Once, several years ago when I was traveling Europe. I was staying with a some family friends in a village in Switzerland. The oldest daughter (who I had last seen when she was ~13) was on winter break from college and the rest of the family had school and work. So I mostly hung out with her. I thought she was cute but I didn’t really expect anything to happen. I wasn’t there for that long; I was staying with her parents; we really didn’t know each other; I’m older than her (her 22, me 29); and probably most importantly I’m just not that suave.
Anyway, we’re going for a walk in the green hills above her village and it’s a beautiful sunny day–a bit brisk, but nice. She shows me some of her childhood haunts and we end up lying on our backs watching the clouds.
Eventually she gets up and says she has to go to catch the bus to the city where she lives but that I should keep walking and enjoy the sun. I get up too, not wanting her to go, and say goodbye but sort of keep talking to her. I’m looking in her eyes and she looks a bit amused. It’s a weird moment where I feel like I’m reading her thoughts and feelings perfectly and I know she’s like “go ahead and kiss me” but I also don’t trust my gut about it and anyway I’m too afraid to do anything.
The look she gave me was enough to give me an immediate erection and when she leaves I had to go find a secluded spot and masturbate, I was so worked up.
It took a few more days, but we did end up sleeping together. It was a lot of work on her part to get me to the point where it happened. As I said, I’m not very suave.
So - not even remotely related to what the OP is talking about, am I right?
I’ve had a couple, one of which was at work. We had a consultant I had the serious hots for working on my team and after looking at him for a few hours I had to go to the toilet for a while. The other was at home when I was reading a different message board to this one, I can’t even remember what the subject was but it certainly flicked the switch.
The older brother of one of my friends was the first guy who made me really horny just thinking about him. I bumped into him when I was in the local shop with my mother; we flirted a bit in the queue. Got home, excused myself to my room, wanked myself silly at the thought of having sex with him. (I slept with him for real not long after that… it did not live up to expectations.)
Last summer, I was driving through Vermont. It was a beautiful sunny afternoon and I was enjoying a nice leisurely drive. Then I drove through Poultney which is the location of Green Mountain College, a predominantly female college.
Apparently the weather had attracted the students outdoors. There were a couple of hundred students, mostly young women, out in the commons enjoying the sun. Which meant that most of them were wearing very brief swimsuits. On a Caribbean beach I’d have been prepared for the sight, but seeing all these scantily attired women in the middle of a small town in New England was an unexpected delight.
However, I did not do anything more than drive by and enjoy the sight.
Exactly. Now that I’m both older and in a happy, long-term stable relationship, I can look back and see just how many opportunities for sex I missed. Not all of these were absolute sure things, but someone with a fractional clue would have moved on them:
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[li]Helping my female best friend with her laundry. Including her black, silk negligee.[/li][li]A different platonic female roommate mentioning how good she is at oral sex.[/li][li]Giving yet another very good female friend a massage, with oil, both us us naked.[/li][/ol]
I swear all three actually happened. Months later, I did have sex with the third. (I’m not completely dense.)
Once I worked room service for the Holiday Inn. A soccer tourney was going on in town. A room full of teenaged girls had ordered some food. They were all in their T-shirt and panties.
I actually went to their room twice that night. The first time they really didn’t do much. But then about two hours later they ordered more food. This time they were all acting silly, jumping around on the bed and flirting with me. (I suspect they got a hold of some alcohol)
Let’s just say I got quite a show. When I got home that night the first thing I had to do was “Go to my bunk”.
And before anybody gives me the stink eye; I was 18 at the time this happened.