u/CatfightAfrica

Like most guys I find my partner sexy. But I really get off comparing her to other sexy women and imagining who wins in terms of sexiness of her figure or even in a catfight or wrestling match.

About 20 years ago, after a very enjoyable evening, my date invited me back to her apartment where I encountered a waterbed for the first and only time. I can say the experience was overall a good one - but sadly the date wasn't repeated due to a dramatic situation she had going on with an off/on ex.

Over 15 years ago I held a senior position at a small finance house. Director level. Relationships within the organisation were frowned upon, if not outright banned. The company was between full time receptionists and had a series of temps. The MD was a horny bastard as he was responsible for hiring them and I swear he just looked at the photos - most were very sexy and most downright beautiful. All female of course. HR would probably crucify him today.

One of the series was particularly gorgeous. And very smart and outgoing. On a gap year before uni and earning funds to travel. She was tall, slim and stacked. Every guy in the office was drooling. On her last day of her 3 or 4 weeks we took her out - not unusual, staff getting together drinking on a friday in the City. We all got pretty plastered. Lots of flirting between her and frankly every single [or not single] guy. She knew our rules but also knew we were now kind of unleashed. It came to closing time and a handful of us moved to a late night bar and gorgeous temp was all over my stud co-worker. The guy who always scores. My dick was throbbing in jealous annoyance despite there being plenty of pretty women around. This girl's face, ass and 32FF boobs had me under her spell. I decided to make an inglorious exit. Started making my excuses. And fuck me if she didn't say.... "Hey xxxxxx I only live a mile or so from you, can we share a cab?" The death stares from several of my colleagues were priceless.

Well that was shock no.1. No.2 came as soon as we were in the black cab I hailed mercifully quickly. I was running through strategies even as I helped her into the back but I certainly didn't need them. She near as dammit had me on the back seat, Fake Taxi style. Her hand had grabbed me through my suit trousers and her other stuffed my own hand up her skirt to her deliciously warm and wet pussy. We kissed like animals all the way to her place and I wasn't given the option to do anything but go inside with her where the night unfolded exactly the way it looked like it might. Suffice to say I felt like the smuggest bastard cat who got the whole lorry load of cream. She was more experienced than any 19 year old had any right to be. We ended up fucking most of the weekend and dated for another month or two til she went off travelling. Turns out she'd had her eye on me since she started at the office and the flirting with the other guys was a huge tease play on her behalf. I have zero regrets and while I may get downvoted to hell and back, it was wholly inappropriate but such a brilliant interlude. No regrets.