Career Opportunities Part One
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This most of a story about a girl in her twenties that I pulled on a pub crawl when I was in my forties
So I went over to the two girls and said hello, then we started chatting. I found out that they weren’t local girls, they worked together and always had Monday and Tuesday off as they worked weekends. Fiona the brunette was blonde Denise’s boss. Their job was in sales, and involved them moving around the country and staying at each location for six months to a year or so, and they were renting a flat together while they were here. Their flat wasn’t in the city, it was in the next town, so they’d come shopping on the train.
I told them what I did for a living and what I was doing in town and who I was with. The girls asked why the other lads didn’t come over so I beckoned them to join us but they didn’t bother. Fiona said, “They must be shy, but you’re not, are you?” Denise got out a packet of fags and offered me one, but I don’t smoke so I declined. Fiona didn’t smoke either so we naturally started to gravitate to each other, but then she asked me the question that every attached male dreads when chatting up single girls in bars, “Are you married?”
There was no point lying. If I did I’d only have to make up some other lie about why I had to go home in a couple of hours instead of staying out with them. The only reason I’d been able to stay out that evening was that my wife was home to look after the c***dren. Normally during the week she’d be away with work and I’d be stuck at home, and if I did manage to pull either Fiona or Denise I’d have to explain how I couldn’t often get away on an evening or weekend, so I had no hesitation in coming clean, “Yes, married with two k**s,” I replied.
“Good,” replied Fiona to my surprise. “I like married men. They know what they’re doing!”
“Kerching!” I thought to myself. “I’m in here!” A young single girl, good looking with a great body, and that last statement obviously means she’ll be up for some no strings fun, and she doesn’t care that I’ve got a wife. Bloody perfect! She went on to say that there were other things that she liked about dating married men. "They don't get you pregnant, they don't give any nasty diseases, and they are easy to get rid of when you've had enough of them. Just threaten to tell their wives and you won't see them for dust!"
The other lads were moving on, mostly home I think, but I decided to stay a bit longer. An Irish bloke had been watching us from the bar, and realising the situation came over to ask if he could join us. So he sat down and moved in on Denise, leaving me free to concentrate my efforts on Fiona. She started to tell me that she wasn’t interested in having a relationship, but she liked to have sex from time to time so would I be interested in seeing her on her days off, if I wasn’t working. With me working shifts there was only one week in seven that I’d work both Monday and Tuesday so that was brilliant.
I needed a piss, and Fiona said she needed one too, so we went to the toilets together which were downstairs. I waited for her to come out after she’d finished, and when she emerged she invited me in there with her. There were very few females in the pub so we knew we wouldn’t get disturbed. We got into a cubicle and had a snog and a grope. I got her tits out which were large and lovely, and got my hand into her knickers to play with her wet snatch. She got my cock out and sat on the pot and sucked me. By now though I was too pissed to cum but it was fun anyway.
Some people came into the toilet so we thought it best to sneak out before they came out their cubicles, but outside the toilet there was an open store room where the chefs kept their whites. We popped in there and I took her top and bra off to have a better look and a suck of those lovely tits. At one point I got her to put on a chef’s jacket while I did this; I’m not sure why! I was a bit drunk and it seemed like a good idea at the time!
The next day I’d arranged to go round to the girls flat about lunchtime. I got there about half twelve. Neither of the girls had got dressed. Denise was in a dressing gown and Fiona was in pyjamas. Denise was looking a bit worse for wear. She’d brought the Irishman back the night before and they’d been fucking all night. She said she was back off to bed and left us. Fiona suggested that we did the same, and took me off to her room, which was next to Denise’s. I was a bit sceptical about fucking in the next room to her flatmate but Fiona said it would pay her back for all the noise that came through the wall the night before!
Fiona had a brilliant body. In my drunken state and in the confines of the toilets and the dark store room I’d not fully appreciated how gorgeous she was. She had lovely big round tits and a sizeable but shapely bum, but she went to the gym 3 or 4 times a week so she was perfectly toned with square shoulders and a slim waist and flat belly. At 28 she was in her prime with well-proportioned limbs to compliment her torso. Needless to say she was a fantastic fuck, but her speciality was her blowjob, especially in the 69 position, with her on top.
Like most blokes, I love having my cock sucked, but I seldom come while doing it. Which means, if I want to come in a girls mouth, I usually have to finish off by wanking myself into the girl or sometimes they can wank me to orgasm themselves. But Fiona could always do it with just her mouth. She was a bit like a blowjob machine. She’d alternate sucking on the end then run her mouth up and down the shaft every now and then in a rhythmical pattern that always made me shoot. She was so good at it that if I wanted to fuck her I’d have to stop her doing it. She loved the taste of spunk and always swallowed, something my wife won’t do.
So we got into a pattern of meeting up, either Monday or Tuesday and sometimes both. I’d go round in the morning, just before lunch. She’d get us into the 69 position so she could get her spunk fix, and I’d lick her clit to orgasm. Then we’d go out and get some lunch somewhere, and go back to hers for a fuck in the afternoon. Of course, having drained my spunk in the morning, I could go for hours in the afternoon before spunking again so it was great for both of us. Fiona called our NSA arrangement “Friendly sex.” I don’t think the term FWB had been invented then, and if it had, I’d never heard it.
All in all I saw Fiona for several months, maybe as long as a year, I can’t remember exactly. Time flies when you’re having fun, so they say! In all that time she never gave me any grief at all. With her working evenings and weekends she didn’t have time for a serious relationship, so our arrangement suited her down to the ground. She didn’t go with any other men, so I didn’t have to worry about picking up any nasty infections. She never once hassled me about me being married, and when we went for lunch she’d always take her turn with the bill and get the drinks in as well. One time when we were coming back from lunch my car broke down so she got the RAC out to take me home. That meant we couldn’t have sex that day, but she never complained about that either. I remember asking her once how I’d managed to pull such a gorgeous girl, 15 years younger than me. “You just dropped lucky,” she smiled back at me!
Sometimes when I went round Denise was there, sometimes she was out. It was a bit odd fucking with her flatmate in the next room, and a bit odd with Fiona being her boss. They’d been friends at school and worked together ever since. Denise didn’t have a fella in tow, so one afternoon after fucking Fiona I suggested that Denise might want to join us sometime. Fiona said, “She’ll probably be up for it, I’ll go and ask her!” and with that Fiona jumped out of bed, threw on a nightshirt, and went next door to see her mate!
What amazed me is that Fiona didn’t show an ounce of jealousy that I’d suggested that I could fuck Denise as well. I also think that she quite liked the idea of a bit of girl on girl action with her. I wondered if they’d done that before, either just the two of them or as part of a threesome or couple swap. She’d never mentioned it though, which I think she would have done as she was very open about her attitudes to sex. Anyway a couple of minutes later she came back and told me that Denise would like to do a threesome with me next time I came, if she was around!
Unfortunately I didn’t see Fiona for a few weeks after that, because I was working and then she went on holiday, but when I did see her next Denise wasn’t there. She’d moved out. Denise had made a mistake at work, so big a mistake that Fiona had to sack her. “I’ll never see her again,” Fiona said to me. I was astounded. They’d been mates so long and now they were going their separate ways. So I never did the threesome. That’s the second time in my life that a nailed on MFF has fallen through!
Fiona and I carried on as normal though, and with the flat to herself we could do it wherever we wanted. One time we were at it on the dining room floor and my cock accidentally went up her bum. Fiona didn’t flinch at all. She just smiled and called me a naughty boy. So anal became part of our repertoire from then on. And one time when we did anal it was a bit messy so we went into the shower to clean ourselves up. While we were in there Fiona said, “Will you piss on me?” So I did. She crouched down in the cubicle and I pissed on her face and chest. Then she returned the compliment on me, getting me to kneel down then pulling her pussy lips apart and squirting her hot piss on my face and neck. I’d never done watersports before, and I can’t say that I got that much out of it, but at least I can say I’ve done it now!
One time when I saw Fiona her younger sister and her boyfriend were staying with her. She was only about 22. They were going out but Fiona had told her about me so she waited till I arrived as she was dying to meet me. When we met her sister came in for a kiss, but instead of giving me a peck on the cheek she gave me a full blown snog with her tongue deep inside my mouth. Fiona smiled but her boyfriend looked very displeased. I think forwardness towards sex must have run in Fiona’s family!
Not long after that Fiona’s work contract ran out and she had to move to the other end of the country for her next one. There was no way we could carry on with her there, but I did see her twice after that though. The first time was when she was up visiting her mum and we met halfway and got a hotel for the afternoon. The other time we were due to get a hotel room near me as she was passing through the area, but she was running late so we cancelled the room and had a quickie in the car instead. The funny thing about that encounter was that when I turned her round to do her doggy style she had a dingleberry in her arsehole. So I cleaned her up with a wet-wipe and fucked her anyway!
I managed to track Fiona down on 192 and it seems that she’s living not far from her home town with some bloke. She’s not changed her name though so I guess they’re not married. She once told me she never would because she couldn’t ever see herself being faithful to just one man. I bet she hasn’t changed much! I'm hoping she might read this and get in touch again. She'll recognise everything from the story, but no-one else will.
So I went over to the two girls and said hello, then we started chatting. I found out that they weren’t local girls, they worked together and always had Monday and Tuesday off as they worked weekends. Fiona the brunette was blonde Denise’s boss. Their job was in sales, and involved them moving around the country and staying at each location for six months to a year or so, and they were renting a flat together while they were here. Their flat wasn’t in the city, it was in the next town, so they’d come shopping on the train.
I told them what I did for a living and what I was doing in town and who I was with. The girls asked why the other lads didn’t come over so I beckoned them to join us but they didn’t bother. Fiona said, “They must be shy, but you’re not, are you?” Denise got out a packet of fags and offered me one, but I don’t smoke so I declined. Fiona didn’t smoke either so we naturally started to gravitate to each other, but then she asked me the question that every attached male dreads when chatting up single girls in bars, “Are you married?”
There was no point lying. If I did I’d only have to make up some other lie about why I had to go home in a couple of hours instead of staying out with them. The only reason I’d been able to stay out that evening was that my wife was home to look after the c***dren. Normally during the week she’d be away with work and I’d be stuck at home, and if I did manage to pull either Fiona or Denise I’d have to explain how I couldn’t often get away on an evening or weekend, so I had no hesitation in coming clean, “Yes, married with two k**s,” I replied.
“Good,” replied Fiona to my surprise. “I like married men. They know what they’re doing!”
“Kerching!” I thought to myself. “I’m in here!” A young single girl, good looking with a great body, and that last statement obviously means she’ll be up for some no strings fun, and she doesn’t care that I’ve got a wife. Bloody perfect! She went on to say that there were other things that she liked about dating married men. "They don't get you pregnant, they don't give any nasty diseases, and they are easy to get rid of when you've had enough of them. Just threaten to tell their wives and you won't see them for dust!"
The other lads were moving on, mostly home I think, but I decided to stay a bit longer. An Irish bloke had been watching us from the bar, and realising the situation came over to ask if he could join us. So he sat down and moved in on Denise, leaving me free to concentrate my efforts on Fiona. She started to tell me that she wasn’t interested in having a relationship, but she liked to have sex from time to time so would I be interested in seeing her on her days off, if I wasn’t working. With me working shifts there was only one week in seven that I’d work both Monday and Tuesday so that was brilliant.
I needed a piss, and Fiona said she needed one too, so we went to the toilets together which were downstairs. I waited for her to come out after she’d finished, and when she emerged she invited me in there with her. There were very few females in the pub so we knew we wouldn’t get disturbed. We got into a cubicle and had a snog and a grope. I got her tits out which were large and lovely, and got my hand into her knickers to play with her wet snatch. She got my cock out and sat on the pot and sucked me. By now though I was too pissed to cum but it was fun anyway.
Some people came into the toilet so we thought it best to sneak out before they came out their cubicles, but outside the toilet there was an open store room where the chefs kept their whites. We popped in there and I took her top and bra off to have a better look and a suck of those lovely tits. At one point I got her to put on a chef’s jacket while I did this; I’m not sure why! I was a bit drunk and it seemed like a good idea at the time!
The next day I’d arranged to go round to the girls flat about lunchtime. I got there about half twelve. Neither of the girls had got dressed. Denise was in a dressing gown and Fiona was in pyjamas. Denise was looking a bit worse for wear. She’d brought the Irishman back the night before and they’d been fucking all night. She said she was back off to bed and left us. Fiona suggested that we did the same, and took me off to her room, which was next to Denise’s. I was a bit sceptical about fucking in the next room to her flatmate but Fiona said it would pay her back for all the noise that came through the wall the night before!
Fiona had a brilliant body. In my drunken state and in the confines of the toilets and the dark store room I’d not fully appreciated how gorgeous she was. She had lovely big round tits and a sizeable but shapely bum, but she went to the gym 3 or 4 times a week so she was perfectly toned with square shoulders and a slim waist and flat belly. At 28 she was in her prime with well-proportioned limbs to compliment her torso. Needless to say she was a fantastic fuck, but her speciality was her blowjob, especially in the 69 position, with her on top.
Like most blokes, I love having my cock sucked, but I seldom come while doing it. Which means, if I want to come in a girls mouth, I usually have to finish off by wanking myself into the girl or sometimes they can wank me to orgasm themselves. But Fiona could always do it with just her mouth. She was a bit like a blowjob machine. She’d alternate sucking on the end then run her mouth up and down the shaft every now and then in a rhythmical pattern that always made me shoot. She was so good at it that if I wanted to fuck her I’d have to stop her doing it. She loved the taste of spunk and always swallowed, something my wife won’t do.
So we got into a pattern of meeting up, either Monday or Tuesday and sometimes both. I’d go round in the morning, just before lunch. She’d get us into the 69 position so she could get her spunk fix, and I’d lick her clit to orgasm. Then we’d go out and get some lunch somewhere, and go back to hers for a fuck in the afternoon. Of course, having drained my spunk in the morning, I could go for hours in the afternoon before spunking again so it was great for both of us. Fiona called our NSA arrangement “Friendly sex.” I don’t think the term FWB had been invented then, and if it had, I’d never heard it.
All in all I saw Fiona for several months, maybe as long as a year, I can’t remember exactly. Time flies when you’re having fun, so they say! In all that time she never gave me any grief at all. With her working evenings and weekends she didn’t have time for a serious relationship, so our arrangement suited her down to the ground. She didn’t go with any other men, so I didn’t have to worry about picking up any nasty infections. She never once hassled me about me being married, and when we went for lunch she’d always take her turn with the bill and get the drinks in as well. One time when we were coming back from lunch my car broke down so she got the RAC out to take me home. That meant we couldn’t have sex that day, but she never complained about that either. I remember asking her once how I’d managed to pull such a gorgeous girl, 15 years younger than me. “You just dropped lucky,” she smiled back at me!
Sometimes when I went round Denise was there, sometimes she was out. It was a bit odd fucking with her flatmate in the next room, and a bit odd with Fiona being her boss. They’d been friends at school and worked together ever since. Denise didn’t have a fella in tow, so one afternoon after fucking Fiona I suggested that Denise might want to join us sometime. Fiona said, “She’ll probably be up for it, I’ll go and ask her!” and with that Fiona jumped out of bed, threw on a nightshirt, and went next door to see her mate!
What amazed me is that Fiona didn’t show an ounce of jealousy that I’d suggested that I could fuck Denise as well. I also think that she quite liked the idea of a bit of girl on girl action with her. I wondered if they’d done that before, either just the two of them or as part of a threesome or couple swap. She’d never mentioned it though, which I think she would have done as she was very open about her attitudes to sex. Anyway a couple of minutes later she came back and told me that Denise would like to do a threesome with me next time I came, if she was around!
Unfortunately I didn’t see Fiona for a few weeks after that, because I was working and then she went on holiday, but when I did see her next Denise wasn’t there. She’d moved out. Denise had made a mistake at work, so big a mistake that Fiona had to sack her. “I’ll never see her again,” Fiona said to me. I was astounded. They’d been mates so long and now they were going their separate ways. So I never did the threesome. That’s the second time in my life that a nailed on MFF has fallen through!
Fiona and I carried on as normal though, and with the flat to herself we could do it wherever we wanted. One time we were at it on the dining room floor and my cock accidentally went up her bum. Fiona didn’t flinch at all. She just smiled and called me a naughty boy. So anal became part of our repertoire from then on. And one time when we did anal it was a bit messy so we went into the shower to clean ourselves up. While we were in there Fiona said, “Will you piss on me?” So I did. She crouched down in the cubicle and I pissed on her face and chest. Then she returned the compliment on me, getting me to kneel down then pulling her pussy lips apart and squirting her hot piss on my face and neck. I’d never done watersports before, and I can’t say that I got that much out of it, but at least I can say I’ve done it now!
One time when I saw Fiona her younger sister and her boyfriend were staying with her. She was only about 22. They were going out but Fiona had told her about me so she waited till I arrived as she was dying to meet me. When we met her sister came in for a kiss, but instead of giving me a peck on the cheek she gave me a full blown snog with her tongue deep inside my mouth. Fiona smiled but her boyfriend looked very displeased. I think forwardness towards sex must have run in Fiona’s family!
Not long after that Fiona’s work contract ran out and she had to move to the other end of the country for her next one. There was no way we could carry on with her there, but I did see her twice after that though. The first time was when she was up visiting her mum and we met halfway and got a hotel for the afternoon. The other time we were due to get a hotel room near me as she was passing through the area, but she was running late so we cancelled the room and had a quickie in the car instead. The funny thing about that encounter was that when I turned her round to do her doggy style she had a dingleberry in her arsehole. So I cleaned her up with a wet-wipe and fucked her anyway!
I managed to track Fiona down on 192 and it seems that she’s living not far from her home town with some bloke. She’s not changed her name though so I guess they’re not married. She once told me she never would because she couldn’t ever see herself being faithful to just one man. I bet she hasn’t changed much! I'm hoping she might read this and get in touch again. She'll recognise everything from the story, but no-one else will.
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