Like delivering a pizza to a really hot woman and ending up naked with her, or fucking a next door neighbor who asked you to come fix her pipes.
Unfortunately my life isn’t that exciting. But I’ve always wondered if anyone anywhere has actually lived out the type of scene you might see in a porn movie where an average looking guy gets lucky by landing a really horny, really hot chick who wants to do it anytime, anywhere.
That’s me, all right.
Of course the hot chick is my wife, but I’m okay with that.
Since I know a former adult film actress (“Cheyenne Silver”), I suppose my answer to the OP’s question is yes.
I’m gonna call this a poll and move it from Cafe Society to IMHO.
twickster, Cafe Society mod
Yes, in my 20’s I was a fairly handsome fellow with more cash than I knew what to do with. Dating strippers almost exclusively, I’ve been in several “porn scene” situations.
My favorite is when I fell asleep on my couch in a drunken stupor. I wake up in the middle of the night to go take a piss. While I’m pee’n, I can hear my GF and her friend (who had been partying with us earlier that night) in the bedroom giggling like a couple of school girls.
I thought :dubious:, what the hell are these girls up to? I’m thinking they’re probably smoking a joint or something. So I walk in the room and there they are, both butt ass naked.
I’ll let your imagination fill in the rest.
Several times, but only the beginning is like the porn scenario. I go to an attractive woman’s place to fix her computer…
And I fix her computer…
Oh yeah…
Since she is one of my all time favorite adult film actresses I have to say I am jealous.
Unfortunately I also have to say I don’t think I’ve had any porn movie experiences. I’ve been in some pretty hot situations but I don’t think they’d make a believable porn scene. :dubious:(did I just say there were believable porn scenarios?)
I have a neighbor & pal I used to work with. He & I both travel a bunch & help out with DIY problems at each other’s house when we’re out of town.
So one day his fairly hot wife called to say she had a small basement flood & could I come look at it. He was in China.
So 9am Saturday I’m in her basement looking at clogged air conditioner drains and she’s standing there in her PJs and bathrobe. Her cellphone rings and it’s him, calling from China. Afer the usual “Hi I miss you I love you” routine she hands the phone off to me.
I do the matter-of-fact, “Hi, this is broke, I can fix that temporarily, you need to buy one of these when you get back” drill. He says “OK.”
I say “Oh yeah, by the way, your wife looks pretty damn tasty in that nightie”, hang up, and switch off the phone. Hand the phone back to wife who doesn’t notice it’s off.
He spends the next 4 hours trying to call her.
That’s the end of the story, but we had a good laugh about it when he got back.
Girl in apartment next door (who I’d never spoken to before) knocked on my door on Valentilne’s Day for a transparent booty call. I’m not sure if both parties in a porn movie ever have that desperate and sad thing going on, though. 
Also, “My wife would like to have sex with you.”
When I was a teen I was hired to be a “houseboy” once a week. The woman of the house would have me do tough chores like beating rugs and scrubbing down the fireplace grates and scrubbing down the stained fiberglass deck chairs before a party. Then at one point she pops out in just her robe and announces that she’s going to take a shower, even though she had one that morning and would take another just before the party. I didn’t catch on at the time but all my pals said they had just seen The Graduate and that I’d been dense to a come-on.
When I was 21 I was delivering a pizza and the door was answered by a good-looking teenage girl (15-17, I guessed) wearing an open, plaid flannel shirt over a T-shirt and panties (yes, definitely panties, not a swimsuit). I have no idea why she answered the door like that, but her demeanor was that of somebody for whom that was a completely normal thing; no blushing or giggling as if she was doing it on a dare. I was caught by surprise, but managed to complete the transaction as if it was completely normal for young ladies to answer the door dressed that way.
And dammit, nobody believed me when I got back to the pizza place and told them about it :mad:
Almost had a foursome in a hot tub a couple years later. It was me, my girlfriend, her best friend, and best friend’s boyfriend. It got as far as my girlfriend doing the other guy and me playing with the other girl’s tits, but then the other girl started freaking out (she was nowhere near as adventurous and “willing to experiment” as my GF was), and it stopped there. We ended up in separate rooms with our own partners to finish up.
Would getting picked up by a stripper in DC when I was 20 count? I’m not sure if that sort of thing has been in a porn scene or not though.
Apparently you are not as cute as I am. 
I have had 2 computer repair calls turn into sex now and 2 others that got pretty touchy feely.
As a grad student in college, my existing shared-living-space scenario was not working out so I was calling folks who had a room in a shared house / split the rent / share the kitchen, etc.
Initial meeting was around a case of beer and a pipe was passed and we chatted about school and art and music and whatnot, plus household responsibilities and my income and ability to make the rent. SECOND meeting, during which I was to deliver 1st month and security deposit and receive keys, I was shown the big bathtub upstairs by two of the women in the house, who then invited me to try it with them. With champagne and more weed.
Good times.
The one time I felt in a porn movie was when a good friend of mine hooked me up with a guy she knew, a self described communist american guy. I just knew I had to at the very least meet him!
I rejoined him at some upper class restaurant, he was charming and cute, we got drunk on some awsome (and fucking expensive) champagne, we began to kiss in the restaurant, then we were barely out of the place he already had his hand inside my pants. We ended up in a cabin in a big parisian gay sex club where I was able to finally put to use all this porn talk I had memorized from watching way too many cheesy american porn movies. The techno music helped too 
It was funny and hot lol
I had been flown to the Washington area to be polygraphed for my Top Secret clearance. They had put me up in a hotel near where these tests would take place. I was in bed, relaxing for the potentially stressful next day.
Suddenly the door to my room opens. In walks a tall and blonde and gorgeous flight attendant. She puts her bag on the dresser, back turned to me, apparently unaware that she is not alone. I’m stunned and say nothing. She turns and shows shock upon seeing me.
After a brief and confused exchange, she informs me that, from time to time, occupied rooms are accidentally assigned. She shot me a mischievous smile and then said, “You know, we could just share the room.”
It suddenly occurred to me that this was probably a test by the government agency I was here to be polygraphed for! They wanted to see whether I was susceptible to a scenario which could put me in a compromising situation.
“No, ma’am,” I said firmly. “That is not going to happen.” (Keep in mind, I really wanted this job.)
“Are you kidding me?!” she asked, with a look of anger and puzzlement on her face.
“Ma’am, please leave,” I repeated.
She grabbed her bag in a fury and left, slamming the door behind her.
After I was at work in my Top Secret job, I asked the security people about this incident and learned that they don’t do such things at all.
Back when I was single, I lived with 2 men and one king sized bed in a one bedroom flat. Pretty much sums it up.
At one Navy duty station where I had to stand night duty as an on-call emergency maintenance guy, I got a call about a refrigerator making a lot of racket. This was at a base where womens’ husbands were constantly being deployed with their squadrons. I arrived to find the little wifey in a fairly diaphanous gown, who pointed me toward the kitchen. I couldn’t hear anything, but pulled the fridge out and checked behind to see if the cooling fan was hitting anything. She moved up close enough behind me that I was feeling a bit uncomfortable. I pushed the fridge back and mumbled something about perhaps cleaning underneath to remove any debris, and she says “well, there wasn’t really any noise; I just wanted someone to talk to.” I made a graceful but quick exit, even though I felt sorry for her.
You should ask her to do an “Ask the…” thread. Seriously, that would be very interesting to hear.
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