HumpDayHoratio
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Worked at a Dept Store in college. We get a new check-out girl. She was tall, blond, always wore short skits with leggings as was the style at the time, and to top it off she drove a ‘66 Mustang convertible! We started to meet after work, going to coffee shops and the like. I had a LTGF going to school in a town about an hour and a half away, she was unattached at the moment.
I really enjoyed my time with this girl but there was one problem. Her best friend was an absolute STUNNER! I couldn’t get past it. When we spent time all together, she was all I could think about. She was out of my league, attached (BF was a stud), but I just couldn’t get past it.
Up until this time, we had only exchanged a kiss or two. One night she drops by when I had decided to stay in and just chill out. My roommate was out of town and my GF hadn’t come up for this weekend (although she was known to just pop in unannounced) So it was the perfect setup.
Call me stupid (it fits!), young and naïve, or just all the conflicting emotions of the GF down south and this girls bestie, I just couldn’t pull the trigger.
One of my biggest ”What If’s” I left on the table.
Because of this, I didn’t leave many on the table afterwards.
Except for my landlord after I was married. She was tall, Hispanic, had style in spades and saucy as they come. She would pop in from time to time to check up on our apartment (it was a converted mansion) so she was very familiar with my wife and I.
We were at a large party one night and there is Elena. She was very drunk and chats and jokes with us. As the night wears on we bump into each other several times and I‘d get her drinks. My wife had wandered off but was in eyesight of both of us. We were standing a little to close, in that sexual spark type of close. She leans in and whispers how do I like being married. I respond with a typical response, and then she blurts out “that‘s cool, I LOVE a challenge!” She then gives me the look. You know that look. The ball is in your court look. The let’s make plans look. The I’m yours for the taking look.
Out of respect for my wife and honestly I was trying to change my bar hopping, butterfly chasing ways, I politely declined or maybe I just stood there dumbfounded. I honestly don’t remember.
She was a few years older than me, a true man eater so to speak. I don’t regret it but I sure do wonder sometimes.
I really enjoyed my time with this girl but there was one problem. Her best friend was an absolute STUNNER! I couldn’t get past it. When we spent time all together, she was all I could think about. She was out of my league, attached (BF was a stud), but I just couldn’t get past it.
Up until this time, we had only exchanged a kiss or two. One night she drops by when I had decided to stay in and just chill out. My roommate was out of town and my GF hadn’t come up for this weekend (although she was known to just pop in unannounced) So it was the perfect setup.
Call me stupid (it fits!), young and naïve, or just all the conflicting emotions of the GF down south and this girls bestie, I just couldn’t pull the trigger.
One of my biggest ”What If’s” I left on the table.
Because of this, I didn’t leave many on the table afterwards.
Except for my landlord after I was married. She was tall, Hispanic, had style in spades and saucy as they come. She would pop in from time to time to check up on our apartment (it was a converted mansion) so she was very familiar with my wife and I.
We were at a large party one night and there is Elena. She was very drunk and chats and jokes with us. As the night wears on we bump into each other several times and I‘d get her drinks. My wife had wandered off but was in eyesight of both of us. We were standing a little to close, in that sexual spark type of close. She leans in and whispers how do I like being married. I respond with a typical response, and then she blurts out “that‘s cool, I LOVE a challenge!” She then gives me the look. You know that look. The ball is in your court look. The let’s make plans look. The I’m yours for the taking look.
Out of respect for my wife and honestly I was trying to change my bar hopping, butterfly chasing ways, I politely declined or maybe I just stood there dumbfounded. I honestly don’t remember.
She was a few years older than me, a true man eater so to speak. I don’t regret it but I sure do wonder sometimes.