by GingerMinx

Gender: Female
Age: 39
Race/ethnicity: Caucasian
Current location: U.S.
Highest education received: College degree (eg., BA, BS)
Occupation: Self-Employed
Relationship status: In an LTR, Common Law
Religious affiliation: None – Raised Mormon
How religious are you? Not at all
Sexual orientation: Mostly heterosexual
Any other term(s) that describe your sexual orientation/sexuality better/best? Mostly men, but I do love women
How many sexual partners have you had in your life (including oral sex)? 40+
How many hookup stories have you here posted before? A few

Cum On My Window

How long ago did this hookup happen? 1997-ish

How would you best classify this hookup (e.g., one-night stand, fuck-buddies, friends-with-benefits, booty call, sex with an ex, short fling; paid sex…)? Fuck-buddies

Tell us about your PARTNER(S). What did they look like? How well did you know them, had you hooked up before? How/Where did you meet them? How did you feel about them before the hookup? See “Tongue Rings Are Fantastic” for more background on Curtis.
I had been hooking up with Curtis off and on for a while.  He had a girlfriend, I was still sleeping with other guys, but in those moments when both of us were available, and craving some good ol’ fashioned kinky sex, we’d hook up.  I distinctly remember telling a random guy after sex once that he had to leave quickly because “I have a 10:30 coming over”. AKA Curtis. He was a blast in the sack & I always made time for him. I knew he always had time for me, too; because as he so lovingly put it once, “You’re my own private porn star, Red.” You could say we had something really special.  HA!

How/where did the hookup BEGIN? What led to it? Was planning involved? Who instigated it? Curtis had a habit of calling me in the middle of the night when he wanted to get off. According to him, I talked dirtier than any other girl he’d been with – and he’d been with plenty. One particular night, he called me while I was asleep, and I must have answered the phone and spoken with him while still sleeping because, next thing I knew, I awoke with the phone in my hand and I could hear him say “See you soon” right before he hung up. 
This was not the first time that I’d had entire conversations with people while still asleep.  My roommate had told me funny stories about her coming into my room at night to confide in me about something really important, only to have me respond with “you should stop talking now because the Dr.’s not in” and then rolling over and going back to sleep – all of which I have no recollection.  So when this happened I was aware that I’d probably been sleep-talking to him….. 
Maybe it was because it had just barely happened; but this time, I was able to concentrate & recall some part of the conversation: Curtis had asked me if he could come over & jack off outside my window & I responded in my cheeriest voice “Sure! As long as you can get here in 15 min.”  So evidently I now had 15 min. to prepare for a guest I’d invited to cum outside my window.

What happened DURING the hookup? What sexual behaviors took place (e.g., oral, vaginal, anal, kinky stuff)? How did you feel during it? How did they behave toward you? Were they a good lover? What did you talk about? How did it end? It was at this point in my life that I realized I was possibly a nasty little girl. My guess is that normal people would have called him back and said “Don’t come over. I was just sleep-talking….”  
I’m not normal people. 
I love a good story and I wanted to watch this sucker play out.
I ran to my closet, put on a slinky camisole (I usually sleep naked) and waited for him to come over.  I could hear his Harley pull up exactly 9 min later. Heh. Heh.  He sped to get there….. He walked up to my window as a car drove past.  Did I mention I lived on a busy street?  Yeah.  I lived on a busy street.  It was easily after 1am and there were still cars driving by; at least one every 10 seconds.
Curtis was about 6’4″ and my window was on the first floor, but a little elevated, so I was looking down on him.  He got to my window, pulled out his pocket lotion, (he’d brought pocket lotion!) unzipped his pants, reached inside and began to stroke his cock.  I stood up close to the window and began a little strip tease to egg him on as cars drove by. My window was just long enough so that he could see a few inches below my belly button. 
He started really slowly at first as I caressed my tits over my forest green satin camisole. I started to slip one strap off my shoulder as he quickened his pace a little bit. At that point I was getting a little excited so I wet two fingers in my mouth and began to touch myself while I watched him. That just turned Curtis on more, so I bit my bottom lip, removed the other strap from my camisole & pulled it down to my waist exposing my tits while I kept my eyes locked on him. Next, I pressed my tits up against the cold glass and he never once took his eyes off of me as his speed increased to an urgent rhythm — accompanied by the sound of cars racing by.
I didn’t ever tell my landlord that Curtis sprayed his load all over the brick exterior of the house like a firehose that night, but I won’t forget it.  After he finished, he leaned against the house and took a few seconds to muster up enough strength to stand, wiped his jizzy finger on my window, blew me a kiss goodnight, and went on his merry way, whistling a happy tune as if we’d just played a game of chess in the park and he’d won.

Did you have an orgasm? Did your partner(s)? No.  But he did.  He left his DNA on my window to prove it. I didn’t wash the outside of that window for weeks because I thought it was so hilarious and it was a great kinky reminder.

What precautions did you take to prevent STIs and pregnancy? Did you discuss STI history? None needed. There was glass between us the whole time.

What were your REASONS for having this hookup? I love a good story, and I have a bunch of them with Curtis. He was never boring when it came to sex. Plus, I also liked knowing I made this guy do crazy shit like that. We were each other’s little addiction for a couple years. It was sneaky, on the sly, and very hot.

Were alcohol or drugs involved? If so, how much? I was sleep-drunk if that counts for anything, but no alcohol.  I’m guessing none for Curtis also, because he drove and he was always extremely careful when he was on his bike.

What happened AFTER the hookup? How did you feel about it? What are your expectations/hopes for the future with this person? How do you feel about them now? After Curtis left, my roommate came into my room and wanted to know what the hell all the noise was (Curtis drove a loud Harley). SOOOOO I kind of had to tell her.  She immediately asked me what in God’s name would possess me to let him come over and do that. I told her about the sleep-talking and that I let him because I wanted a good story to tell.  She laughed, rolled her eyes and went back to bed. She was an awesome roommate.

To whom did you talk about the hookup? How did they react? I’ve told a few people, but not in this much detail. I dust it off at parties when the crazy stories come out and I know it will add fun to the conversation. It usually results in a mixture of befuddled laughter and quizzical stares, with the occasional “That’s awesome” from a fellow lover of all things nasty such as myself.

Was this a consensual and/or wanted experience for you? For your partner? Yes for him, and as soon as I became coherent enough to weigh my options, I was definitely in.

Do you regret this hookup? If so, why? Nope. Not one bit. It’s a fun fun memory.

What was the BEST thing about this hookup? How about the WORST? Has this hookup changed the way you think about casual sex, sexuality, or yourself in general? The best was seeing him wipe his seed on my window.  That was hilarious. 
There was no worst.  🙂 Unless you want to count the fact that Melissa Etheridge’s “Come To My Window” has a whole new meaning to me now.

All things considered, how POSITIVE was this experience? Very positive

All things considered, how NEGATIVE was this experience? Not at all negative

Anything else you want to add about this hookup or anything else? So there you have it. I invited a dude over to masturbate outside my window while sleep-talking.  
It was an oddly exciting feeling to discover that even in my subconscious mind, I’m a filthy girl.
I’ll probably post about another one of our public sex-capades  soon…

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