This is my first ever entry, please be kind to me. I appreciate your comments and feedback and support. This was a true occurrence that happened to me about 2 years ago. I still keep the panties and the pictures as a reminder of that special night.
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It started off pretty innocently. I was single for the first time in several years and was enjoying my freedom.
I am 35 and just your average guy, but I seem lucky to have the ability to charm a woman with my words...which is where this story begins.
It was Valentine's Day and I was glad to be single for a change. So, about 10 p.m. I decided to put on a pair of khakis and a black sweater and head to the local bar up the street from my apartment.
Once there, it seemed like a good crowd and there was a band playing in the back. I ordered up a beer and began talking to several friends of mine, when a strange, but familiar voice whispered in my ear.
"Hi sexy," the voice whispered. I hesitated to turn around, not being able to tell exactly whom the husky voice belonged to.
Slowly I turned, only to find Melanie, an old high school friend standing behind me, with a big grin on her face.
We hugged, as long lost friends do, kissing each other on the cheek and embracing tightly. "It's been so long since I have seen you, I thought you were gone forever," she said as she pulled her head back to look into my eyes.
"I know, it's been 15 years, at least," I said, not wanting to let her go from my arms.
Melanie pulled up a bar stool next to mine and hung on my shoulder as we caught up on the lengthy absence.
Both single, it seemed like the perfect night, not having anyone to be jealous of us spending time together and no expectations of what the night had in store.
We drank and talked for quite a while before we decided to hit the dance floor for some fun.
"You still know how to shake that sweet ass of yours," I said, watching her move and sway to the music.
"And I see you still have your rhythm," she said in return. We danced several songs together, drinking and enjoying the show each of us was putting on for the other.
Alas, the band began to play a slow love song, and without blinking, she grabbed me in her arms and pulled me to her, as close as she could get.
We danced, holding each other for what seemed like hours, kissing, feeling each other's arms, and looking into each other's eyes.
As the lights began to come on, we realized it was closing time and we were about to face the idea of leaving each other, something neither of us wanted to do.
"Where are you going now," she asked.
"Home," I said. "Unless you have another idea."
"Well, I just thought it would be nice to hang out some more and have a few more drinks."
Soon, we were headed to my truck, six pack in hand. As we arrived at my place, we got comfortable on the couch and turned on some music.
We opened a couple of the beers we had bought and just began reminiscing of old times and the friends we loved and lost over the years.
By this point, I was sure that sex was on the agenda, something we had never done together, but always wanted to.
As the night wore on, we began kissing and fondling each other, teasing each other and basically driving each other crazy.
As the beer caught up with us, she excused herself and headed to the bathroom.
Minutes later, she emerged from the bathroom, only to head into my bedroom. Not wanting to look too eager, I waited in the living room for a minute and finished my beer, before heading to the bathroom myself.
I cleaned up the empty bottles and took them to the kitchen. Making sure the doors were locked and things were tidy in the living room, I headed into the bedroom to join this beautiful woman who was lying on my bed.
"Sweetie, are you ok," I asked.
A slight moan was the response I got, realizing she was passed out from the amount of alcohol she had drank through the night.
I climbed in bed next to her, noticing that she had removed her jeans.
Lifting up the sheets, I noticed the sexy little red thong she was wearing, that I had seem earlier peeking out the top of her jeans as we danced. She had her shirt and bra still on and was fast asleep in my bed.
I turned on the clock radio to have some music playing and laid down next to her on the bed.
She snuggled up against me, trying to get closer to me as I lay on the bed beside her. I slowly stroked her long blond hair, gently kissed her neck and earlobe, all the time running my hand along the smooth skin of her leg and hip.
Soon after that, she rolled over and tried to remove her top.
I assisted her as she slid it up and over her lovely 34D tits. While she struggled, I unhooked her bra and slid it off as she was struggling with her shirt.
Finally, she seemed comfortable and rolled back over and off to dreamland.
My dilemma began at that moment...having a beautiful woman lying in my bed, wearing nothing but a pair of red thong panties and, for the most part, unconscious from the alcohol she had consumed.
I laid next to her, listening to the soft music playing and decided to just explore her body with my hands. I let my hands slide gently across her body, tracing her tits with my fingers, being careful not to touch her nipples directly.
My hands roamed across her nearly naked body, feeling her soft, warm skin against my hands. Finally, my curiosity got the better of me and I began to lightly kiss her neck.
I slowly kissed my way down her chest and began to softly take each nipple into my mouth, kissing and sucking, ever so gently so as not to wake her.