Prove She’s a Slut

Often times, while confessing some of the adventures I have had to friends, they will not believe me. They feel that either I embellish an otherwise normal experience or that I make it up all together to impress them. Usually I just shrug this off and forget about it. I have heard often enough that there is no way many of the stories I have said are true. There are times when I want my friends to know the truth and if they question me, I feel obliged to prove that I am not lying.

This is one such occasion.

One weekend while we were out on South Beach, a friend of mine met a girl at a bar. No big deal, except that he started to walk around with her all night and show all of us this girl he had just met as if she were a trophy. Given, at first glance she is decently cute with a bubbly ass. She also has a good body on a short frame, meaning some guys would refer to her as a “spinner”.

The problem with this is that I had actually been with this girl once before. I knew what she was like and it is not as if I wanted her to myself. Actually, I wanted her away from my friend because she was a clinger.

She tried to follow me home a couple of times. She called me nonstop. She even found my facebook and used a connection we shared to get my email and send me messages. I stopped calling her and receiving her messages, her emails go straight to the Spam inbox, and I no longer use facebook as a result of her. I guess I should thank her for that. She taught me that I should be more careful about whom I let into my life as I continue to do what I do. I should stop talking to her all together, but I am thankful I did not at the time because it served me well for my friend.

She and I met in South Beach. I should have known better immediately than to mess with this girl. She was the type that would go to clubs and find large groups of people who bought bottles and would act like one of the group to get drinks for free and meet people whom she thought had money. My buddy, Joe, comes from some money and his friend from undergrad came into town to visit. Naturally, he wanted to take in all the glory of South Beach that he could.

We got a bottle which meant we also got a table. There were 4 of us guys that night and we were having a great time. We would leave the area occasionally to chat with some of the girls around there and bring them back to the table with us, though we were quick not to offer them drinks from the bottle. We must have built up quite a group because all of the sudden, I noticed this girl, let's call her Jersey, around us.

She was not dancing like the other girls, in fact she was sitting on the couch around our table, just watching us. I figured her for one of the friends of the girl so leaned down to introduce myself. She was polite but then asked if I was a cool guy? Put off by the question, I asked her what she meant by that statement. She replied that she was wondering if I was a cool guy that would share some of the bottle and get her a drink. I told her no, that it was meant for us.

She asked about the other girls and I explained that they all had drinks when they came to talk to all of us but that I would tell them the same thing, it was meant for the guys. I also said that some of us guys had been purchasing drinks at the bar for girls individually and she asked if I would go buy her a drink. I responded that I would later, that I just got back and wanted to chill with my friends. She got up and walked away without a word.

Later in the evening, I went back to the bar with one of the girls that I was dancing and chatting with. I saw her come up to me on my other side and said hello again. She asked if I would buy her a drink at that time, but I replied that I did not know if it was a good idea because she might just take the drink and run off without chatting with me. She promised that she would not so instead of ordering two shots, I got three.

I should have known at that moment when she approached me that she was off a bit. She admitted she was only looking for something at the table with the bottle and she was quick to find me when I walked up to the bar with the other girl. While the three of us were chatting, Jersey did not say much and kept quiet, looking only at me most of the time. I knew that if I pursued her in any way that there would be some trouble I just did not realize what kind.

The other girl at the bar had to go with her other two friends and left me her number. We later hooked up two weeks or so after that but I have not tried calling her back after because she was just so bad. Honestly, who thinks that by sucking harder that getting head feels better? Want to give better head? Stay down longer, go deeper, do it faster, and complain less. Do not, I cannot stress this enough, try to suck it harder. And on to the next one.

So Jersey and I are still at the club, still chatting, when a friend of mine comes over. He says that Joe’s friend is beyond wasted and Joe is going to get him home. I ask him what his plans are and he tells me that he wants to go somewhere else, but not a club because it is late and we did not want to pay cover. I said I would go with him and looked at her, she said she did not have any plans either so she would come with us.

We left the club, the three of us, and went to a bar called Playwright because it is almost always still busy late. There we grabbed a table and chatted for a bit, though Jersey did not say much. When my friend said that he was tired and would catch a cab home, I wished him luck and he walked out the front door.

I was left with Jersey and asked her what she wanted to do now. She said go somewhere, but not go to bed. We left and started walking towards the beach. I had no plans on letting her come to my place because I could already tell something was off with her. I asked her where she lived and she said some apartment way up near North Miami Beach. I told her that we should just go to the water here and we walked onto the beach and laid down near the dunes.

She sat half up and leaned over me as she talked. Eventually, we began kissing and she was quick to put her hand down the front of my pants. We did this for a while until I pulled my cock out after undoing my pants and she went straight down and began working. We stayed there and I did not want to move anywhere until I was finished. She did not, for her part, stop or ask to go anywhere else. She finished and took everything down. I then composed myself and put my clothes back on.

We got up and walked to the street and I told her I was going to leave but that she should call me some time. She asked if she could come over and we could do some more but I knew she was being suspicious. I said no, that I was going home and had plans with Joe and his friend the next day. I convinced her to get into a cab and then I walked back to the garage and got in my car and drove home.

The next day, she texted me something like 10 or 12 times. I responded 3 times only to say that I was busy, I would not be available, and that I would chat with her later. She repeated the same thing the next day. I did not respond at all.

That week, she texted me every day and by the end of the week began sending dirty pictures of herself to me. I responded only occasionally, but by that weekend, I was ignoring her text messages all together. She began calling randomly, hoping I would answer but I just let her phone calls go unanswered and never returned her voice mails. Eventually she stopped sending them so frequently and I figured she was calmed down enough.

I ended up texting her two months later while I was trying to walk home from Coconut Grove drunk. I did not want to pay for a cab, so I called her, she came and picked me up and took me to her place. We hooked up and she was completely into anything I asked. The next morning, while she was sleeping, I texted my friend to come pick me up and I snuck out.

She texted me several times that day and throughout the next week. I did not respond to those and eventually she stopped texting me. This is where the beginning of the story picks back up.

My friend came up to me to show me this girl that he had met. He was so proud, but once I looked at her, I knew this was bad news for him. I did nothing that night and Jersey never texted me to try and make me jealous or anything so I was glad it was over.

The next day, while at my friend’s house just knocking back some beers, he told me that he got her number but had wanted to go home with her. I, like an idiot, said that he might want to be careful. I should have kept my mouth shut, but I couldn't. He wanted to know what I meant and began pressing me on what I meant. Eventually, he started being an ass and so I let him know about her.

I told him that I had hooked up but that she had texted non-stop. I told him how she sent me pictures and how we hooked up once the first night and then again a few months later without speaking much in the time between. He said he did not believe me because she had not acted that way with him. I replied that whatever he wanted was fine but he would not let it go.

In a very tipsy state, I told him that she was a complete whore. I then said I could prove it. He replied, “fine, prove she’s a slut!"

All right, you asked for it.

I asked him to input her number into my phone and that I would talk to her and everyone else was to remain quiet. The other guys around us were fascinated and sat there still. I then dialed the number and when she picked up I put her on speaker phone.

“What are you up to?”

“Oh, not much. Just sitting at home today.”
“Are you going out with your friends tonight?”
“I might, I don’t know what they are doing and I have not spoken to them yet. Did you want to hang out.”
“Maybe…” I said grinning. The look on my friend’s face was an Oh My God astonished looked. The others were covering their mouths so as to not laugh aloud. “So you are just home alone right now, bored?”
“Yeah…why?” She asked. I could see her smiling understanding where this conversation might go.
“I’m just chilling too, but I got to thinking about you and got a little horned up.”
“Did you?”
“Yeah.”
“Well how can I help you with that?”
“I dunno, why don’t you touch yourself a little?”
“Okay…”
“Yeah, I want to hear you climax.”
“You don’t want to meet me?”
“I can’t right now, but I do want to hear you.”
“So I could come over and then we could…”
“I’m out right now, can’t meet. Touch yourself. My hand is down my pants and I am hard.”
“Are you? That’s hot.”
“What about you?”
“Well now I am pulling my pants and undies down. I’m all shaved, too.”
“That’s good”
“Yeah, just going to rub myself a little…”

She began with a slight moan. I told her that was good and that she should keep going. More of that continued and more of the canned responses from me followed. The problem with all this was that my friend started getting very mad. He sat down and stared at the coffee table and floor, avoiding everyone’s gaze. I continued to prod, telling her to go faster and think of me doing things to her. At the point where she began to moan loudly and quickly, I could tell she was about to climax. I hung up the phone, dropped it on the couch, and said “See?”

My friend stormed out. Everyone else was laughing out loud and asking me questions. I picked up my phone and called my friend. To everyone’s great surprise he did not pick up. I said I was sorry that happened but I wanted him to know the truth about her. The next day he called and apologized about storming out and realized that I was just trying to help. He also made a comment to imply that I was just going after any girl and somehow selfish. I shrugged it off.

He was hurt and humiliated in front of his friends. He needed to blame something. He should have blamed her for her false front and blamed himself for being so easily duped. Whatever, not my problem.

I was not happy with what I had done. I was happy in the moment to be correct and show some of the guys my game that I sometimes had, but not happy with having to embarrass my friend. It was a shitty thing to do, but he asked me to prove it.

I did decide one thing that day. I deleted her number and have not spoken with her since.

The Sorority Sisters

This started out as one of my standard Friday nights start out. I went to Coconut Grove to enjoy an early fall semester night. All of the college-aged girls were out because it was so early in the semester. There were football games on the next day and I had plans to go over to my friend’s house to watch on his new huge, flat-panel TV. Allen (introduced in a Vegas story) was really into electronics and sometimes liked to show off his new toys. I obliged and said that watching football at his place with beer and meat, watching football would be a great way to spend a Saturday afternoon; right now, however, we had some girls to find and chat with. I was horny, it was Friday night, and school was in full swing.

We went to a few of the dependable spots in Coconut Grove. There were plenty of girls, plenty of alcohol, and it was not even that late. We chatted with a few girls from UM at Mr. Moe’s. I got the number of one girl and Allen got the number of the other. I had already planned on borrowing Allen’s phone and getting the number for the girl he had spoken to because she seemed easy enough. If I was not able to get anything that night or the next, I could text her and certainly convince her to meet me somewhere.

We then went over to another place that had pizza in the front and a bar and beer pong in the back. The place closed a few months later, but it was still having a big enough crowd to talk to someone unless of course we were feeling like some beer pong. I ran into a sorority girl that I knew from last spring semester. She and I had hooked up a few times and she invited me to one of their functions. We had a good time and I ended up back at her place four or five times that semester.

She had with her a new girl who was now in the sorority. She was a year younger than my friend but very cute. She was blonde, from one of the Northeast states. She was enjoying Miami so far and loving life in the sorority. I stayed there to talk to them while a few of my friends played some beer pong. When my friend excused herself to the bathroom, her younger sorority sister stayed behind to talk to me.

I asked her what she would be doing the rest of the night. She said staying in Coconut Grove as long as possible. I then said that I was planning on staying out really late as well but that my friends and I had to go see a bartender friend in a bit. I got her number and told her I would text her later. She was quick to make sure I put her name in correctly and could tell she would be a zealous one in bed. When my friend came back I told her that we were going to see our bartender friend at another spot but to give us a call or text if they went somewhere else.

The new bar that my friend worked at was simply a redressing of an existing place. It was not all that different in my opinion than what it had been before. I was happy to support my friend though. He saw the opening as a chance for him to improve his income because his former employer had some many bartenders that they could not feed all of them.

We spent about an hour and a half there, buying drinks and shots and tipping very well with our friend. He did not charge us for many of the drinks and we were thankful for his generosity. I texted the new girl and my friend that the bar was basically the same as before and asked them where they had gone. They replied that they were going to Mr. Moe’s but they did so separately which let me know they were not discussing the messages with each other.

I suggested to my friends that we go to one more place before calling it a night. They agreed and off we went to the last place in the Grove for the night. My plan was not to actually remain at this bar very long and get the guys thinking that I was leaving when I was really going for the new girl. I did not want to seem so obvious to my friends because I did not want to hear the cat calls or get asked the questions the next day. All I wanted was to play with her and see how good of a time I could have. Little did I realize this would be a wonderful night for me.

We stayed at the one bar for almost an hour, but the crowd had begun to thin out. It was past 2:00am and people were drunk and getting tired. My friends included. I took the opportunity to text the new girl and ask her what she was doing? She was still at another bar but my friend was about to leave and take her home. I asked her if she wanted to stay out later and that I could take her home. She loved the idea and told my friend that she would get a cab back to her dorm room.

After my friends signed out and wanted to leave, I did not tell them my plans so I just walked out without telling them where I was going. They must have assumed that I took a cab home because the next day, none of them asked me what I ended up doing. If only they knew what happened.

I walked up the street to the bar where the new girl was. She was there with another sorority friend who was talking to a guy. I walked right up to her, leaned down, and whisper in her ear to ask her if she was ready to go. She looked at me and shook her head once. I then said, “let’s go.” And began walking out of the bar. She followed behind me quickly and when she got out to the street, she had to trot to catch up to me.

I grabbed her hand and lead her to my car. There, I opened the door for her and leaned in for a nice kiss. I then walked over to the driver’s side and she leaned over to kiss me again. We made out some in the parking lot and I began rubbing between her legs. She smiled when I stopped and I started up my car and we were off.

On the way over there, I grabbed her hand and put it on my crotch. She began squeezing lightly and bringing me to full attention. The ride home, was going to be a little longer than I wanted since at the time I lived North of the University. Once I passed it, I decided to enjoy this ride a little more and I moved to put my hand under her shorts. She pushed herself forward to make it a little easier and I was able to, without turning my head, unbutton and unzip her shorts. She was wearing lacey undies.

I then began rubbing on top of these undies with force. I did not do it to fast but I did it plenty so that when we arrived, we could get right to business. When I pulled into my parking garage, I parked and then leaned over to kiss her some more, keeping my hand where it had been. The entire elevator ride up, she kept her hand on my at attention member and squeezed and rubbed. We kissed lightly but no one ever got on the elevator with us.

We walked into my apartment and I then moved to the couch, leading her along the way. She attempted to sit down, but not before I got her shorts and shirt off. She then sat down and we began kissing some more. I moved forward and she laid back as we continued. I then put my hand down to take off her undies. I then moved down to kiss on her kitty for a while and began licking her. I could see her lay her head back as I did this. She then pushed her breasts together and playing with their nipples to stimulate herself.

She came pretty quickly, and I was happy about that. I then stopped and sat up to undress myself. Nude, I laid back on her to kiss her again then sat back up and used my cock to tease her kitty before putting myself in.

I humped on top of her for a while. She came again, and when I pulled out to blast, it went as far up as on her breasts. She looked at me, exhausted but happy. I went to the bathroom to clean myself and she remained on my couch. I heard my phone receive a text but did not think about answering it until she went into the bathroom after I finished and came back into the room.

It was my friend. She was still awake, watching TV and very lonely. I told her I had already had a rough day and had enjoyed the night out but had gone back to bed. She said that she was not getting any like she used to and just wanted to know if I could come over. It was okay with her though, if we did not do much because she was riding the wave and would understand if I did not want to come over.

Are you kidding? This was like the best situation ever. You just want me to come over so you can give a good head? Really?

When the new girl came out of the bathroom, nude, she looked at me strange because I had my clothes half on and hers in a pile on the couch. I told her that I would drive her back to her place. She said that she thought she could spend the night. I told her that I needed to be up early to go help a friend and that we could hang out some other time because it was so much fun. In fact, it was only good enough to want to repeat maybe once more. She had not been into much and I was left with doing much of the work while she lay there. A dead fish really.

She got dressed begrudgingly and we went down the elevator to the garage and my car. I noticed some tension so I grabbed her waists and kissed her again. I told her that it was a great time and that I was glad she had fun. We then got into my car and I dropped her off at the front door of her dorm. She asked if I would call again I agreed that I would.

I then left hastily and drove right over to my friend’s home. She met me in a t-shirt and an old pair of boxers she used as pajamas. I said “hello” and she said “hi”. She then led me back to her bedroom and I took off my shirt when she closed the door. She then got down and began working on my belt and pants. In no time flat, she had all of me in her mouth and was doing the good work I remembered that she could do.

She had gotten a little chubbier, but her breasts were still great. I then reached down and began pulling her shirt up to expose them. She stopped to take off the boxers so that she could rub herself while she worked on my cock. Nothing gross, just rubbing herself on the outside. She was doing well but having just had some, it was taking longer than normal. She did not seem to mind and kept going at it. She stopped a few times to relax her jaw and put her tongue on my balls.

Eventually, she began working it fast and sloppy so I was climaxing. I wanted to remember this night so I leaned over and grabbed my phone. I told her to look up at me just as I snapped the photo. She had not even realized I had it. She laughed but continued. I took a couple more but had to stop when I climaxed.

I emptied all I had into her mouth and some dribbled out. I could not believe I had a second wad that large. She opened her mouth and smiled. I then took another picture and she then made it all disappear down her throat.

I still have the photos from that night. I hooked up with the new girl once more and my friend a couple of times before she got a boyfriend right after Winter Break. I love that sorority and their ideas of sisterhood.

From the Dog Park

There is a little known area to quickly meet people, specifically good, caring people that few others know about. With the jump in the number of women purchasing small, companion dogs in the past few years, the number of women, both young and old, at dog parks has risen dramatically. I have always had a dog or two growing up and even had one in college. It is a really easy way to meet a girl but just taking your dog out for a long walk.

A neighbor of mine has a small dog. One day I saw her in the mail room and said hello. She said hello and I asked how things were going, just to be social and cordial. She responded that “things could be better.” Naturally, I asked what was wrong and she was telling me that she was leaving soon for a trip and needed someone to help her with her dog. She had someone in mind, her boyfriend, but that he had backed out because he had to go out of town that weekend.

I volunteered to feed the dog once a day and to walk him two or three times a day, depending upon what I was doing that day. She was very appreciative and thanked me for my help. I went upstairs to meet her dog and she told me some things about him. The next week, she stopped by to give me a key to her apartment and the week after, she called the day before she left. I never hooked up with her, tried to hook up with her, or much thought about it. Her boyfriend was the jealous type and a borderline meat head who knew where I lived. I might be horny animal, but I am not stupid.

The next day I went to her apartment and began doing my agreed duties. The dog was nice, but timid and of course a small bree: dachshund. He walked well and warmed up to me quickly. After walking him later that day, I decided that I would take him that weekend to a dog park to let him play.

I could really not have had a better idea in six months time. Honestly, there were so many women there. There were college-aged with their young puppies, there were stay-at-home-moms with their puppies, there were married into money women with their expensive puppies, and of course, there were lonely women with their faithful companions. It was incredible what you could find at a dog park on a late Saturday morning.

The dog, Lucky, was a smash hit. He was not only a young dachshund, he was a miniature dachshund. I was also careful to point out that I did not own the dog but was taking care of it because the neighbor friend of mine’s boyfriend did not want to take care of it. I would then look at him and say he was just too good of a dog to not like so I had to take care of him.

It was just too easy this way to get girls to talk to you. Several left but gave me their numbers without being prompted before they left. They weren’t even playing hard to get. The one that stuck out the most was a woman, older than I am, but sexy nonetheless. She was shorter, but instead of having the dark hair that most Hispanic women have, her hair was much lighter, not blonde, but a light brown. She had the perfect latin curves, too, with a small little waist. She even had long hair with long curls in it that went past her shoulders and down her back.

She was stunning in every way. She looked like a model for Hawaiin Tropic.

I was very pleased when she said that I should take her number down and give her a call some time. Of course I would, probably the next night, just to see what was going on. I already had a good move in that I had just gotten a Netflix movie and if she liked the thought of a newer movie, I could get her to stay in with me and maybe we could start something really fun.

I did have one problem with her, though, that I could not ignore. I was thinking not of just a first “date” but what would a second and third “date” look like. I had not even spent one quiet night with her and already I was starting to think of what dating her would be like. I guess she had me hypnotized. Luckily for me, I caught myself and would not allow her to so quickly change my ways. There were still plenty of women in Miami who were wanting a full serving of me.

I left the dog park, took the dog home, then went over to my friend’s place and watched the games. We had some pizza and wings delivery and polished off the better part of a case of beer before we were done. We also decided to play a few games  of beer pong at his place, just to keep our game up. We used beer to start and jager bombs to make it interesting.

That night, in order to make sure I had a clear head and was not thinking of her, I called up one of my “friends” in my network and she and I had a really good time with some hand cuffs she brought over. There’s nothing quite like a woman asking you to cuff her hands to the bed and just be animalistic. After all, it was the end of Saturday after having watched college football and drank plenty, I was in the mood to end the day well and did not want to head out to South Beach.

The next day, I went to my friend’s apartment to take care of her dog. After I finished feeding him, then walking him twice, I went back to my apartment and decided to call the "model" that night. The next time I went to my friend’s apartment to walk her dog in the evening, I called the woman. She answered immediately.

“Hey, how are you?”

“I’m doing well,” I said smiling devilishly. “What are you doing?”
“Oh, not much, just watching football with my girlfriend. She’s a big Bears fan.”
“Is that so?”
“I’m a little surprised that you called. I mean I am happy you did, but did not think I would hear from you today.”
“Why’s that?”
“Just that I thought that you would play by the rules a little more and not call for 3 days or something.”
“Oh I don’t like rules too much. If I see something I like, I just go for it.”
“I like that. It’s a good quality to have.”
“Thank you. So where are you two watching?”
“We are at this sports bar. There is a guy here with his friends and they will not quit hitting on us. They are really creepy and gross.” She complained.

Let me try to explain something to you guys. There is very little in this world that will make you look better than to be the excuse to get a woman out of an awkward situation with a guy who is neither attractive nor smooth. You will be a hero to her. Utilize this opportunity if you ever have it.

I offered to meet her at a place nearby to give her an excuse to get out of there. She readily agreed and within fifteen minutes, I walked into the front door of the place I suggested and found her sitting at the bar with a mixed drink. She was alone and when I asked, she said her friend had gone home so she would be alone until I got there. Good thing I was able to get there quickly.

When I arrived, I got a drink from the bar, and moved us to a small table against the wall of the bar, in a hidden little spot away from others. We sat there, talked quite a bit about football and her recent experience at the other bar. She could not get over how confident this unkempt guy with bad teeth kept trying to talk to her. It just made me look all the better as I sat there and listened to it all.

Within a few drinks, she and I her beginning to touch one another. First, a hand slapped lightly on the knee at a joke or a push in the shoulder at a sarcastic remark. Eventually, we were taking long looks at one another and I asked her what her favorite things to do were. I quickly steered the conversation to allusions of sex and physical activities. She informed me that she had problems because she wanted to be a certain way with men but retain her independence, but most guys did not understand that. Basically, she liked being submissive to guys, but only when she was intimate with them; otherwise, she wanted to remain quirkysingle and not be tied to do that with one guy.

I let her know that I understood that completely. She looked at me and asked seriously if I did. She wanted me to know that she was not joking and not willing to put up with guys that would not understand her or try to change her. I then looked at her and slid my hand on her thigh towards her pussy. I rubbed her upper thigh and said “trust me”.

We then did a bit of rubbing on top of clothes but under the table. I knew we were going to have some fun, so when she finished her drink, I ordered one more for her and asked to close out our tab. We took our drinks to go, because you can do that in Miami, and walked back to her car. She then said that she did not live far but was not really good to drive. I then walked to the street and hailed the first cab that approached.

In the cab ride to her place, there was much more rubbing. There was also laughing as we tried to not spill our drinks while playing. She paid the cab fare and we went into her apartment building and up to her room.

She was not kidding when she said she was a submissive. She had no problem with me stripping any of her clothes off and was quick to get on her knees when asked. We had a good time in a few positions on the couch. I stayed around her apartment with her afterwards because I wanted to do it once more before I had to leave. We ended up in the shower because I needed to sober up before I left so that I could sleep well and work the next day would not be so taxing.

I left her apartment and walked down the street until I saw a cab approaching. I got a quick ride back to my car and left. The next day at work, after 10:00am, I got a text from her asking if I remembered where her car was. She had gone to the garage to get it but it was not there. I told her she drove to the sports bar yesterday, but did not drive home. She obviously did not remember our activities. I would have to meet up with her again so that she could remember one instance of being with me.

The Odd Couple

Happy Memorial day. Enjoy.

As you may well know, Miami is a favorite destination of northern people in the early spring when it can still be quite cold in many parts of the country. Honestly, I can’t even imagine snow on the ground for an entire winter where the lawn just disappears in November and reappears in late March. Living in Miami certainly has its privileges.

We who live down here can always tell when the season of tourists begins in many ways. One of these ways is the increase in the number of completely pale bodies appearing on the beaches. These people have been bundled up all winter long and their bodies have not seen the sunlight. I don’t mean to mock anyone, it’s just a dead giveaway if you have ridiculously white limbs and a weird accent, we know you are not local. Also, cameras hanging from the neck are another indication.

One time, I was at the beach on a weekend and a tourist couple walked up and plopped down near me. They had a bag with towels, sunscreen, books, and sunglass cases. They each had a towel mat in their arms as well as sunglasses and hats on. I was alone because a friend of mine had just left. She had some family drama and wanted an afternoon to clear her head and talk with someone about it. I answered her phone call and met her at the beach.

This couple was enjoyable to watch. They were in their late 30s or early 40s and were so happy to be at the beach. The woman was in particularly good shape, but the man had the beginnings of a beer belly. They also commented on damn near every person they saw on the beach, discussing how good looking, sexy, and tanned or ugly, fat, and hairy people were. They noticed that I could hear most of their conversation and began including me in it.

I was happy to give my opinion of some of the people, but I was not really commenting on any guys. The man of the couple would say something about the guys just as the woman would, so I quickly surmised that they were a bisexual couple. Fine with me, just not really my style.

After a few more minutes of conversation, they asked me about getting lunch. I suggested a place they could go and they asked if I wanted to join. I declined and they headed off. I then got up to walk down the beach before I left to go home. I took a long time because I did not have anyone waiting on me and I was hungry even though I declined lunch with the couple.

When I returned the couple had returned. I was surprised to see them there but they had actually gotten the lunch to go and were going to eat it on the beach. Also, they had stopped by Wet Willy’s because they had walked right by it and witnessed someone taking some drinks out of the bar and down the street. They decided that they should do the same and had returned and even been so kind as to get me a piña colada.

I thanked them for the drink and told them that I was going to head home. They were a little disappointed, but the man gave me his number and said that I should call them later if I had time this weekend. I asked them what they wanted to do because I was very put off by this and he replied that his wife wanted to have me.

I was staring at her and she was staring at me. She was definitely hot, but for her husband to just come out and say it was weird to me. I asked what he thought and he said that the two of them had done some swinging and that he quite enjoyed watching his wife with other men. I guess he could see the confused look on my face because I looked at him as if he had both grown a horn out of his forehead and tentacles had emerged from his ears.

I had heard about that but I had never actually met any couple that enjoyed watching one partner be with another. Perhaps I am just a jealous lover or maybe too selfish but any girl I am with, I am not about to share her with another guy while we are naked together. She can do what she wants if we are just “friends” and I expect such behavior from a number of my network, but I am not going to watch another guy go at it with her while I just watch.

I left confused, dumbfounded, and completely estranged. I thought about it all night, how a guy could honestly say he wanted to watch his wife with another man. It is just an anathema to me. I am not saying it’s wrong, it’s just not me in any way.

The next afternoon, I was thought about it again and decided, what could it hurt to at least talk to them a bit about it. I called the number and he answered almost immediately. I asked him if she still wanted to play and that if he was good with just watching. He told me that he would also participate if I let him, but if not then he would just watch. I asked what she was into, and he told me the normal stuff, different positions, and no pain. I asked about using protection and he said that they always used condoms, no exceptions.

I wrestled with the idea for several minutes and decided that I should try it because I did not know if any other opportunity like this would ever surface. I was not too keen on wearing protection, especially if the woman was middle-aged, but with him being there, I was not going to try and discuss it. Besides, they had done some swinging so there was potential that they were not as discerning with other partners as much as they had not been discerning with me.

I drove over there and parked away from the hotel, just in case they wanted to watch me enter or leave. I got in the elevator and went up to their floor. I walked to their door and knocked. He answered with his shorts on and welcomed me in. He asked me if I wanted anything, which I declined. He then pointed me to the rubbers and we walked into their hotel room.

His wife came out behind me from the bathroom wearing a negligee. She looked good, too. I had to turn around to look at him. He was seated in the corner chair, looking intently at us. I turned back to her and she began rubbing my body. She pulled up my shirt and began kissing my chest. She then stood up straight and removed her shoulder straps so that her nightie fell to the floor, revealing her nude body. It was exquisite. I bent down and lightly kissed her breasts. I then put my hand down and rubbed her shaved pussy and tapped her clit with my finger.

She then crawled onto the bed and turned on her back. I got down on my knees and went to lick her well. She enjoyed it, but when I finished I looked up to glance at him and he was still sitting there, watching intently as a statue. I then stood up and she climbed over and helped undo my pants. She then slid my semi-boner into her mouth and began working on that. She was decent, but too slow. I could tell she was not going to focus on it too much and wanted pounding.

I let her go until she wanted to stop and then she laid back down on the bed in her original position. I climbed my knees onto the bed and slid into her. I noticed that he had shifted in his stance and became animated. She cocked her head back to watch him as I began to drill her. He looked back at her and began rubbing his crotch.

This was too weird for me. I could not watch her so I had to close my eyes or look up at the ceiling as I drilled. She moaned loudly and continued to look at him. I would occasionally look down at our intercourse, trying to concentrate on that and not think of him being in the room. After a few more minutes, she put her hand on my belly button and said that she wanted to turn over.

 I stopped and backed off and she turned over on all fours and put her head and shoulders on the bed so her ass was sticking straight up. I then moved forward and got on my knees to position behind her. This made it easier for me to stare straight down. I was able to give her a really good ride because with protection, my sensation was way down and it always take so much longer when wearing if you have gotten used to not wearing. Again, I stress the importance of being tested, but it was something I enjoyed so paying for testing was enough for me.

After a few minutes of this, I looked out at her and to see him. He had moved to position himself looking straight at her. He was looking into her eyes and she was looking into him. I could see him mouthing things to her and I imagine she was doing the same. She also gave out a few good moans and light screams to enhance the effect. I was really uncomfortable by this and was ready to finish. I looked down at myself going in and out to speed up the process.

It did not take long after that and I pulled out, stripped the condom off, and stroke as I was about to blast. She turned over and brought her face up close to my cock and opened her mouth, begging for it. I blasted and some went on her chin, some on her cheek, more up on her forehead, and some dripped down her chest. The guy said aloud, “that is so hot, oh baby you are so hot.”

I could not help but smile at how ridiculous this was. I was then introduced to how gross it could be. After I had finished, I stood up and backed away to catch my breath and calm down. The man got up out of his chair, his hard cock pitching a tent in his shorts. He then walked over to his wife who turned to face him, still covered in sperm and smiling. He then bent over and kissed her full on, the cum spreading to his face.

I was not so much grossed out about the cum, just watching them make out as if it were not even really there was what was so weird to me. I guess I should not have thought about it too much since he offered to join, but I told him that would make me uncomfortable. Either way, what was going on was definitely not for me. I grabbed my clothes and walked to the bathroom to clean up. I then walked into the bedroom, said thanks for the experience and now I’m gone.

Let me just say in case you are wondering...never again.

Let’s Go Play in the Park

This little episode is about an encounter with a girl that I had previously written about. She was a cute Latina with the big, beautiful backyard that enjoyed a domineering man. Anyways, this will be much shorter because I do not have to set the story up with any background information. For more about the girl read “Head at the Gym” and you will get a good indication of the type of girl I was with.

This time, I had been out drinking late with my friends. There were many of us and all our extended friends out that night, but I was going from bar to club to bar with a core group of two other guys. We had successfully gotten numbers for the night, but it was still early so we were in no rush to head home with any girls.

As the evening wore on, we were chatting more with each other and hanging with other friends and taking shots all night. Eventually, we were not chatting with many girls or running any game. I realized around 1:30am that I had no good prospects to go home with and I was not in the mood to go home alone. I decided that my best course of action and most probable targets would be the girls that I already had as my network of “friends”. I texted 3 of them simultaneously with an anonymous “hey, what you doing?”

The first one responded rather quickly and said she had a headache. Liar. She was somewhere else with someone else and instead of telling me what she was doing or even trying to talk to me for any reason, she just responded with the universal “headache” response. Fine. I’d give her another chance in the future, but if I get the same response, I can just delete her out of my phone and move onto the next one.

The second said that she was out with friends at a bar further north than where we were. She was a good candidate, but I was not really wanting to wait all night for her to come meet me and then take a cab home. I’d keep in touch unless the last girl had a better response.

The third girl said that she was out on a date and just getting out of a movie. She had plans to go get a few drinks with this guy but she would let me know in a bit if I could come over to her place.

Freaking great. I had to go back into my phone book and select a few other girls to send the same “hey, what you doing?” line. These girls did not answer me as quickly, though one was out and asked where I was. Problem with her was that she was in Coconut Grove and was already really drunk so she was in the mood but by the time I got to her place she could pass out and be fast asleep. The other two never returned my text message.

I decided that I would get in the car with my friends and act like I was going home but always keep up with where the first two possible candidates until I was home.

When we got to the car, as we were leaving the parking deck on South Beach, I texted the two candidates. The Latin honey said that she was with her friends coming to meet me. The other said she was still out but did not know how much longer she would be there.

I had a decision to make, would I stay in South Beach or would I go home? I texted the Latina to ask how many people were with her. She said that she was in the car with 3 other friends but that they were just dropping her off.

Perfect.

I replied back that she should just head on home and that I would meet her at her apartment. I then texted the other girl to tell her to be safe and maybe later in the week we could meet.

I then replied to the Latina that she should just ride with those girls back to her apartment and that I would meet her there. She then responded that she wanted to do something different but she did not know what, just that she was in the mood for something freaky.

This sounded like fun, and was honestly music to my ears since it was keeping it fresh and fun and not more of the same. I have had my share of freaky girls, but one who suggested it and left the door open to my imagination was just so much more fun. I told her that I had an idea but I would not tell her until I went to pick her up.

After another 20 minutes of driving, we arrived in front of my apartment complex and my friend let me out of the car. They called me some names because I did not want to go to Taco Bell with them at 2:00am, but I had better plans and I was certainly not sharing that until after it happened.  Whatever, I was going to have fun and they had no idea.

I walked up through the front door of the complex, past the elevators, and towards the stairwell and headed down the stairs to the garage and my car. I got in, and quickly drove over to the Latina’s apartment in Brickell. She came from a wealthy family and they were only happy to pay for her ridiculously posh apartment.

I had to wait for about 10 or 15 minutes, but I saw her friend’s car pull up to the front. She got out and went into her purse for her phone to message me. I got her text and immediately called her. She answered and asked if I would be much longer and I told her I was already there and that I could see her. She walked out to the street and then saw me in my car. She walked up and immediately climbed into the passenger seat.

As if the after effects of the drinking were not enough to hinder safe driving, this girl was not about to sit idly in the seat and wait until I parked somewhere. She leaned over and began kissing my neck.

She said softly, “I want to do something freaky.”

I responded, “I know, I have a plan.”

She continued kissing and was beginning to rub my chest and my thighs. “What is your plan?” She asked.

“You will see in a minute.” I replied.

“Tell me know,” she said impatiently.

“You’ll just have to wait,” I returned.

“Sure you can’t tell me now?” As she began undoing my belt and my fly.

“I’m sure.” I said, trying to stay as stone cold as I could.

She put her face down and got to work. She was definitely wanting a good time tonight and we would probably have two, maybe three rounds. “You sure?” She asked again, almost slurping her own spit of my cock. “Yes.” I replied and did not say another word until we got where I wanted to be, even though she kept her mouth on my cock the whole time. What? Was I going to tell her and give her the opportunity to stop?

When we stopped, she looked up to see where we were. She did not recognize it immediately and looked at me. She was wondering where we were and what I had in store. I had crossed the bridge for Key Biscayne and driven over the big bridge until I got to Crandon Park. There, I had pulled in until I was near the locked gate. There was no way to get my car in, but I could hide my car against the side of the entrance and we could walk into the Park towards the beach.

“What did you have in mind?” She asked. I told her that I thought we could go play in the park and take some pictures of ourselves as well. “What?” She asked again, trying to wrap her head around the idea. “Just get out. Let’s go play in the park.” I said and hopped out of the car after redoing my pants.

She slid out hesitantly and she walked slowly. She was nervous on the walk over there and was wondering if it would be safe. I said it was Crandon Park which had very few, if any, late night guests. She then asked about the cops coming up and seeing the car. I told her that we would use the park benches and that if a cop drove up, we could see his lights and make up a story about being there and not get into trouble.

With some reluctance, she agreed and we sat at the first picnic table we came to. To make her feel more comfortable, I began to kiss her neck and rub her body up and down. She finally relaxed and threw her purse onto the table and began feeling me up and down. I then pushed her away and took out my small camera. I told her to get on the table and look at me. She obeyed and I started taking pictures. She seemed to get into it and before I knew it, she was giving me a strip show while I was taking pictures.

She got down to her panties and I stopped and walked over to her. I undid my pants and pulled out my hard cock. She was already on all fours and began sucking. I took two, maybe three pictures of her doing this and then tossed my camera by her purse.

We then proceeded to have a good session, though the table was not comfortable and a towel or blanket would have helped tremendously. We were reduced to a few positions while using some clothing for her knees or her ass. Because I did not have any rags to clean up any mess, I made her squat down and catch all of my cum in her mouth. Even with my extensive viewing of porn and the camera being mere feet away from me, I did not think to take a picture of her like that until after she started getting dressed.

We walked back to my car and drove to her place. I stayed the night and was going to leave when I woke up the next morning. When she woke up, she asked me what we did and I asked her if she remembered the park. She said she did not so I asked her what she did remember. She remembered only up to the point of getting into my car the previous night. I told her some highlights but did not want her to ask too many questions so as I was talking, I reached over and began fondlingbetween her legs. She got quickly in the mood and went down to work on the shaft some. We ended up having much more comfortable session in her bed. I then showered and left.

As far as the pictures go, I remember looking through them the following day and noticing some were not very good. I erased those. The remainders I kept for a while but deleted them, to my everlasting regret, when she got her most recent boyfriend.

The Divorced Coworker

While working at my internship with my employer, I met many people. The funny part about this is that over 60% of our entire office was women and most of them were between 30 and 50 years old. There were quite a few good looking ones walking around who loved to wear wonderfully tight clothes. One of these women was a divorced woman with a 3 year old daughter. She and I had worked on a few projects together and she was always a good looking woman in my opinion. I often thought about what having her in bed would be like, and with the right opportunity, I was going to find out.

The problem with constantly thinking about sex is that you often romanticize it and think that it will be so much better than it really is. I believe this is what happened between me and Mrs. Rivera (not her real name). She and I had a decent working relationship and had spoken often enough that if I ever saw her outside of work, I would not feel at all uncomfortable speaking with her. With one month to go until the end of my internship, I would get my chance but only because she wanted to find out about me exactly what I wanted to find out about her.

I was working on a project for my boss and need some of Mrs. Rivera’s expertise on the process for legal reasons, just to protect our company and ensure I was not forgetting major steps in compliance. One day I emailed her late in the work day and expected a return email by the next day. She, however, wanted to give me a way to contact her when she was not at work. That day, she had left early for a doctor’s appointment with her child’s pediatrician. She received my email on her BlackBerry. Instead of replying to the email from that account, she replied from her personal email.

This was perplexing to me at first. I was always professional while I was at work. I had done some things by phone on my lunch break or even on work grounds, but as long as I was working, I was only working. Secondly, I had never tried any moves on any of my coworkers. I thought many were quite attractive and some just downright hot, but I never let them know that on the job or off. It just was not a line I was willing to cross. Until now.

You see, I only had less than a month in my internship. I had already discussed my departure date with my manager and he had wished me luck and offered any sort of help in the way of referrals or endorsement letters. I already had my full time job lined up, but I did not want to spend time at home doing nothing for the remainder of the month so I decided to continue working as an intern until the start date of my full-time job.

I noted the email address she had used and when I got home that evening, I replied to her email to thank her for the quick response and start up a friendly conversation, you know just to see if she was doing what I thought she was doing. She replied quickly. Thank heavens for smartphones. We began discussing things outside of work such as my future plans for work and plans on moving if I ever do. She said that she would miss me and that was nice for the time it existed to have a cute, young guy around the office. She said it was a good change and complimented my physique. She was doing exactly what I thought.

I complimented her and said that I thought she was lovely and I was particularly impressed with her physique and that she was so committed to working out and staying fit. She replied that she was thankful someone noticed and that she was trying to have a social life as well but that having a child made that possibility almost non-existent. I said that I absolutely noticed and loved it when she wore the sexy almost-too-short-for-work skirts and loose blouses. She thanked me and that was the end of our conversation that day. There was no need to press further, we had just begun and I wanted to build up the anticipation with her. Women love that for those who don’t know.

The next day, she wore a skirt and white blouse. The skirt was tight fitting, but came down past her knees. That was unfortunate but I was happy she had listened to my suggestion. That night, she emailed again to my personal email asking if I noticed, to which I replied that I did. I also told her that though she could not tell, I was wearing some small boxer briefs all day as well, powder blue. This gave her a good image for her to think on and opened the door to more descriptive and work-prohibited discussions.

We began discussing what we found attractive in the opposite sex. I told her of my penchant for round-assed Latin honeys, of which she sort of fit the bill, and she told me about how she loved a rugged man. She said her ex-husband was no such man and that he was unable to last long. If a guy was smart, he would take notes. I typed the information into my phone under notes so that I would commit it to memory.

The next night, a Thursday, we discussed some more steamy details and desires and we even exchanged a few pictures. These were of the safe for work kind since she had not had any compromising photos taken of her and I was not going to share any that I had if she did not have any. We also discussed a few of our more memorable sexual exchanges in the past and I was certain that soon I would be crossing the line from coworker to “friend” with her. I just thought it would happen after I had left the company, and I was wrong.

That weekend, I woke Saturday morning from a fun night out with friends and checked my email before I ran a few errands. Mrs. Rivera had emailed me and left me her phone number. I decided to save it in my contacts and send her a text message when I was out later. After lunch, I simply composed a “hello” message and this is what I got: “Can’t wait anymore. Daughter with ex-husband. Call me.”

Fucking sweet.

I called her after I finished lunch and she said that she had been thinking about it since we first started emailing. I told her I had been thinking the same and thought we could do something yet remain professional in my last few weeks of work. She asked me to meet and of course I obliged. She told me directions to her home and I left immediately, my errands half completed.

I got to her house and she answered the door in a long t-shirt and underwear. Nothing else. I said hello and she replied hi, smiling devilishly. I asked her if we could go sit over on the couch and she grabbed my hand and pulled me over there. I sat down and she stood up in front of me. She then pulled off her t-shirt, revealing her perfect, enhanced breasts. She sat down in my lap and we began making out.

In little time, I was taking her undies off and began playing with her recently waxed pussy. She was quick to start moaning which surprised me a little, but I shrugged it off as someone who had not had anyone else doing anything like this for her in a while. A few more minutes of heavy petting, rubbing, and light kissing, and she squeezed her legs together and grabbed my shoulder and gave her “O” face.

That was quick, but no matter. It’s not the first time I have given a woman a big orgasm. And it certainly was not any reason to stop.

We continued and she helped me out of my clothes. She then got down on all fours and put my cock in her mouth. She began sucking and was doing a good enough job. I took the opportunity to reach behind her and use my fingers in her pussy. I even teased her ass a bit and she gave a low moan again. I wanted to experience more than her mouth so I pulled her off my cock and turned her around and over. I then slid in and began thrusting. To give her more sensation, I reached down after a few moments and lightly tapped her clit. Within 15 seconds of beginning to tap she flexed her legs again and twisted into a new “O” face.

I then turned her over and went at it doggy style using her hips to thrust very quickly. Within a few minutes of this, she had a third orgasm. I was kind of dumbfounded, but I knew at this point that I had given her more than she expected and felt I was free to do what pleased me. I then pulled out, spit on her ass, then slid inside. She was tight there and the feeling was great for me. She put her face in one the floor and reached back with one hand to rub her clit. I felt her stiffen as she had her fourth orgasm.

It was such a distraction because I could not enjoy the position I was in for any good length of time. She kept cumming and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I decided that I was going to just let her work on me so I pulled out again and walked around to her head. I then pulled her up until she was on her knees and she began to suck.

She was doing a decent job again, but it was not really great. I got close enough to where I could pull out and stroke while she used her tongue on my balls. She understood what I was doing and was quick to put her face underneath my cock. Finally, I was close and when I looked down to watch myself and look at her, I noticed she had been rubbing herself again.

Finally, I was close to climaxing. I pushed her face back and positioned my cock right in front of her face. Just as I was about to blast, she looked up and had a fifth and final orgasm. I spilled myself all over her lips and in her mouth. When I finished, she looked at me then at my cock and back at me. She said, “you were just intent on wearing me out today.”

“Yeah, I guess I was.”

“That was wonderful,” she proclaimed with a large grin on her face. “I have not cum like that in a long time.”

She then got up and walked into her bathroom to clean off. Afterwards, she emerged in a robe and I went in to clean myself off. I showered as well and said good bye and left quickly.

I felt weird after leaving because she said I was intent on wearing her out. I hardly did any earth-shattering things. She had given herself two of them and had helped on a third. She was just an easy climaxer and instead of enjoying the romp, it distracted me.

She ended up texting me a few weeks after I left my internship asking if I was free and wanted to meet. I told her I was going to meet someone else in a bit but would be willing another time. One lie, then another. I was not going back unless I was desperate. She was decent at best and had been a distraction with her actions. No thank you, but I have others who fuck better.