Shits and giggles

[Bob the Knob]

Cabinman's Reno story made me think we should have some contributions from our guests and members about their most unexpected romps.

Could be the first time you had sex, that one time bang that came out of no where, or that secret affair with your girlfriends sister.

Here is my contribution to start things off.

Years ago I started a new job with a group of people in a training session. One young lady, well young for me , sat beside me and we became friends. Over the mths, we spent coffees together chatting about pretty much anything. She eventually left the company but we still kept in touch. Either a coffee or even a couple bbq's just catching up.

It was after one bbq I had cooked up when after some wine and food she said "let's go do something tonight"!

Off we headed downtown to the Druid.

We danced and laughed and drank. We were joined by a couple of her friends and their bf's.

We shut the place down and taxi'd to her place. More drinks and everyone got wasted. My friend was pretty much toasted and asked me to get everyone to leave. Once they were all out the door she turned to me grabbed my dick and asked if I could still get it up with all the drinking we had been doing. She got her answer quickly, as this unexpected move had me hard in seconds.

Off to her room for some good hard fucking. I had to work next morning, so with her sleeping soundly, I called a cab and headed out, head banging with a serious hangover. What a night.

It was about a week later when we first talked and planned dinner at a fav Lebanese restuarant nearby. It was then that she looked me in the eye and asked " did we have sex that night we went out"?

So much for a lasting impression of my sexual prowess. We never did it again, but oh the memory is still fresh in my mind

 

[soybomber]

2 questions:
are you guys still friends and where can I have great Lebanese food in edmonton?
hahaha
great story btw!

 

[Qster]

Pretty sure if my RL friends are online here, they would id me instantly from this story but wth...

Years ago, still in my twenties, working on a government contract at Yellowknife, flying up every Monday, back every Friday, the same flight attendant served me for 3 straight weeks back and forth. It was late fall so load was really light.

If you know the north, during the slow seasons, some of the planes are converted to ½ cargo ½ pax, a barrier right behind the middle emergency exit on a 737, only a single FA per flight. I always sit at the back because the other paxs insist on sitting on the first few rows and I have the entire back emergency exit row to myself. After handing out coffee tea etc. The FA would sit down across the aisle from me and read a magazine, she was always friendly but professional.

On the 4th week, instead of sitting across the aisle from me, she motioned me to move to the windows seat and sat beside me. We started chatting. What work do I do, do I fly lots etc etc.

“So, do you always fly home on the weekends?”
“Usually, nothing to do in Yellowknife.”
She started to gently tap on the back of my hand <-big enough hint that even Q caught on, “I am rotating off this route next week and I am actually spending this weekend in Yellowknife before I switch route.”
“OH! Do you want someone to hang out with?”
“That would be nice, the local guys are creepy unless I am with someone”; pointing at her ring on the ringfinger, “even wearing this hadn’t stopped them from hitting on me.”

She was 20 something blond and pretty (in a girl next door kind of way), nothing is going to stop the NWT miners from hitting on her at a bar! I switched my flights for the upcoming weekend, picked her up at the airport on Thursday, called in sick Friday and had a 4 day honeymoon with her. Unlike silvertongue Bob, I never got her home number, just her BB number, I never saw her again. In retrospect, there were clues along the way, I think the ring was real and she just wanted a few adventures before the wedding; I just happened to be that lucky guy wearing a business suit sitting in 12C.

 

[Bob the Knob]

2 questions:
are you guys still friends and where can I have great Lebanese food in edmonton?
hahaha
great story btw!

Yep still friends, and as I am a novice when it comes to Lebanese food, not sure it was great, and I think it is called La Shish in Mayfield Common.

 

[Bob the Knob]

Pretty sure if my RL friends are online here, they would id me instantly from this story but wth...

Years ago, still in my twenties, working on a government contract at Yellowknife, flying up every Monday, back every Friday, the same flight attendant served me for 3 straight weeks back and forth. It was late fall so load was really light.

If you know the north, during the slow seasons, some of the planes are converted to ½ cargo ½ pax, a barrier right behind the middle emergency exit on a 737, only a single FA per flight. I always sit at the back because the other paxs insist on sitting on the first few rows and I have the entire back emergency exit row to myself. After handing out coffee tea etc. The FA would sit down across the aisle from me and read a magazine, she was always friendly but professional.

On the 4th week, instead of sitting across the aisle from me, she motioned me to move to the windows seat and sat beside me. We started chatting. What work do I do, do I fly lots etc etc.

“So, do you always fly home on the weekends?”
“Usually, nothing to do in Yellowknife.”
She started to gently tap on the back of my hand <-big enough hint that even Q caught on, “I am rotating off this route next week and I am actually spending this weekend in Yellowknife before I switch route.”
“OH! Do you want someone to hang out with?”
“That would be nice, the local guys are creepy unless I am with someone”; pointing at her ring on the ringfinger, “even wearing this hadn’t stopped them from hitting on me.”

She was 20 something blond and pretty (in a girl next door kind of way), nothing is going to stop the NWT miners from hitting on her at a bar! I switched my flights for the upcoming weekend, picked her up at the airport on Thursday, called in sick Friday and had a 4 day honeymoon with her. Unlike silvertongue Bob, I never got her home number, just her BB number, I never saw her again. In retrospect, there were clues along the way, I think the ring was real and she just wanted a few adventures before the wedding; I just happened to be that lucky guy wearing a business suit sitting in 12C.

Now that's what I am talking about!!!!!

 

[DerekD]

A couple years ago I was looking for a roommate for my condo. I had a couple replies and set up some appointments. Usually they are pretty quick walk through etc


One really cute girl, in her early 20s arrives and we chat a bit. She is gorgeous. She is a tiny little thing what a super cute face. I'm only in my late 20s at this time. I ask her if shed be interested in having a drink, and she says sure so I fix something up in the kitchen. We chat a bit and end up having a few more drinks and move the conversation from the kitchen to the sofa. One thing leads to another and next thing I know I'm in bed with her. She didn't end up moving in, but we ended up hooking up a few more times.

One day she calls me around 12am saying she's at a wedding and wants a ride to go home. The wedding is in Leduc and I don't really want to pick her up. She says she is horny and sends me some sexy pics in a tight little dress that she took in the bathroom. I drive over and pick her up, she's pretty tipsy and her freaking mother is with her. She hops in my car and starts making out with my in front of her mom. Her mom starts rambling and me a bunch of questions, I cut her off and tell her that I'll take care of her daughter and not to worry

On the whole way home on the QE2 I'm either fingering her or she's giving me road head. I almost served into the side of the road. Had crazy sex that night, and still one of my best lays.

 

[Bob the Knob]

Keep them coming boys. And if there are any ladies on here, feel free to join in.

 

[Bob the Knob]

This is better than the old Penthouse Forum, lol

 

[Guy2013]

Over the years I have frequented the newspaper personals,AFF, Lavalife, and POF. Had a lot of hookups and that led to getting into the swinging lifestyle for about a decade during which I frequented the two Adult Lifestyles clubs in town. Had a FWB for a few years who I would organize private lifestyle parties and gangbangs in homes with, a lot of memories and good times. Largest party we threw had about twenty couples, personally fucked about a dozen women that night.

One lady I met via AFF was married with kids, our first hookup was in my truck outside a bingo hall after she worked a bingo for sons hockey team. Within minutes she had my stiff cock in her mouth and sucked me until I blew a load into her mouth. After that we met frequently in hotels and would always start with her blowing me and taking the laod, then she would continue blowing until I was hard again and the wanted in her ass for a bit before pussy fucking her.

I have literally dozens of similar stories about hookups over the years.

 

[Qster]

Technically, this one probably doesn’t count as there was no "insertion" but it was very amusing to me till this day. I changed the name around a little but pretend that my real name is Mike, that will explain my confusion. In bed sleeping wth my GF of the time, phone rang around 2am:

"Hey Micky, can you come over?"
Half asleep, "Hmmm?"
"Its Rita, we just left Billiards Club, just come over, I am horny"
"Hmmm, I don't think I am the Micky you are looking for"
"Its Rita, just come over and fuck me"
"Sorry, I don't know a Rita"
"Is this 555-1234?"
"Nope this is 555-1267"
"Oh, sorry, *silence*, your name is Micky too? You sound cute, how old are you, it doesnt matter, can you come over, I am really horny, I need someone to fuck me"
Looking at my sleeping GF...
"just come over, the address is 1xxxx-76A Ave, I promise you, you are going to like it, I want you to stick it up my ass too."
Looking at my sleeping GF again and hung up very reluctantly.

Phone rang again but I didnt pick up.
Till this day, I wondered what this lady looks like and whether I missed out on the catch of the century.

 

[Albert Johnson]

She was 20 something blond and pretty (in a girl next door kind of way), nothing is going to stop the NWT miners from hitting on her at a bar! I switched my flights for the upcoming weekend, picked her up at the airport on Thursday, called in sick Friday and had a 4 day honeymoon with her. Unlike silvertongue Bob, I never got her home number, just her BB number, I never saw her again. In retrospect, there were clues along the way, I think the ring was real and she just wanted a few adventures before the wedding; I just happened to be that lucky guy wearing a business suit sitting in 12C.

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