I ran into an ex-girlfriend many years ago and we got busy on a city park picnic table right at sundown on a Sunday. She had on a sundress and I just unzipped and let her have it. I caught up with her again on FB a while back and she sent me a message about our romp. She was married then, I wasn't. She swears it's the biggest O of her life. (Steps away from computer, beats chest like gorilla)
Other encounters:
*Raped by my boss's wife in his office at 19, she had to have been 40+ and was smoking hot. I was scared to death he would walk in any moment. He pulled into the parking lot as I was leaving.
*Nailed a slutty neighbor bent over the hood of her car in the pouring rain behind a Home Depot in Arlington after dark while the place was still open. We went to look at flooring and she mentioned carpet burns, shook her ass and smiled at me. I had been fighting her advances off for months but finally caved.
*Got the best BBBJCIM ever once on a 16 hour flight from Johannesburg to Atlanta. I know at least two stewardesses saw us but didn't stop us. She was half my age and had been modeling over there for 60 days without sex. Right place at the right time, lots of blankets.
*Felt up the wife of a new couple we just started hanging out with the other night on the dance floor. Her husband and my wife were less than 20' away at a table full of other couples. She kept grinding away on my Johnson while dancing and I reached down and grabbed a handful of ass. She just backed up more, raised her hands up high above her head, leaned back put her mouth to my ear and begged my to touch her, so I did, throughout the whole next song. She was sopping wet, I was rock hard. It was hot, not sex, but fucking hot.
What made all of these acts so exciting was they were spontaneous acts of sexual carnage. I'm not saying it wouldn't be hot to plan something like this with a provider but I think the very act of planning it might take away from how hot it COULD be.
I would love to be proven wrong.
