw Lindsey Lohan in Mean Girs for the first time. I mindless uttered "wow she's hot." The group of friends I was with joined in with "Yeah she's so pretty, oh my gosh I love that top etc.." I realized I meant hot not in an envious way, but in a holy I want to play with her tits and make her cum kinda way. (Probs more pg13 though in real time because I was in 7th grade)
I travel a lot. I own my own appraisal company specializing in large manufacturing plants. Sometimes I'll be away from home for weeks at a time as I examine plants in preparation for an appraisal. Since I travel so much, I really don't have time for a relationship in my home city. It's sad, but I will often spend an evening at a strip club just to feel the fake personal connection. My business is my life and hopefully someday I'll be successful enough to slow down, but for now it's go, go,go.
On a particularly large job in Oklahoma City, I decided I needed some help. The plant was exceptionally dirty so I called a day-labor type temp agency and asked for someone who could do some minor cleaning around critical parts of the machinery that I needed to see clearly in order to assign a value in my report. They sent me Katrina. Kat, as she liked to be called, was not at all the type of person who normally does the day labor gig. She was short and maybe 110lb soaking wet. Her long brown hair was tied back in a no nonsense pony tail, her plain blue T-shirt fit loosely over her B-cup boobs. The jeans she wore had some small tears and hugged her round ass tightly. She wore simple plastic-framed glasses that really set off her eyes. I was very happy to be spending the day with her and hopefully the week. My professionalism kicked in and I explained what I needed her to do. She learned quickly.
For my muse who got me to tell a few more stories
Jill was an acquaintance from high school. She was a cheerleader, maybe the most popular girl in four or five area high schools, and a secret crush of mine. When we were in high school, her body matured faster than other girls, other cheerleaders in fact. I can remember when we were at some spring sports event and some guys came up to her and another cheerleader from Jill’s squad. They commented on how the other girl was cute, but that Jill had a woman’s body. She was Filipina, with black hair that was curly in a loose, sexy bob.
Jump forward about 10 years, and Jill’s curves haven’t changed. That amazing athletic hourglass figure with full C cup breasts and long legs that had her at about 5’5”. She was now a yoga instructor on the west coast. She sent me a message saying that she had seen that I was coming to the west coast on business and offered to pick me up and to let me crash at her place for a few nights.
I have had the biggest crush on this girl since high school. Her name is Melody. I grew up in bum-fuck nowhere, and went to dumb-shit redneck high school with this girl. Never got a chance to meet her… well, I did, but I couldn't get out more than a few mismanaged words to her. Regardless, I went away to college without ever giving myself a chance with Melody, but I never quite forgot about her.
She's the quiet-shy type, and shyness has always had a weird-sexy appeal to me despite my obnoxious, extroverted personality. Although she never had the voluptuous body of the women I shamelessly masturbate to, I was still enormously attracted to her in high school.
Of course, my feelings towards her were for more than just her reserved persona. It was her face and her eyes, specifically. Her eyes were those one in a million aqua-marine eyes that you just got lost in. If the myths of a prostitute that could make a man cum from just staring into his eyes in Game of Thrones are true, then she would be that prostitute.
So this is the hottest two experiences of my young 24 years of life and the funny part is that neither even end with actual sex so if you're here for spank material you'll be disappointed. A little background before I begin.I am probably what you would call an average looking male… 5'9" bout 140lbs.. no 6 pack abs or ripped muscles but also not pudgy.. just kind of average skinny I guess. As far as I know there's nothing too distingishing about my appearance. And my dick is on the higher side of average measuring in at just over 6.5". I have always been a very sexual person even when I was little. My first experiences were the basic playing doctor with a female friend and from then on I was hooked, maybe even to the point of sexual addiction if you believe in that sort of thing. And that brings with it a lot of various kinks or fantasies that to this point have only been touched on briefly as the sort of girls I usually get with are the ones who are into very vanilla sex although I do have a few good stories I could share if this gets some good response.
I wasn't feeling very zen at all.
I thought I'd join an old group of friends for a three-day yoga retreat in the woods. I thought it'd be fun. Their meditations are kooky, and they can't stop complaining about their stupid husbands. It's no wonder I'd all but stopped talking to them after they got married. I loved my friends in high school, but now… they were lame as all fuck.
By the second day, I was more than ready to go home, feeling tenser even in lotus position than I ever thought possible. I took long swigs from my water bottle, as though it'd make the time go by faster. It didn't.
After our late morning stretch, we spread out a picnic for an early lunch. I was tired of the vegetarian spreads and forced small talk and canned laughter. I dipped out of there as soon as Miranda brought out those cone-shaped corn chips – those bitches don't notice a thing when they're putting those stinky little corn chips on their fingertips, pretending to be pointy-nailed witches.