After my thorough typical investigation, including checking
up on him with a mutual friend, Boy Toy and I decided to give this FWB thing a
go. Boy Toy did not disappoint…juicy
soft lips, big strapping man and by big, yeah I mean thick…in a good kind of way. He also had a strong libido coupled with
youthful stamina which meant little recuperation before we could go again. While Boy Toy and I usually spent at least a
couple hours together, I have said I’ve yet to meet anyone that can give me enough
sex to where I am actually okay with stopping for the day, but he was close. No, I’m not a nymphomaniac…well, at least I
don’t think I am. I’ve just years of
lost time to make up!
As a case in point, according to the Kinsey Institute, the ‘average’
woman my age (even one who didn’t have sex until age 23), should have had sex around
1808 times. Oh how I wish…actually, I
wish it were more! I’ve done a rough
estimate using their age ranges and estimates based on my marriage which likely
resulted in 514 rolls in the hay. I’m
pretty sure that number is VERY generous…It didn’t feel like anywhere near that
number even over 19 years. Since I’ve
been single, I’ve had a roll in the hay 34 times…yep, just 36 and NO that is
not with 36 different men…not even close!
Thankfully, the men have been good to me and I’ve more than quadrupled
that if I were counting orgasms. So any
of you who wonder why I am still insatiable, well, I’m way, way, way behind the
rest of you!
So Boy Toy and I had our share of fun and I definitely had
the best shower sex ever with him when he met me straight from work one
day. We met at a hotel, he walked in and
pushed me against the door with a hungry kiss. I had the shower already running….after 25
minutes of soap-slathering, warm water-raining, senses-awakening fun, we
finally cooled off. Well, not for very
long…there was a bed calling our names after-all.
As it turned out, Boy Toy decided to revisit an old
relationship not too long after we met, so we said ended our ‘friendship’. In short order, I met “the one who ran away”
and out of respect for each other and anyone we are interested in, Boy Toy and
I have an agreement not to contact each other if we are seeing others. I can honestly say, while both of us would be
upset if some tragedy befell the other, as we would any friend, we have had
absolutely no emotional entanglements on either side. This is why it worked.
However, a few months later, we found ourselves both single
again and decided to meet up. This was
many months ago and because he had a first date that night, we knew it was likely
a one-time thing. Boy Toy and I had enjoyed sexting… even though
I’m not visual, he was a master at making a steamy shower video of
himself. We often sexted out what we
would like to happen when we know we will see each other again, talking about a
scene and then making it come true. Such
was our final and most memorable.
It was a hot July day and he would be at a friends’ garage
working on his truck. Come on girls, you know that alone is
hot! His friends’ garage is down a
country highway with a medium amount of traffic that you can see from the
garage itself. His friend was out of
town. Not only was the garage door wide
open when I arrived, but there was a huge picture window on the back side of it
that faced a beautiful field that was surrounded by a wooded area.
Boy Toy had told me exactly what he would like to happen
when I visited him that day…what I should wear and what he would do to me and I
to him. He requested a short skirt,
garter belt, nylons with French seams, high heels, sexy bra and a low cut
shirt. I aim to please, so of course,
that’s exactly what I wore. While I
looked hot, even at 10a it was almost 90 degrees out that day. I was literally hot, too.
When I arrived, remember I hadn’t seen him in a few months,
we exchanged a hello and then some kisses.
I have to admit I find sex outside of a bedroom a complete thrill. I call it semi-public because the changes of
being discovered are very slim…but they’re still there. Anyone of these good ole country boy types
could have seen someone was working there and stopped by to visit…we do that in
the south. And in my mind, I’m sure
there were little forest animals watching us through that window. Even though no one caught us, the thought of
it (and yes I would be embarrassed) elevates my arousal and excites just that
much more.
Boy Toy cleverly had the hood raised which not only allowed
him to work on the car (grin), but also hid us from the street. For some reason we never felt the need to be
quiet and while I held on to the helm of the truck with him holding on to me,
we played out some of the scenes he sexted to me. One thing about having this sort of “friend”
is that it can just be down and dirty, quick and unassuming. Even so, while he displayed his long-lasting,
youthful stamina as I held on to his truck with our nearly bare backs facing that
beautiful meadow, it was damn near perfect.
Well, except for the horsefly who bit me part of the way through. And I
got a run in my nylons.
Oh Well…that’s
just the price of down and dirty sex in the great outdoors, or outdoor garages anyway, but it’s worth it. Nylons can be replaced, bug bites heal but
memories of that crazy sex you had in a garage on a hot July day…that stays
with you forever, or at least until you’ve made up for all that lost time and
the memories all run together. Only
1258 more to go!
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