New years eve

[exhibitw*tcher]

Originally Posted by patrickbateman

A pic of my wifes tidy bum. Shout out if you want to see more

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[snowlvn]

shout shout shout...

[Fredox2]

Back in 1969 -at 18- I returned home from a year as an exchange student to find, among other changes, that my brother's best friend, who was two years older than I, had gotten a girl pregnant and married her, and was now a father. Because they were the only people in our group who lived like "real adults" they were also the site of the best parties. New years eve was a great one.

Let me stop, to say that Cathy was my age and just drop dead gorgeous. She was from the next suburb over and Craig had met her at his summer job. When I came back to the U.S. and met her, she was very sweet and friendly, at it was obvious that she was doing her best imitation of a homemaker that should could muster. While I enjoyed the company of both Cathy and Craig, she seemed very much into her new family. Still, it was hard not to look at her and lust.

Back to the party. Their baby was in a back room, and I had gone back that way to use the bathroom, and on the way back stopped to look at him sleeping. Cathy was in the room and quite intoxicated. Standing next to her, and with judgement seriously impaired by alcohol, I slid next to her until our hips were touching. She smiled at me and said, "I never got the chance to give your your happy new year kiss". As I turned for what I thought was going to be a pleasant but quick, perfunctory kiss, she wrapped a hand behind my head and pulled by face down and around to hers for a long, full on the lips kiss. When she lightened her pull on my neck and we broke off the kiss, I was hard as a rock. She, meanwhile, just smiled sweetly and went back to her guests.

I followed shortly thereafter back to the main room, and figured that I'd better slow the drinking down before I got in trouble with her. Still, the party continued, and after a fashion, and more beer, I headed back to the bathroom. When I came out and walked past the baby's room, she was atanding by the crib. Lacking any good judgement, I joined her, and this time she said nothing, but pulled my head down, opened her mouth and we kissed for what seemed like a very long time. By about 5 am as the last guests were finally leaving, I grabbed my jacket and headed for the door. I asked Cathy where Craig was, and she told me he was passed out drunk. A second of two of silence, and I was doing ehat I thought was going to be kissing her goodbye, albeit with a lot more tongue than the typical peck that a departing guest gets.

As we separated and I mumbled some sort of goodbye, she told me I couldn't go yet. I wasn't presumptuous enough to assume anything other than that I was going to get a little more making out with her, when she said, "you've been getting hard all night and it's my fault. Let me make you cum." She absolutely took my breath away with those words. While I was afraid that Craig might wake up, she assured me he wouldn't. I asked where we could go to get undressed (the living room sounded like a bad idea) and she very forthrightly told me, "I'll have to just jack you off. Craig might want to fuck me later and he might notice if I've just done it with you."

I'm not sure if I was disappointed at the time -I just don't remember- but what I remember clearly is that when she unzipped my pants and took my cock out, I came when she had maybe stroked it twice.

I also remember quite clearly that she told me as I was leaving, "Call me Monday in the afternoon and we can get together", leaving me anticipating that I would finally get to fuck her.

(Not new years eve, but two days later, I discovered that sweet, innocent looking young Cathy was a major nymphomaniac. After calling her we wound up naked in her bed, and as I was struggling to get in her, she said, "Let me get the vaseline. I need it with almost everyone I go to bed with." I thought she was sort fo joking, so I said, "ALL those men, huh?" And she replied, "Well, it not THAT many, but if guys are nice to me, I let them have sex with me. I like it." As I later found out, she really meant that: she would fuck almost anyone. And she was so damn tight I can STILL remember what that pussy felt like!!)

[Fredox2]

The story above happened in my hometown. I haven't lived there un years but recently retired and moved back. I became curious is she was still around. I was able to determine that she does still live in this city and is single. (She divorced Craig decades ago and hasn't remarried). I sent her a brief note on Facebook, basically just saying hello. I got a reply that included the suggestion that we should grab a cup of coffee and catch up.

It's worth noting here that I'm 65 and she's a year older than I am. I've gotten used to the fact that all the old friends that I recall from back in my 20's are less than alluring these days, so I didn't exactly have high expectations. When we met, it was obvious that she takes very good care of herself, and dresses beautifully, but the passage of time was obvious. We met at a cafe with outdoor tables and chatted over coffee for a half hour or so. We talked about where life had taken us but really didn't discuss our encounter in the past, since there really wasn't much to talk about. After all for each of us the other was someone that you haven't talked to in over 40 years, who you never really knew well in the first place, and with whom the sum total of your relationship was that you fucked a few times.

I couldn't resist thinking about the sex we had, however, and then it dawned on me that she could hardly not have thought of it as well, since there hadn't been much else. Even though I knew it might put her off to bring the subject up, I figured that the worst that could happen is that she would simply cut the conversation short and leave. I said, "Cathy I have to tell you: you were an young man's wet dream. I still think of you blowing me in at that New Year party."

There was a half beat of silence and she said, "I probably liked sex a little too much when I was young." I laughed and said that I did too, but I never grew out of it. I told her that I wish that I had had then the perspective that I have now.
She asked what I meant and I said, "I think I was a little put off by things then. If that were now, I suspect I would have just enjoyed it and not much cared who else you were doing." (Mind you there was nothing about this encounter that made talking to her like that appropriate or that indicated it would be welcome. I just didn't think I had much to lose.)

She was quiet for a minute, and I figured that I had offended her. I said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be presumptuous." She smiled and said, "No, it's OK. I was just thinking about how long ago that was and how much time and experience change us." I was fairly sure she was telling me, in essence, 'That was me then, not me now' and found myself thinking how incredibly exciting she had been way back then. I really didn't know where to take the conversation and I genuinely couldn't think of much to say. I looked at her and said, "Cathy, it's been fun seeing you again. I guess we should get going."

I walked her back to her car and held the door for her as she got in. As I was standing in the open door I thought of the story of the guy who asked every girl he met if he could have sex with her, and claims that he got slapped a lot, but he also got laid a lot: what could it hurt to ask? As I was trying to screw up the courage, she said, "I'd let you have sex with me if you want."

In the past couple of months I have fucked that woman in every room in her house. I don't think she's screwing anyone else, but I really don't care if she is!

[thieph]

Several years ago I spent NYE at a bar that was hosting a special party for the event with the girl I was seeing at the time. We were both in our mid 20's and used the occasion to dress up. I wore a nice button down shirt and slacks while she was wearing a purple strapless dress, silver pumps and sparkly silver tights that I bought her for the special occasion. Spent most of the night drinking, dancing and stealing glances at her legs and feet as she would periodically slip a shoe off for some relief. After midnight, we made our way back to my apartment and found ourselves on the couch in my living room watching the celebration in New York City on TV.

She had kicked off her shoes and crossed her legs while we cuddled and watched the festivities. Her short dress had ridden up a bit, and while not obscenely exposed, the control top portion of her tights was clearly visible, emphasized by the contrast between the sparkly legs and plain control top. I heard the apartment door open as one of my other roommates returned home from whatever her plans for the night had been. I expected my girlfriend to adjust her dress, but either didn't notice her exposure or didn't care. Regardless, my attention was quickly drawn to my roommate as she entered the living room. She was wearing a black dress that wasn't super tight, but hugged her curves nicely, black pumps and black pantyhose. The thing that caught my gaze was that while walking into the apartment, her tight dress had ridden up to nearly her waist, completely exposing her control tops and even her pink panties as she stood in the doorway. She briefly exchanged pleasantries, asking about our night and describing her own before heading off the her bedroom, with her dress still hiked up around her waist.

After she left, my girlfriend asked if I had seen the state of my roommates dress, to which I replied how could I not while adding that my girlfriend's dress wasn't in much better shape. She looked down at her own exposure and made a half hearted attempt to pull her dress down. I quickly started to try to push it back up which resulted in some playful wrestling before deciding to head to my bedroom. As we got up off the couch, my girlfriend got up first and hiked up her own dress to about the same level as my roommate's had been, stood in the doorway jokingly asking about my night while her lower half was completely visible. I told her she's about to find out.

[thieph]

Stumbled across the picture below and realized the girl in the middle is a perfect example of how disheveled my roommate was in the story I just posted.

Also was curious if anyone had similar experiences where you were with your wife/girlfriend/or just a female acquaintance, and both of you noticed an upskirt. I'd be curious to hear the responses.

[geordiekev]

At the Millennium, a mate had a NYE party. I was outside around 1am having some fresh air when another mate's girlfriend, Nadine (now ex mate but for different reasons), came outside for air. We chatted for a while then I can't remember how but we were kissing, I had my hands on her tits, which were quite big and firms, fingering her whilst she wanked me off until we both came