25 Days of SEXmas – 3 way with the TSA (FFF) (Oral) (public) (caught in public)

Sorry for the delay. like the characters in my story, I was stuck in an airport and on a plane and my 12 hour trip took 22 hours. I will get 12/14 out this evening.

I hate waiting. I hate waiting at the airport, most of all. Wait to check-in. Wait in line for security. Wait at your gate. Wait to board. Then, the wait on a layover. The layover wait is the worst. My girlfriend and I were flying home to visit her parents for the holidays when we got stuck at O’Hare International Airport in Chicago.

“Delayed again?” I complained as I watched our flight get pushed back for the third time. An unexpected cold front blew in from the Great Lakes, dumping tons of snow all over the windy city. Our flight into Chicago landed right as the snow began to fall, within 45 minutes, all flights incoming our outbound were delayed. There was talk of shutting down the airport completely, but it hadn’t happened yet.

“I knew we should have taken that flight through Atlanta; they’re not getting snowed in!” Stephanie, my girlfriend, complained. Stephanie usually isn’t a complainer, but the stress of flying and visiting her parents had her on edge. I knew what would help, but freaky sex is hard to pull off in an airport.

The farm pond. [Oral] [Anal] [MM]

For most of my childhood it was older figures who controlled and unwittingly guided my sexuality.
Most of the time I allowed myself to be a passive participant in all my sexual adventures.

A prime example of this is the summers I spent on my uncle’s farm. (From age 10 to 19)
This farm was in Wisc. and was a mixture of dairy and produce. Corn, wheat, soybeans and tomatoes.
In the back 40 was an abandoned
Christmas tree farm.

I would often sneak out of the house late at night and walk naked through the rows of pine trees.
The ground was soft and silent due to the pine needles.
I loved the feeling of being naked alone in the dark woods.
It was an incredible feeling of freedom.

On the other end of this tree farm was the local swimming hole, it was a pond about the same size as a regular swimming pool.
One night around 1am I had been walking naked to the pond through the trees.
As I got closer to the pond I began to hear voices coming from there.
Peeking through the bushes I saw three of the neighbors sons.
They ranged in age, the twins were 16 and the older brother was 18.

New Co-Worker (MF) (anal) (oral) (vaginal) (facial)

Not much is enjoyable about my job but one of the benefits of it is that anyone new to the job has to come see me when they start. This is nice because I am a mid-30s male and some of our new employees are early 20s women looking to start their careers. I’m married and while the sex with my wife is amazing, it’s always the same, at night and missionary. I’ve always wanted to experience more but I have remained faithful…until recently.

It was a normal Tuesday, nothing out of the ordinary, no way that I could have predicted how the day would have turned out. I was working on the computer when she walks into my office, I had never seen her before and assumed she was new. I ask her if she is here to in-process and she says yes. I hand her all the required paperwork to fill out and she takes a seat and begins filling it out. She wore business pants and a blouse that was low enough cut that you could just barely see her breasts pressed together showcasing impressive cleavage. She was maybe 5’5″ and probably around 140 lbs. What caught my attention most was her vibrant shoulder length red hair and crisp green eyes, being a comic book fan she kinda reminded me of Mera from Aquaman.

He said he was tired… I sat on his face [FM]

*This happened last weekend. Just couldn’t find the time to write sooner. Enjoy ;)*

I’ve been more than a little horny all weekend – I’m longing, thirsting, craving for a fuck – but unfortunately my cop husband has to work two twelve hour shifts and I’ve visited some friends so we’ve hardly seen each other. On Sunday evening we are slouched on the couch, he’s watching stuff on youtube and I can tell he is beat. Still, a girl can try… ‘hey baby’ I say. Absentminded ‘hmm?’. ‘Look at me…’. He finally looks up. I slowly pull my sweater over my head in a hopefully erotic way – but he bursts out laughing! WTF?! I yank the sweater off my head unpretentiously, obviously this isn’t going as planned… He is laughing so hard he’s almost crying. I look down at myself and then I see why: I’ve totally forgotten I wear an old T-shirt with E.T. printed on it (the alien from the Steven Spielberg movie), his big sad fish eyes stretched over my boobs, geeky alien smile on my belly… Citing my husband: ‘E.T. looks just like a wrinkled old dick’. I have to giggle too, since this is an awfully accurate description. So yeah, no sexy mood thanks to E.T., you cock-blocking extraterrestrial son of a bitch…

[MF] – Met a lovely redhead in #Nashville

Early this week, I saw a post from /u/nashflashfemale, who I will call Holly, and started a conversation while she flew at about 37 thousand feet from the west coast. Great conversation and we agree to meet on Wednesday to explore some Nashville beer. I am going to call her Holly, as I am into the holiday spirit.

Tuesday night, she calls and is upset about another date that ended in disaster. We talk. She talks to my wife. We agree to meet Wednesday. I will try to keep this brief rather than a play by play, as she has already spelled it out [in this post]( https://old.reddit.com/r/dirtyr4r/comments/e9r2zg/35_f4m_nashville_exceed_my_expectations_success/).

First impression IRL was her getting out of the Uber. Nicely dressed in a mid-length top and sweats. She has a nice hourglass figure and she does look quite young, like her pictures. Personally, I think she looks better than her pictures. We have a couple of flights and a great conversation with lots of laughing. I love she is not constrained in laughing out loud. Humor is a sign of a good relationship, me thinks. :D

[FM] All tied up in a stranger’s hotel room

There I was, a 24-year-old chick in the Upper Midwest, yearning for no-strings sexual attention after a breakup. And there he was, Joseph, a 35-year-old man, introducing himself in my inbox. He said he would be on a business trip in my city in a week and offered to chat and see where things go. I indulged in the conversation, keeping an open mind to what is typically an unlikely scenario. By the time he was on the plane to my city it was clear that this hookup might actually happen. Two days into his stay, we made plans for me to come to his hotel room downtown.

I’ve had experience [hooking up with a stranger in a hotel room](https://reddit.app.link/XLabkcnfo2) before, which made me less nervous, but as I’ve mentioned in most of my stories, the nerves are never nonexistent no matter how many times you’ve done this kind of thing. We texted beforehand about what we were hoping to do, our likes and dislikes, etc. The thorough communication mixed with smoking some pot beforehand made me nice and relaxed when I got to the hotel. (I did get super lost trying to find his room though. That’s the downside of getting blazed I guess.)

My college crush [f]

In my junior year of college I had a friend who liked to party. She would hookup with one of the guys in our group of friends pretty frequently and considering I had a thing for him it made me really jealous. I never told her I liked him or made any moves so she had no way of knowing. I would date guys here and there but I was always hoping he would show interest in me.

We went to a big party one night with all our friends and my crush was there too. We were drinking and having a good time and I guess I was being a little flirty with my crush. When I went to the bathroom with my friend she mentioned that him and I seemed to have something there and she asked if I was into him. I got so embarrassed but admitted that yes I liked him. She yelled at me and said I should have told her a long time ago and that him and I should totally get together. I just laugh it off and we go back to the party. I’m a little self conscious about talking to him now but I’m a little buzzed so I stop caring. At one point during the night he kissed me and I was in heaven. We made out a little and I knew right away I was going to sleep with him that night. I asked him if he wanted to come home with me and we left shortly after.

[F] 35 – My adventure in Smashville [cheating]

Since the mods of /r/dirtyr4r decided to remove this, I figured I would copy and paste here for those seeking it.

I have good news dear reader about the lovely city called Nashville – except perhaps for you readers of my [failure]( https://old.reddit.com/r/dirtyr4r/comments/e91msu/35_f4m_nashville_exceed_my_expectations_failure/) post – about 60 and counting – who wanted to offer your services to make things better. Apologies I don’t have the desire to meet you all, as many are very nice PMs, but I have found one that really works – I will try, as before, to respond to every one of you and thank you for the nice words (and f**k you to the few judgy pricks that sent nasty PMs :P ).

Yes, this is good news. I am breaking this post into two sections called THE BACKGROUND and THE GOOD BITS. I tend to write novels and I want to make sure those of you that want the sex can get to it quickly. Scroll down vvvv.

THE BACKGROUND

Happy Election Day! [oral] [votes for women]

It was finally here. The big day. Months of tireless campaigning, innumerable nights on the doorstep canvassing for votes; all of this had come to a climax today. Election Day.

Jenni was a 20-something mother-of-two. Her pale skin was freckled, which when paired with her natural flame-infused red hair gave away her Celtic roots. Her green eyes flickered with vivacity, and she knew how to use them. She was engaging. And if her eyes didn’t grab the attention of those around her, her perky breasts certainly did.

Above all though, Jenni cared deeply about politics. She was passionate about helping her community, and she knew that the constituency she lived in was super close. Every vote mattered.

It was approaching noon, and Jenni was already feeling excited. She felt like there was a change happening across the community. She knew that she was making a difference.

“Excuse me, sir, have you voted yet?”

Her white teeth were displayed between her deep red lips. Her smile was a weapon in her arsenal that she knew how to deploy. He looked at her, blinking.

“Errrm…n…not yet. I haven’t decided.”

A Secret Tryst, pt 2. [M/F][Oral][Rough Sex][Dom]

She was breathing heavily, but managed to slowly lick his middle finger clean. She sucked it lightly. He let out a low moan when she did the same to his index finger, but with more pressure. They held each others gaze for a long moment while she sucked and licked his finger. His moans get way to growls, deep in his chest.

“That’s enough of that.” She knew what was coming.

She let go of his finger and pulled him close to kiss her. So they could both taste her sweetness. She bit his lower lip again, hard. He growled dangerously and quickly brought his hand to her throat once more and squeezed. His grip lasted a lot longer than before, causing her vision to blur. She was lightheaded from lack of air. Mercifully he released her after a few moments.

“I told you, you are not in control here,” he said with an ominous tone.

“Yes, daddy.”