I have been a cfnm fan for a long time, but didn't know the term until I stumbled across some male stripper videos online, in which multiple guys were treated as sex objects by groups of cheering ladies, and I was jealous of those guys. I used to have fantasies about it when I was in my early teen years, but I hadn't had a name to put to it. I even had a couple potential cfnm opportunities in high school, but felt it would be too
creepy to pursue them, and especially with the amount of eagerness and excitedness I felt at the time. One day, though, I somehow got the chance to bring my cfnm fantasies to life...
I have this hot friend named...well...let's just say her name is Wendy :D She's from the midwest and sometimes travels to California to visit one of her cousins who lives here. In fact, I met her while she was visiting her cousin at a clothing store where I used to work. She was strolling in the area, and I introduced myself when we first met. She was very sweet, laid-back, and very pretty. She hung out in the store
for a while and we just made friendly chit-chat, and when she left, I figured the odds of seeing her again were really low, because I worked near a mall and with plenty of other clothing stores to get her attention. A week later, though, I was surprised to see her again, and I started to think she was the curious type, but I figured, someone as desirable as she, could have anyone she wanted, so maybe she was just looking to make local friends.
We did start hanging out, just as friends, and go see movies together in town, as well as go to places for lunch and dinner, and we'd talk very comfortably about our personal lives, which seemed easy for both of us, but she never seemed attracted to me, and unfortunately, she had to go back home to her regular job. We still kept in touch over the phone, though.
Several years later, it turned out she was able to afford another trip out to California, and I was thrilled! We talked for a while and she told me she had become engaged to someone where she lived, and I wondered if I'd missed an opportunity with her. She had always been easygoing about the idea of sex and relationships. Once again, our conversations drifted toward relationships and dating and, of course, sex. She told me that her fiance was having trouble having sex with her because every time she'd move at all, it would throw off his rhythm. She also said he confessed to masturbating while thinking about another girl, but he refused to tell her whom it was; perhaps someone they both knew in person. As we talked, I wanted to share my own personal sexual details of my life with her, but I had little experience, despite being three years older than she, in my mid-twenties at the time. I decided to test her for a reaction by telling her I love to masturbate and especially would love to have a girl watch. To my surprise, she said that idea excited her. I thought we were about to have phone sex, but it didn't come to that, although we both said we were starting to feel a little dampness on our clothes. I didn't want to interfere in her relationship, but wished I could help her in some way...
When Wendy arrived in California, she called me and let me know when she was settled in at her cousin's place. I told her I could meet her near my old job close to the beach, and she agreed. Wendy was always hot. She's a cute, skinny lil' thing, half black, half Native-American, with perfect skin, a sweet smile, and barely more than 5'1 tall. I am also skinny, but a pale white guy at 6'3, with long blond hair and at the time I
had just started wearing contacts. I saw her from a distance, and this time, she didn't look so innocent. I'm no fashion guru, but I'd say she was dressed like a goth, French maid, in all black, with a laced skirt and long stockings, and her hair in braids. She looked like a fill-in for Morticia from the Addams Family. She still had the sweetness of an innocent girl, though!
As we walked down the street on the edge of the cliff that overlooked the beautiful Pacific, I couldn't help noticing tons of guys in the area, staring at her and grinning. I felt honored just to get to walk with a girl so cute and charming. I told Wendy that I had a creepy feeling about the guys around us, and she said she felt the same way. She had carried a small shoulder bag with her, in case she wanted to change cos of the weather, I think. We stopped at a nearby public restroom and I waited for her to change. She left the restroom, wearing a more simple top and some jeans. Although I thoroughly enjoyed her other outfit, at least I felt we were safer with she wearing something more simple.
