What is the hottest thing that has ever happened to you ?

[spmcis]

a few years ago, there was a young, hot summer intern in the next office.
she was from local college, same as the intern in my office so i had a few chances to chat together.
at the time, i was working in a small town, not many friends there, recently broken with my ex, a little depressed on every night so checked into local club almost every weekend, but only drinking without any attempts to get laid.
after the internship period was over i checked the club again on saturday evening, drinking alone there.
then, there was the hot intern in sl*tty dress with her friends.
i noticed her but didn't approached to. just drinking in the corner.
then she came to me.
i wasn't sure if she came toward me, or just moved to the direction, so didn't initiate any move.
but then she turned around and rubbed her hips on my dick.
it was so obvious so i touched her from back and kissed.
after 10 -15 mins of make out, she disappeared with her friends.
nothing much here, but, man, it was so hot.

[uvm2019]

No question getting to watch my university's naked run each semester. There's really nothing quite like watching your classmates pull of their panties and reveal their totally naked bodies. Especially when some of these girls are very hot and you know them from class.

[Gnome72141]

I think that have mentioned before that I am a professional musician, but more on the classical pianist/guitarist, educator circuit. (I used to write about some interesting moments with my adult students and moms of other students blatantly hitting on me from time to time.)

We have a local singer-songwriter who I knew of, but never really got to meet her other than Facebook conversations. She went on to be HUGE (you would all know her), the suddenly dropped off the radar publicly and took a semi-permanent break from music, but I knew what she was up to because of Facebook.

After she became huge, she came back "home" (though she lists her home as Los Angeles, of course) to do a local concert in the park without anyone knowing ahead of time. I happened to be near the park stage when it started to happen. During set-up, she was on the floor of the raised stage in a sun dress, and her bright white panties were on display to everyone gathering, even though she tried to hide them but it wasn't working. That was one fun moment.

Another time, I had some extra hardware that I was purging from my studio, and when I put out a message on Facebook, she said she wanted to stop by to have some of it. My heart went through the roof! A week later, she was actually in my home, and I was dying. I became a blubbering idiot. Everything I ever wanted to say to her was forgotten. But she was IN MY HOUSE. My wife and kids were so excited for me, and they left her and me alone.

She was braless with tiny boobs but enormous nipples poking at me, her very tight t shirt was thin enough that I could barely make out small dark areola. I was looking and probably shaking. She always had a careful, wholesome-ish type image, so I didn't get the impression that millions of people had seen this sight right before my own eyes. Did I mention she was in my house?!

She caught me looking and gave a smile of approval. Then she said, "If there is a place we can go here, you can have this" while putting her hands over her boobs. I told her I was married and I didn't mess around, and she said, "You'd be surprised how many married men and women actually say that to me. You married folk are harder to crack than people think." Then I said, "I was sure that you were married, too," and she said, "Well, poly. Open, but don't go around telling anyone that with how people know who I am and all that garbage." I told her that my wife has been fascinated with polyamory off and on. She said, "If you ever open up, hit me up and you can see these without the shirt and a whole lot more," again putting her hands over her boobs, "and your wife can have them, too. Don't want to leave anyone out."

She then abruptly took the box of hardware I was offering her, gave me a one-arm hug with her free arm, and kissed me on the cheek and said, "I am completely serious. Hit me up." During the side hug, I did feel her tiny boob and super hard nipple poking into my side, though. It was quite nice.

I've been wanting to write about this for four years now. It's like my "big secret". No, I am not going to say who it was. Sorry.

[chuckfinly]

Originally Posted by Gnome72141

I think that have mentioned before that I am a professional musician, but more on the classical pianist/guitarist, educator circuit. (I used to write about some interesting moments with my adult students and moms of other students blatantly hitting on me from time to time.)

We have a local singer-songwriter who I knew of, but never really got to meet her other than Facebook conversations. She went on to be HUGE (you would all know her), the suddenly dropped off the radar publicly and took a semi-permanent break from music, but I knew what she was up to because of Facebook.

After she became huge, she came back "home" (though she lists her home as Los Angeles, of course) to do a local concert in the park without anyone knowing ahead of time. I happened to be near the park stage when it started to happen. During set-up, she was on the floor of the raised stage in a sun dress, and her bright white panties were on display to everyone gathering, even though she tried to hide them but it wasn't working. That was one fun moment.

Another time, I had some extra hardware that I was purging from my studio, and when I put out a message on Facebook, she said she wanted to stop by to have some of it. My heart went through the roof! A week later, she was actually in my home, and I was dying. I became a blubbering idiot. Everything I ever wanted to say to her was forgotten. But she was IN MY HOUSE. My wife and kids were so excited for me, and they left her and me alone.

She was braless with tiny boobs but enormous nipples poking at me, her very tight t shirt was thin enough that I could barely make out small dark areola. I was looking and probably shaking. She always had a careful, wholesome-ish type image, so I didn't get the impression that millions of people had seen this sight right before my own eyes. Did I mention she was in my house?!

She caught me looking and gave a smile of approval. Then she said, "If there is a place we can go here, you can have this" while putting her hands over her boobs. I told her I was married and I didn't mess around, and she said, "You'd be surprised how many married men and women actually say that to me. You married folk are harder to crack than people think." Then I said, "I was sure that you were married, too," and she said, "Well, poly. Open, but don't go around telling anyone that with how people know who I am and all that garbage." I told her that my wife has been fascinated with polyamory off and on. She said, "If you ever open up, hit me up and you can see these without the shirt and a whole lot more," again putting her hands over her boobs, "and your wife can have them, too. Don't want to leave anyone out."

She then abruptly took the box of hardware I was offering her, gave me a one-arm hug with her free arm, and kissed me on the cheek and said, "I am completely serious. Hit me up." During the side hug, I did feel her tiny boob and super hard nipple poking into my side, though. It was quite nice.

I've been wanting to write about this for four years now. It's like my "big secret". No, I am not going to say who it was. Sorry.

You have me oh so curious. I know some famous country singers and have jammed (not on stage) and partied with a couple of them. One even played a Telecaster style guitar I made for him on a tour a few years back (building electric guitars is a hobby of mine). There are a couple of female artists I have met that it would be a fantasy to be in the situation you describe above with. One of them has been at a party I had at one of my ranches but nothing remotely sexual happened.


In any case, your story reminds me of this Johnny Cash song...

youtube.com/watch?v=VdlMkRARDNc

[shiftyj]

Up until a year ago I'd have said this: https://forum.oneclickchicks.com/sho...68#post2314468

or this:

"I'm an oblivious person. Frankly low self-esteem physically, I rarely ever catch that someone's hitting on me unless it's blatant, and then I assume it's a prank (due to a really shitty experience once). One night I ended up 'closing' the coffee shop near campus. A barista I'd talked to like 3 times asked me as I left if I was still as wired as she was. I said yes. She asked if she could come over and hang out, maybe watch a movie. I was actually leery of the offer, but gave her my address and she said she'd be by after finishing up working. I went home and waited. And waited. Finally after I was really pissed she'd wasted my time, she knocked. I opened the door and she was in a long coat, which opened immediately revealing a very short teddy with see through cups. "I stopped to change," she said. We didn't watch any movies. And to let you know it wasn't all a fairy tale, she stank, she really, really, stank, and we never did it again or dated, and I think she picked up on my disgust, but didn't know why I was feeling it."

BUT, this year I had a wild, Penthouse Letters experience which no one will believe but I'll tell anyway:

Years ago. I was trying unsuccessfully to extend my 20s into my 30s when Michelle started hanging out at the bar I went to. Turned out she was only 19 but she was hot and acted older so she got a pass most nights from the bouncer.

We started hanging out after the bar closed. We'd drink each other under the table and then she'd crash in my bed, wearing just a t-shirt of mine. Seeing her butt once for a second was the extent of what I saw of her. I never made a move. We almost kissed once, and once or twice we woke up spooning and she'd give me shit about what was poking her. I was too afraid she'd ditch me as a friend. Or, that it'd change things between us and there was no way I wanted to get involved with a lady 12 years younger than me who was also a drama queen of the first order. But gawd I fantasized.

She got a possessive boyfriend and stopped going to the bar. I stopped trying to pretend I was 23. I got married, etc.

We lost touch for years then kept in touch every few months on social media.

A year ago she calls me and asks if I want to hang out, go to a bar. She's now in her mid-30s. I check with my wife, she says it's fine.

I go to pick Michelle up at her house and she's still putting her face on. I tell her that it's not necessary but you know how that goes. While I'm waiting I notice a travel bag at the end of her couch. It's overflowing with lacy things and neon colored things, all looking like lingerie or bikinis. She finally comes out and I'm trying to think of explanations for what she'd have it for.

I finally broke and just said, "What the hell is that?" pointing to it.

"I'm dancing these days down at ____"

"And by dancing you mean..."

"Stripping."

And I made appreciative noises and over the course of the night I made a couple hints I wanted to see. I actually wasn't totally surprised she was in that line of work, she never could hold a job longer than a few months at best and to be cruelly honest about it without an education and with a tattered CV it might've been the best paying work she could get. But it was still surreal, like I'd wandered into a strange universe.

She picked up on the hints and finally said she was cool with me dropping by, most of her friends had been stopped in.

"!" I thought.

We talked, saw the bar close and I took her home.

Once home, the next morning I mentioned it to my wife. She said she was surprised Michelle hadn't aged out of that game. Ouch.

I didn't want to seem too eager. . but I got Michelle's rough schedule from her and cleared it with my wife. I wanted her to go too, but she hates strip bars- the smoke and loud noise kills her. She rolled her eyes and said sure I could go.

So I went, and waited for a good two hours, fending off come'ons from other dancers. Just as I'd decided to go she showed up.

We talked for maybe five minutes- all her bits were covered but I was seeing more than I'd ever seen of her. We've always gotten along well so were deep enough in conversation that she missed hearing her name called as the next dancer and a waitress had to come and extricate her.

She actually seemed shy about me seeing her on stage as she went off. I took this as a once in a lifetime opportunity and moved up to pervert's row after a respectful 30 seconds.

And. . I got to see possibly my best girl (space space) friend's titties. She danced well, and I saw an emotion I'd never seen on her before- embarrassment. She was definitely not completely cool with me seeing her in just a thong. But she kept at it and slowly seemed to acclimate. I tipped, and tipped well and got to slide it through the waistband of her thong, and I thought that was as good as it was going to get.

After her set was over she came back to our table and we talked more. She was nervous and giggly about the whole thing. She is not and never has been a giggler to my knowledge.

Then the older floor manager / head waitress came over and asked me if I wanted to buy her a drink (overpriced watered down and equivalent to a token for time you can spend with the girl) or go to the private area for a lap dance. Now it was my turn to laugh nervously, and Michelle joined in. She said I was just a friend.

But the battleaxe gave her a mean look, and Michelle looked anxious, then it was the vodka speaking when I said, "Sure, I'll take a dance"

Michelle's eyes went wide, then she laughed nervously again. I added, "If you're up for it. . " She giggled and said she was.

I worked out the details with the older lady, and had to go to the onsite ATM (damn those things) to get money. Apparently Michelle would collect a percentage of it, I never knew how much.

Knowing it was wrong, and knowing it was a one time thing, I followed Michelle as she led me back to a row of rooms, nominally open but with curtains for doors.

She showed me where to sit, and after a second or two of talking about other stuff she did admit she was dying from embarrassment when she first saw me in the club, and then on pervert row; that she was even more embarrassed that we were in the lapdance rooms.

I told her she didn't have to do this. She disagreed and said she had to- I'd paid, and she'd said yes. We argued a bit about it, but I gave in (not reluctantly I'll add)

Picture your typical very hands on lapdance. . but from a girl you lusted after for years.

The song ended, and I don't remember how much time I'd paid for, but we ended up just having the same conversations we always did- except she was sitting on my lap facing me wearing only a thong; and I had my arms around her, stroking her sides, and occasionally her boobs, or her inner thighs. You know, like good friends do. I was hard the whole time, and she knew it.

Finally she or I said, "This is bad," and the other nervously agreed. There was a rustle of the curtains and I heard "5 minutes!" from outside.

I called out, "once more?" looking at Michelle for approval and the old lady came in. I dug out my wallet and peeled off more and my money went away.

We kept talking, and I kept stroking. She stroked back. I eventually was kissing and sucking her nipples and her neck and we still kept the conversation about everything except what we were doing.

I know I said at least once "this is really, really bad," and she replied, "but it's hot too." I couldn't help but agree, at least physically.

Finally she said, "I think this is the last song." I wanted to continue but really was starting to think how much money I'd blown.

The song started, and she said something like, "let me finish off right."

She started in with the typical lap dance then bit my crank through my pants. She blew hot breath on it, then came up for a kiss, while stroking me. After almost, just almost too long I told her to stop- I was afraid this was far beyond what my boss, I mean wife, had authorized, plus I did not want to walk out with a mess on my hands.

The song ended, we walked out. I stayed another 15 or 20 minutes to make damned sure I was sober, and we hugged and said our goodbyes.

We haven't seen each other in person since - the COVID's made sure of that. But we did text a couple of times. She said she felt embarrassed at me seeing her almost naked, but more than that it was that I was seeing her at -that- job, one she really wouldn't have taken if she had other options. She felt humiliated and like she was disappointing to me, but then got really turned on in the lapdance room, like I was paying for her like a [forbidden word]. She said the night was now in her 'spank bank' and hoped it was in mine. [Edit- I did assure her I wasn't disappointed in her. (but I really hope she gets a better job)]

We texted a few times more, once she said I needed to bring my wife next time, or, just come over to her house and eliminate the "house's" cut. That was a very interesting idea. . .then COVID happened and that dashed chances of getting together.

I still keep thinking about it but I really don't think anything will ever come of it. I did confess everything to my wife and she was pissed but forgave. She also didn't outright say no to the possibility of Michelle coming over some night- and my wife swings bi- when she's liquored up.

But anyway- hottest thing that's ever happened to me, or probably ever will. Shit, it's probably all downhill from here.

[Shihoin]

Probably the time my wife let out her "inner exhibitionist" at the nudist resort.

I'm still not sure what happened that particular day. My wife had gone to the nudist resort with me before; but she had always "played it shy." The first thing that tipped me off that "this time was different" was her last minute decision to shave completely smooth. When we arrived, instead of choosing to sit in the back of the pool area, she decided to sit right in front of the pool. Then she decided to apply sunscreen everywhere on her body, including all her cracks. And then she just sat back, legs open, with a smirk on her face.

She obviously knew people would look; and they did. As people walked by I could see them doing a double-take. At first I was like: "what in the heck is she doing?" I told her that she was getting some "attention"; and she just replied that it wasn't a problem to her. At that point I realized that it was actually pretty hot. She knew people were looking and her attitude of "let them look if they want" was actually really sexy.

It was a short-lived phase and I eventually understood why her attitude that day had been different. She'd decided to get over her shyness by putting it all "out there", clit and all, for everyone to see. And it actually worked. She was never shy again about people seeing her naked. The side-effect of this was that was probably the hottest thing she'd ever done.

[GRITS]

I burned my hand last month!!!!

[SilverSinner69]

For me one of the hottest things was a few years ago going on holiday to Spain with my then girlfriend and hearing our neighbours fucking - of course we had to show our appreciation and we too fucked hoping they could hear us.
Also during that holiday I started to dare her to do things like run naked down the hotel corridors I remember one time she did this and started doing fucking hand stands I was horny as fuck !

[rracoonz]

Well, it would still have to be the erotic massage for the wife, while we were on vacation. For those that haven't read about it, here's the link...

https://forum.oneclickchicks.com/sho...&postcount=320

And, the ass he got to start with...

[Qazwox27]

Originally Posted by uvm2019

No question getting to watch my university's naked run each semester. There's really nothing quite like watching your classmates pull of their panties and reveal their totally naked bodies. Especially when some of these girls are very hot and you know them from class.

I've seen your posts about this before. Can you describe any of these classmates? What they looked like, what their personalities were like, or stories about them?