Friendly Favors
 

Anyone have any good stories about getting "help" from a good lady friend. Not your girlfriend, mind you, but a friend. Favors usually consist of either a hand, or blow job, in my opinion...and if you have to kiss or make-out with the girl, it's something else entirely....Here is one of mine...I have a few more too.

In college I became good friends with a girl and her roommate, let's call her Danielle. Danielle was a great friend, and we were very close. We used to sleep in the same bed with each other regularly after nights of drinking. One night when I was very horny, and vocal about it, her roommate suggested that Danielle give me a blowjob. So she blew me as her roommate lay awake in the bed across the room (these were double rooms with two beds in each).

This became almost a nightly occurrence for a long time, to the point where we would be hanging out in the middle of the evening and I would just ask her to suck my dick. I never had to kiss her, touch her, or do anything to her. She would let me play with her boobs while she blew me, and

She would always swallow too, which I loved. Towards the end of this period, she got back together with her on-off boyfriend from home (not too far from school) and would still blow me regularly. What a good friend.

Sounds like a nearly perfect arrangement you had going on.

it was perfect. i have more similiar stories too, but i am waiting to see if others contribute!

After reading the theme to this topic, I asked my girlfriend whether or not she has ever done anything with, or for someone she was just friends with. While we are open about each others past sex history, I dont know about every guy shes blown and all, so many things are still mysteries. However she never does hide anything if I ask, and low and behold, I actually find out she had a story for this one.

She said in her senior year of high school she was good friends with this one guy who was on again and off again with his girlfriend. They were drinking at a party one night talking and he was off again with the gf and it came up that not only would his gf never blow him, but that he had never received a blow job in his life before.

She said afterwards they were talking and she told him that if he wouldnt let it ruin their friendship, she would give him his first. (She told me she felt bad for him, and didnt see anything wrong with it, and figured it was just a blow job, plus she hated the girl he was on and off with, so didnt feel like she was being disrespectfull either).

She went back to his house with him, unbuckled him and went down on him, and said she had to actually 'yell' at him twice. He tried to kiss her and then wanted to go down on her. She said she told him it was a bj or nothing, so she took off her shirt and let him look at her boobs while she continued, the whole time thinking this was probably a mistake, but might as well finish now. But she said when he finally came, it was so much she couldnt keep it all in her mouth, and said they ended up laughing about it. She said surprisingly it never affected their friendship, and he never brought it up again, though they arent nearly as good friends now as they were in high school.

awesome story woodland!!!

another favor
 

Here's another of mine-

When I was 18, just beginning college, I had a brief relationship with a junior...she was 21, maybe 22...All her friends were older, and one especially, let's call her Sarah, was very flirtatious with me. My girlfriend and I would often hang out at her place and in the summer we would sunbathe on her roof. One time after sunbathing Sarah changed in front of me while my girlfriend was in the shower. She walked around in a thong for a long time and I could clearly see her dark bush under the thin layer of fabric. She was less comfortable topless, I think because she had small tits, but she was completely confident about her ass, which she knew was nice.

Anyway, one day Sarah and I met for lunch in the park and layed in the sun for a few minutes. We weren't dressed for sunbathing, and when I took my shirt off I goaded her into doing the same. She sunbathed in a bra, which wasn't see-thru or anything, but the act still excited me and I continued to try to goad her....

When we sat up and put our shirt back on she said "geez mark" and, scooting closer to me, she unzipped my pants and pulled my dick out. She said "maybe this will help you." And proceeded to give me a handjob right there in the park! There was no one directly around us or anything, but it was the middle of the day and we easily could have been caught.

As she jerked me she told me how she enjoyed giving hand jobs and did it regularly. She was great, and to this day it remains far and away the best HJ I have ever had.

I came in about three minutes, as she talked to me, I interrupted her to tell her I was gonna cum. She took one hand off my cock and started looking through her bag for a tissue or something, and before she could find one i erupted all over the place...On her pants, my shorts, her arm, the grass...We had a good laugh about it after.

We are still friends to this day, and she actually told me the other day that she became engaged to her boyfriend of one year. Damn, even after a few years I still wish I could get another friendly favor from her...

Agreed...FUCK!

hahahaha...fantastic stories, all. Thanks.

I am a few years out of graduate school but I am more than happy to share a method that worked for me in hopes it might help someone else out. I'm going to type a bunch because it took a lot of thought processes to keep myself on track and to not screw these situations up. I am no sex God or anything, I was just your regular guy trying to see some boobies.

When I was hanging out with my good female friends I would start rubbing their backs while watching television or if they made a comment that they were sore, etc. I would make sure I did a REALLY good job, asking them what felt best and where to hit the tough spots and once I gained their confidence I could put my hands to their back from under their shirt. As time went on I would eventually get them to go lay on their stomach in the bed. I was always very casual about that, saying "come lay on your stomach in the bed so I can do a better job." By first putting the image in their head that they were going to be laying on their stomach getting a massage, they are focusing on that rather than thinking about how you are getting them into the bed!

Now that they were in the bed I could start rubbing their back. But wait, all that freedom of movement I got from rubbing their back under their shirt when they were sitting erect ;) is gone. I would start to make it seem tough to rub them over their shirt, making it feel gritty as their shirt rubbed against them or act like I was not able to get my hands far under their shirt since they are laying on most of it. From here, it gets easy. A simple, "you're wearing a bra, right? Let me slide your shirt off so I can get at the top of your back" (Note: this one got me into trouble once, “slide” rather than “take”). Once again you are making them comfortable by reminding them they are wearing a bra so it is okay to continue the massage rather than think about how you now have them half-naked! Then I would start rubbing in sweeping motions across their back but now that bra strap is catching hell! "Mind if I unhook this, it is getting in the way?" :). At some point boobies will work their way into the picture but it is, of course, tricky. I had luck when starting to rub their legs as well, some would quickly dump the unhooked bra to get those pants off so you could rub their legs.

In one case, while I had a girlfriend, a freshman (virgin) would let me unhook the bra but would always re-hook it to remove her pants, etc. This was frustrating and went on for quite a while but during one massage I had the thought to rub her legs, lightly on her stomach and sides and to the top part of her shoulders. Then I had her put her head in my lap so I could rub her head. Done correctly it simply puts them comatose and in this particular situation I finally gave up and innocently said, "Can I take off your bra so I have something to look at while I rub your head?” (“take” did work this time). I think the bra flew so far it hit the other wall across the room. After a couple of months of this the bra was off and boobies were flapping before she even got in the bed. For those interested, she was your “girl next door” with medium height, brown hair, a cute face and medium breasts. The breasts were big enough to sag and the areolas were dark and on the larger side. Her nipples were flat and did not get erect (that I saw).

In the rare occasions it got to that point, I would play it safe though and rub the breasts rather than fondle them, no sense screwing up a good thing when there really isn’t much different between the two methods!

I had one girl, she was rather tall with freckles on her chest, face and back. She had no problem dropping the clothes in order to get a massage. She was fully-built, nothing flabby, just solid I guess you could say. She was not very proportional up top as they were smaller and very erect and stood away from her body, they were different than I had seen before in person so I really enjoyed them. When she was laying on her stomach I would rub her all over and when rubbing her ass I would do it in a way so I could get a great view of everything. When she would turn over so I could do her legs I loved seeing her tits pointing so far up (she had pale tits with medium sized areolas and flat nipples). Of course I got to them eventually. After a few meetings she started giving me a naked massage after she got hers but I also got a happy ending! I unfortunately didn't live close by so this only happened a few times.

Most importantly, if there was anything that I learned in college, it is that it NEVER hurts to ask! (especially if it is in a respectful and humble manner) I had far more sexual experiences because I simply asked politely.

great story aayla, thank you!

Thanks for the memory!
 

Thanks so much Marky for creating this topic. As I read the other entries I began to think if I had gone through anything similar. It suddenly hit me that I had and obviously since completely forgotten about it. Memory ain't what it used to be, apparently!

Back in the late '90s, I broke up with my first serious girlfriend in the month of January. It was an amicable enough split and, if we ever bumped into each other on campus, we'd go for a coffee and a chat. It was good.

That July, I was in the city where she's from visiting some other friends. Saturday morning I called her up - which back then meant I went to a payphone and called her parents' house! Anyway, she was at a loose end too so she said she'd come in to town and we could hang out. We met up around 3pm and had our usual coffee. I told her I was thinking of going to a gig that evening (Teenage Fanclub, anyone remember them?) and asked her if she'd be interested. She said cool, so we were now committed to hanging out together for the rest of the day.

We hadn't much money either of us so we just started walking around the city to pass the time. At around 5.30 we were strolling around the campus of the city's university when what I can only describe as a deluge of a thunder shower opened up on us. As I said it was July, so the university wasn't very busy. The few people that were around dashed for cover, and we did too. Not knowing this college, we didn't know what buildings were public access etc so, after a frantic dash, we ended up stopped at an open-air, but covered, staircase which was outside one of the Sports Building's firedoors.

The stairs was about 12 steps long and was topped by the firedoor. Above us was presumably the rest of the emergency staircase that went up through the whole building.

So we sit there for a few minutes and the rain keeps pouring. I'm afraid I can't remember what we talked about exactly (hey, I'd forgotten this whole memory until today!) but I'm guessing we must have gotten onto how we were doing without each other and I must have mentioned that I really missed the sex... :-)

What I do remember is that she reached over, opened my trouser button, and freed my dick, which was already on the way to full mast. She then proceeded to give me a hand-job, there on the public staircase, about 3 feet off ground level, overlooking a sports field. It was like 5.30! If it hadn't been for the rain clearing everyone we'd have been in danger of being reported for indecent exposure!

This girl gave great hand-jobs. She's second only to myself in my experience so far! But being so exposed in broad daylight kinda freaked me out for a bit and it took me a bit of a while to get close to cumming. OK, we're talking like 6 or 7 minutes here, but that was quite a long time for one of her handjobs. :-)

Eventually, the rain began to lessen and she told me I'd better hurry up or else we'd have to stop before I could cum. I told her I was close actually (thankfully!). Do you know what she did? Not having any tissues or anything, she turned me towards her and made a cup shape with one of her hands under my dick.

So I finally came and she did her best to catch the stuff in her hand. She got most of it and, now that the rain had just about stopped, jogged down the stairs and went to the nearest patch of sportsfield and washed her hand with the wet grass.

I got my trousers closed and only then thought to look and see if there was a security camera covering the stairs. Thankfully (again, it was the '90s) there wasn't so, after I'd said "Thanks", I mentioned it to her. She blushed herself at that and admitted that she'd never thought of cameras either.

"No evidence so." I said.

"Not quite", she said, and pointed out a trail of drops of cum from our step, down the stairs and onto the grass. :-)

Now, how on earth could I have forgotten all that?!!?!

great story shnowballs! that's what i am talking about.

anyone else got one?

Pool BJ
 

I often went on holiday with a friend of mine. She is about my age (35), slim and good looking. She's got blond hair, brown eyes and lovely but small tits.
A while ago we spent the weekend in a superior hotel on the Baltic Sea.
She is easy with being nude and doesn't mind staying at the nude beach or in the sauna.
One evening we went into the spa area of our hotel and she quickly got rid of her wicked weasel bikini. We soon realized there were only a few people around and so we fooled around a little. After the sauna we went into the whirlpool and relaxed. The whirlpool could be turned on by pushing a small button but you had to wait a couple of minutes to restart it after it had stopped.
After a while I told her I really loved it when she's naked on the beach and if she'd mind if I took a photo of her topless. She said she wouldn't even mind if she was completely nude in the pic as long as I promised to keep it to myself, which seemed only ok for me.
We sat in the pool and she asked me what photo I'd like to have and what she should do. I honestly had no idea what to tell her - I simply hadn't thought about it. So she suggested some things, like covering her boobs or not, opening her legs, standing, lying, front/back shots and so on. Some "positions" she even showed me while we were sitting in the whirlpool.
As you can imagine, this gave me quite a hard-on. When the bubbles stopped, she realized this as well and gave me a smile. She came closer and grabbed my cock which really gave me the thrills. It was a fantastic feeling - it seemed she didn't do it for the first time there.
She continued talking about the shooting - and chose the explicit way of describing sexy positions - while stroking my cock. Well...
It didn't take long until I came - I exploded and shot a white load into the pool. She smiled and simply pushed the whirlpool button saying something like "destroying the evidence".
Only a few weeks later I realized we hadn't even checked if there were security cams around.
The next day we really went to the beach and took photos of each other.


We are a couple for almost a year now. The trip was a giant step into that direction. Taking nude photos of her has become one of my (or should I say our) favourite hobbies and is a must on all our trips. She enjoys it, and often we use the opportunity to have sex or she gives me a handjob when no one is around.
So if you liked this one I can add some more stories here.

Many, many years ago I had a friend named Shannon. I can’t even recall how things started, but she was the ex-gf of a friend of mine and he treated her SO badly I think she just liked being around a guy that was kind to her. I was in my thirties, she was probably 23-24 at the time. She was cute, very thin, with very small breasts. But she had really nice legs and an amazing bubble butt.

In the interest of full disclosure, I was happily married at the time. I think that helped her feel “safe” somehow.

She used to come to my office after hours, often bringing something to drink like wine, beer or most memorably, the mixings for white Russians (she loved those). We’d surf porn, talk about sex and trade massages. It was pretty mild but I’m sure wifey wouldn’t have approved!

She’d swing by every so often, maybe 4-5 times a month. It was fun for us both. She knew she could torment me with her tiny boobs and gorgeous butt (my two favorite things)yet things would always remain under control.

One memorable night, we popped downtown to a pool hall for a few games. She was in her usual tight jeans and looked spectacular bending over to take her shots. We were having a blast teasing each other and before long, other guys were stopping to watch her shoot as I egged her on.

For the final game, we made a bet: Loser would have to give the winner their underwear. It wasn’t exactly a wild bet, since she had pants on, after all, but we still had a great time and eventually I persevered. I demanded my payoff and she pretended to be embarrassed and headed for the ladies room. Soon, she emerged, hiding her panties in her pocket saying something about giving them to me outside.

We left the bar and as we walked past a mailbox, she reached in her pocket and dropped her undies in there. In mock-fury, I railed about her welching on our bet but really, I didn’t care. We laughed about it and got to my car and proceeded to head back to my office. I continued to razz her for doing what she did. Then she asked what I would have done if *I* lost. I told her I would have obliged as I wasn’t very shy! Then she asked if I was serious. And I said: “Shannon, if you wanted to see my dick, I’d show you. Why not?”

She looked at me and turned very serious. Her voice lowered and she said in a voice full of lust “right here. Right now.”

Well, didn’t I just screw myself! We’re in my car, mind you. Driving in the downtown of a major city.
When we got to a light where there were no cars tall enough to look in, I threw the car in park, unbuckled my seatbelt and pants and tugged my pants to my knees.

Her eyes were wide and fixed on my crotch. I wasn’t exactly hard but I wasn’t exactly soft, either. Terrified that a cop might pull up any second I got us out of downtown and back to my office parking lot.

There I pointed out how grossly unfair the night turned out, me with my dick out and her panties in some mailbox. I declared that the ONLY fair thing was for her to drop her pants too. And in the relative safety of our empty parking lot, she agreed! Whereupon she giggled a bit and then undid her seatbelt, slid her pants off slowly and there it was… her neatly trimmed bush!

I growled approval and my cock twitched to life at what she did. I told her to turn in the seat so I could see better and she, of course, complied. I let my hand fall on my rapidly swelling penis and she let out a purr of her own. That was all the encouragement I needed! I very slowly stroked myself I told her to play with her pussy. “It’s only fair” I said.

Her fingers slipped to her damp lips and she spread herself open for me, giving me quite a view of her young womanhood. I stroked slowly as she stared at my nakedness. Eventually, without either of us climaxing, we decided it would be smarter to move inside before we got caught. Being early summer, it was still light out and we weren’t exactly secluded. Nor was it a very nice part of town.

How does this get around to the “helping hand” question? Well, there was a bit of an encore of that night. A male friend of mine came by my office and we decided to go shoot pool. I had a stroke of genius and said “hang on… let me call Shannon!” I figured the addition of a cute, unattached female could only make things better! Soon she joined us and we headed out to play some cut throat.

Well, Shannon put on another great show. Mark was as enamored by her ass as I was. She enjoyed being the attention of these two older, married men and tortured us often taking more difficult shots just to bend over. She’d brush against us “accidentally” and give us long looks down her loose fitting top. Once, when Mark went to the men’s room, she backed her butt into me and left it there telling me what a great time she was having. (Mark later made a comment of how “into” me this girl was, but I didn’t believe him. We were just having fun with a cutie around, in my book.)

Soon enough, it was time to leave. We got back to the office and Mark headed home. Shannon hung around a bit longer and suggested we surf for porn. When we got inside, she grabbed me, pulled me close and gave me a long, hard kiss.

Now I was in trouble!

Her hands went to my pants and in a blur we were both naked. I REALLY wanted to remain faithful to my wife, though and Shannon knew this. Her hands were on my raging hard on and mine all over her ass and tits. I told her I really couldn’t go all the way and she said “that’s OK. I have an idea.” She told me to lay on the floor.

She kissed me hard again. “I know you’re a good husband but you need some relief.” Her “idea” was to give me a hand job.

It was amazing. Her kneeling beside me completely naked, both hands stroking my dick. It wasn’t long before I erupted all over her hands and the carpet! We hadn’t thought to prepare for that. When she finished, we sat in my office chair, she climbed up in my lap and we cuddled. She didn’t want me to reciprocate, which probably would have left me conflicted (I know, what a hypocrite!). But somehow it was just right.

We continued to get together for our “surfing sessions” and laughs for a few months but never went quite that far again. Eventually, she moved away and lost touch, though I heard from her on Facebook recently. But there are some memories I will always be thankful for and she’ll always thank me for teaching her what an orgasm is (a whole different story that I’ll get to someday!)

excellent story mrhitatchi! you have really raised the bar. who's next?

come on, i know you've all had a helping hand or a friendly favor!

obscene phone call
 

My ex wife worked for short period in a 7-11, she worked the late shift. One night the phone rang, when she answered it she could hear heavy breathing , so she started talking too the caller asking if he was jerking off. He started to moan she asked him if it felt good. Then she told him to take his time and enjoy himself. She sarted telling him about her tits and how whe would like him to suck on them, and how wet he was making her pussy. He sarted to moan louder and she told him to start jerking faster. All of a sudden he got really quiet and he whispered, thank you. she told him to call back anytime he wanted. When I heard about this I got jealous ,but now when I think back on it ,It really turns me on.