moving day (m/f) | 2016

Posting with an alt as the girl in question (lets call her B) knows of reddit. I am 29, typical dude, not anything special. The girl in question is 23 years old, 5 ft 2, bright blonde, curvy 130 lbs figure. I don't know her cup size but she says she wears size 4 to 8 pants, which is certainly not fat in my books at all. She has all the right curves and big boobs and loves to flaunt them.

There are 2 guys and 2 girls in our close friends group that always hang out together. B is dating the other dude, but the other girl and I are single. I just got out of a relationship so I'm in no hurry to jump back in. Recently the other dude and B bought a home, so we were helping them move, especially because I have a truck and trailer, one of 2 being used that day.

On the morning of the move (just 5 days ago), I head over to their old home. We start packing up tools and cleaning things with the first load. The others (including their relatives) continue to pack, but B wants to head over and start cleaning. So her and I head over, just the two of us. B recently expressed to me how her life is crazy right now with the moving and pending engagement (long story, but the other dude wants to ask her, and everyone knows), and how she is envious of my free single life. At first I brushed off all these types of comments as her stressing out over big events happening at the same time, but during this ride, she asked me "I wonder if I can overcome this anxiety by doing something crazy?"

I nervously laughed. When I glanced over, she was looking at me, but looked down immediately when we made eye contact, and she even blushed while playing with her hair. At this point, I recalled all my lonely nights of researching how to read girl's body language and all that shit (yes, shuddap, i admit to googleing how to pick up girls lol) , so suddenly, all those bits of information began surfacing in my head. I suddenly realize that she is looking pretty damn hot in her plain blue tshirt and grey yoga pants and pony tail. Unfortunately the rest of the ride was awkwardly silent.

Upon arriving, I back into the side driveway, and we unload the boxes and whatnot. This time I'm noticing her as if for the first time, probably because she has always been off limits to me. Her and I are close and know a lot of each other. For example, she knows what turns me on, and is walking about the home in bare feet with painted toenails, along with tight yoga pants that are riding up between her ass cheeks - knowing her hiked up on purpose. I also know the only insecure part of her body is her feet, so it is surprising she managed to get a pedicure a few days ago for the first time.

She calls me to bring over the mop bucket, so I head over to the washroom to find her bent over at the waist, playing with the shower tap. I push my luck and try a flirty pickup line "wow, that is very hot. And the water is too." Sadly I fumble this very corny phrase and almost squealed it out due to the lump in my throat. She looks back and laughs with a rather large smile, and remains bent over. She then brings one knee to the tub and begins showing me her foot and flexing it, all the while trying to look busy. I step up very closely in behind her, and bring the bucket over to her side. She says "oh, thanks" and blinks at how close I am. As she grabs the bucket, she leans back and bumps into my front. I don't move, and she rubs her ass into me as she brings the bucket down to fill it with water.

The front door unlocks and opens up, and the others bring a second truck load. I quickly step back and walk out of the washroom. While helping them, I notice B is constantly looking at me, as much as I'm staring at her. The others ask if we are ready to bring loads 3 and 4, but B chimes in and says that the two of us are in the middle of planning and cleaning while pointing out the big messy pile of boxes in the living room. The mother says she will stay to help too. The other guys start to tease me, and I just laugh it off, and toss one of them my keys. The mother begins her cleaning in the kitchen, so B and I are alone again. She turns to me and grabs my forearm. When I look up and lock eyes, she leans in and whispers "I'm sorry for that, but I promise I'll make it up to you." At this point I'm beyond excited, and it apparently was beginning to show.

At one point she hands me a bottle of water, to which I gratefully drink from. She then grabs it and starts casually drinking from it. I jokingly whisper "I hope you don't mind my cooties." She smiles at me, then begins to suck on the bottle tip as if performing a BJ. "I don't mind." She says with a smirk, and hands me the water bottle. I stare at the bottle for a second, then bring it up, and stick my tongue into it and start licking it in a very obvious sexual jesture. She responds by bringing her hand up to her face, blushing and exclaiming. Apparently it was too much as she turned around and walked into another room while moaning "oh my gosh".

For a bit, B would switch between helping her mother clean and helping me sorting boxes around. At this time the others bring the next round of moving boxes into the living room, and take off again. I ask B for help to move some of the furniture into the basement, to which she happily obliges. While we were moving the futon frame down, she whimpers in pain, and says to go slower. Once we set the frame in its place, she collapses and starts rubbing her foot. I toss the futon mattress onto the frame in its couch configuration, and help B onto it to sit. I grab her foot and begin massaging it from toe working upwards, all the while asking her where it hurts. I reach her knee, then hesitate for a bit before continuing. I look up and she is leaning back and has her eyes closed, making quiet moaning noises. As I reach her quads, she lets out a louder moan and opens up her legs, and even begins to "pitch my tent" with her foot. When I reach her thigh, she brings up her other leg up onto the futon and spreads her legs wider. I can see the outline of every curve between her legs as the grey yoga material is very tightly stretched. She begins to breathe faster and is now looking at me while moaning. As I'm massaging as high up on her hips, I occasionally brush her pussy. On the 3rd or so pass that I'm doing this, she whispers "please" and suddenly brings a hand to her mouth in embarrassment. I take this cue as permission and grab the waist part of her pants, and begin to pull it down. She lets in a large breathe of air and lifts her butt off the futon, so I pull her pants down to her ankles and quickly go down on her. She is fully bald I might add. She is frantically trying to keep quiet, but i'm working as fast as I can with a goal to get her to cum before we get interrupted.

She stops me and pushes me away. At this point I am thinking we seriously messed up, but she kneels in front of me and quickly undoes my belt and pants, then pushes me down to the floor. She then straddles me upside down, and goes down on me while planting her pussy on my face. We are in a full 69, and she apparently feels the urgency as well as she is going down as aggressively as possible.

A few days passed, and we spoke again in private. Apparently, she said this is that one wild event she needed before settling down to a full married lifestyle, and will say yes when the other guy finally asks her to marry him. She also said technically we didn't go all the way, so there is really nothing to worry about. I'm still confused about the whole situation. She is a fantastic girl and we get along very well, but I guess I knew that she was only going to "use" me. I'm ok with that, because she swallowed, and she tells me I made her cum twice.