I’ve actually had a few sexual encounters that should’ve happened but didn’t because of my faux pas. One of the most memorable was a fitness girl from the gym. Yes, she had an amazing body and probably would’ve ridden me like a wild horse.
I walked into the gym and looked up at the second-floor stretch area, seeing a girl with black hair wearing black cycling shorts. Her leg muscles and ass protruded, making me hard. I rushed upstairs to get a better look at her and saw that her face was just as nice as her body. Guys checked her out as she walked past, and I glanced.
I waited for the perfect opportunity. Although that usually doesn’t exist, it did in this case. She walked downstairs into the empty cycling studio. I followed her and asked if there was an imminent class. She said, no, and I looked at the unoccupied bikes. “Can I use that one?” I asked, pointing to the one next to her. She gestures that I was welcome to use it.
I got on the bike and then started chatting with her. She told me about breaking up with her fiance a week earlier. She met him through a mutual friend and wasn’t initially interested. He messaged her every day for a month, but she didn’t reply. Eventually, she gave in, and they ended up together. Just shows you that persistence pays off.
The funny part was that he kicked her out of the house days before they were about to get married. I can’t remember the reason for the break, but I recall her saying he was on steroids. I’m not sure if he had anger issues, but he was unhappy about her modelling. She had raunchy photos he didn’t approve of, and she told me he gave her many problems because of them.
After talking for some time, we decided to walk out together. She fetched her clothes from the locker room, and I waited outside. In front of the gym, we sat on a retaining wall. She had her legs crossed, facing me. After a few minutes, I put my hand on her leg, and she stood up. I sensed that she was uncomfortable with the physicality.
She walked back inside the gym, wanting to train again. I followed her, and she shouted, “Go. Just go.” I was confused and certain her reaction had nothing to do with me touching her. She stared at me for a few seconds, and I said, “Come walk me to my car.” She gladly obliged.
Beside my car, she stared at my lips as I spoke. I saw she wanted them pressed against hers. I got even closer to her and kissed her. My lips lowered to her neck, and she raised her chin. I sucked and licked her neck. We stared at each other, and she told me that she wanted to go back inside the gym to train more. She told me that she would message me, and we kissed.
The following day, I didn’t receive a message. Nor the next day.
On Friday night, I met up with a friend. I told him the story, and he suggested I call her.
On Saturday, I called the girl. She sounded happy to hear from me. After calling her out on her lie about not contacting me, which she laughed at, I suggested we get together. She agreed and told me that she was on her way to the gym.
I arrived at the gym earlier than she specified. After waiting for half an hour, I believed that she had left. Twenty minutes after we were supposed to meet, she walked out. I was relieved and horny. She walked out in high heels, a white tank top and jeans that revealed her curves while pulling a luggage bag. Her blow-dried hair suggested that she took time to get ready.
She put her arms around me, and we kissed. Then, she asked where my car is because her mother dropped her off. I was baffled that she didn’t come with her car, but her behaviour suggested she wanted to be close to me.
In the car, she told me that I’m hot. I wore tighter clothes that day than the night we met, so I figured she got a better look at my body.
After we stopped at a petrol shop to buy snacks, I drove to a nearby mall. I wanted to get to know her, but she had more sensual intentions.
I parked the car, and then we made out. We got out of the car and stood beside it. She lifted my jersey and ran her hand over my chest. I was self-conscious, so I pulled back. It was clear to me that she was horny. Her subsequent statement made that evident.
“Let’s go to your place,” she said.
My dad had stayed with me at the time. I said, “It’s a one-bedroom place, and my dad’s there. He’ll hear everything.”
“I don’t mind.”
Woah. That actually blew my mind. That day, I realised nothing could stop a girl when she wants dick. I was certain that if I had suggested sex in the parking lot, she might’ve gone for it (read my second encounter for this scenario). I told her that we could go another time as I had no reason to think I wouldn’t see her again. She told me on the way to the mall that we were together, insinuating we were a couple.
Many of my encounters with women progress really quickly, so I wasn’t surprised she said that.
I dropped her off at her house, and she told me that she would message me the following day. Since we had built up a strong connection, I believed that she was serious about us.
The following day, she didn’t message me. I was devasted. She lied again, and I was sick of it. I realised that she was only using me for sex, which was fine, but I was peeved that I hadn’t realised it to take advantage of the situation.
When we were in the cycling studio, she mentioned statements about seeking her ex-fiance’s approval. I realised that he was the motivation for her working out a lot. She wanted to look good for him and hoped that he would take her back. At the mall, she told me in a sad tone that she found out her ex-fiance had gotten laid after their break up. I don’t know how she found out, but she was upset about it.
On Monday morning, she was at the gym. I saw her in my peripheral vision staring at me. Then, she literally ran out of the gym, and I never saw her again.
You would think that encounter would’ve taught me to jump at the chance when a woman offered me sex. But no. My stupidity knows no bounds.
The second encounter was with an Indian woman I had picked up at a casino. We dated for a few weeks when we met at a restaurant to make plans to rent a hotel room. She called a hotel from the restaurant and booked a room for another day.
After our meal. we went to her car, and she drove from the open parking to the covered level below. Although the new parking spot was more inconspicuous, it was close to the entrance. An abundance of people walked behind her car to enter the mall.
She reclined her seat and kept smiling at me. We had kissed a few times, but I didn’t take it further. A cleaner kept looking at us, and I figured that she booked a room because she wanted sex in a private setting.
When we met up a few days later, she said, “You should’ve banged me in my car that day.”
My mind was blown again. I couldn’t believe that she wouldn’t have minded people seeing me hump her and the car rocking as we got jiggy. I should’ve remembered that nothing stops a girl when she wants dick.
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