Pantsing and Stripping Forums

blogomatic wrote: ↑Sun Jul 02, 2023 5:55 pm JJ, these stories are fantastic. My wife gets off on being told what to do, so sometimes I can get her to act out some of that kind of stuff if she's had enough to drink and she's horny enough but nowhere near Jane's level.

I've been thinking a lot about different encounters I've had in this vein and one just came to mind. In this case, honestly, it's more autobiographical ENM but not from lack of effort on my part. Names changed for good sense. Forgive the prologue if you can.

I had left for my freshmen year of college a boy and returned home for the summer of 2007 a man. In the span of that year, I had managed to date two different women and had a fair amount of sex in the process. One of the women in my dorm even asked me on night before we were all heading home why she and I had never hooked up! Clearly, my potential knew no bounds. So, I decided to hit up Chloe.

I had met Chloe at a party in high school my junior year, she was a friend of a friend. She was a year younger than me, but she was STUNNING. Blonde, tall, thin, a nice ass, and plump, perky, tits. Genuinely, the most beautiful woman that I had ever had a successful conversation with at that point. I'd made enough of an impression on her that she got my contact info but I was a nerdy wallflower with low self-esteem and I couldn't square it in my head, so I backed off. But I thought about her a LOT.

I had gotten into photography my senior year of high school, even bought a nice DSLR with my graduation money. That was my angle. I hit her up on facebook talking about my artistic endeavors, but that what I really wanted to try was photographing nude models but just hadn't found anyone who was comfortable enough to let me.

She volunteered. Not only did she volunteer, but my parents were going to be out of town for like a week and a half. I had a nude model and whole run of our massive house.

She arrives at my house the day of. She looked gorgeous. She was wearing a pink cami top that ended just tiny bit above her cut-off jeans. I couldn't stop looking at her legs. I gave her the tour of the house, nervously prattling on before leading her down to the basement. I was excited to get started, but I wanted break the tension first.

I suggested we play strip foosball with the promise of a dare to sweeten the pot.

We'd had a table for years and I was pretty solid. I'd gotten pretty good from getting thrashed by my uncle. I figured it was an easy way to nudge a nude modeling session into the sex that was inevitable at this point. I figured it was in the bag, but I was going to at least be sporting about it. So I allowed for spinning and other such behavior that were frowned in more traditional match-ups.

I scored the first goal and off came the cami. Her bra was white and embroidered with a floral pattern. It was distracting. Probably why she took three goals in a row afterwards. My button up shirt, undershirt, and pants all gone in a matter of minutes. I managed to pull of a rather deft pass, slamming one home in her goal. Off slid her cut-offs. She had on a pair of lilac panties. My focus weakened ever further. I plopped the ball into the table and she launched the ball right in with a (illegal) spin.

Off slid my boxers.

She leered at me up and down and a devilish grin spread across her face. "Looking at you like this, you seem like you're pretty photogenic yourself." Whatever hope I had that we had been on the same page about what the 'dare' would consist of evaporated.

She got me so crisscrossed, I wound up knocking the ball into my own goal.

She sauntered over to her purse and made an extended show off bending over and pulled out a little point and shoot and told me to pose for her. She started snapping away. She ran the gamut, full body, portraits, some close ups... I felt very exposed but the feeling of vulnerability added to her obvious enjoyment was a huge turn-on. I was hard the entire time (thank goodness, because if those ever make their way somewhere public, I'm glad they do me justice). It went on for just over half an hour before she put the camera down, ran her fingers up my thigh to my ass and squeezed. "Good boy," she said before kissing me. "Now it's your turn." She unclasped her bra and I saw god. They were that good.

She stripped off completely and we took a bunch of photos on the couch and on the bartop. then had her redress and took more photos all across the house in various states of dress and undress (I remained naked the entire time). We eventually ended up in my bedroom, her posing seductively on my bed in one of my white button downs. She gave me that little finger waggle. You know the one. I put the camera down and crawled on top of her and we had a very nice time together.

If you're wondering how I have such a vivid memory of what she was wearing despite it being 16 years later... well, I still have the photos. Chloe isn't on facebook anymore and I have no way of contacting her to know if she still has the ones of me. I'm definitely a little torn on the idea... they were deeply embarrassing, but if she revisits mine the same way I do hers... I wouldn't be mad about it.

JJS7 wrote: ↑Thu May 09, 2024 8:45 pm We had met on an app and gone on two dates. On the second date we had made out and fooled around, but no sex yet. We were watching an episode of a TV show at my place, and we each predicted how it would end. We kept arguing about it playfully, and naturally I was thinking of getting her to do ENF, so I said "Want to bet on it?" She asked me what we should bet. "How about loser has to vacuum the winner's house naked?" She was kind of surprised at the suggestion, but she agreed. I live alone and she lives with two female housemates, so I stood to be exposed in front of more people if I lost.

But I didn't lose. I was exactly right about how the episode ended, because I had accidentally seen a spoiler on the internet. So yes, I cheated.


I'm still dating this girl now, so if I can manage to get her to do any more ENF, I'll let you know.

Freesub wrote: ↑Fri May 10, 2024 1:48 am

blogomatic wrote: ↑Sun Jul 02, 2023 5:55 pm If you're wondering how I have such a vivid memory of what she was wearing despite it being 16 years later... well, I still have the photos. Chloe isn't on facebook anymore and I have no way of contacting her to know if she still has the ones of me. I'm definitely a little torn on the idea... they were deeply embarrassing, but if she revisits mine the same way I do hers... I wouldn't be mad about it.

Certainly made me wish I could see them too!
Does your wife know about the photos?

Of Chloe? Yeah, I'm a pretty open book about that sort of thing and have told her the story before- can't remember if I've ever shown her the photos because she wasn't really interested in the non-story parts. I remember showing the photos to a girlfriend a couple years later in college. She looked at them, blushed, and after a lengthy pause said that she'd be onboard with a threesome if I could get her involved. Never came together but it was a nice dream.

If I ever do post them I have to be sure I scrub them of identifiers- she deserves her anonymity.