Meeting you in that bar on Friday reminded me of the one time that I went into a bar totally alone. I had been extremely depressed about my relationship with Bob and while driving home from work I decided I needed to do something to shake myself out of that depression. I decided to go into a bar and sit and have a drink at the bar all by myself. I had never done that before. I had only ever walked into a bar alone when I expected to meet someone there.
I stopped at this really nasty looking bar and by nasty I mean the kind that had 20 motorcycles parked outside. I have no idea why I chose that one. I was dressed in a business suit and would be very conspicuous, but I didn’t care or maybe I really didn’t give it much thought.
I walked in and without really looking anyone in the eye, I headed for the first empty stool and sat down. The bartender came over and asked me what I wanted to drink. I was grateful that the music wasn’t too loud so I didn’t have to stand up and lean in closer to him so he could hear that I wanted a Coors Light (of course).
I gulped down the entire bottle of beer and the bartender immediately brought me another one. I drank half of that one before I had the courage to glance at the two guys sitting on either side of me. The guy to my right was too busy talking to his friend to notice me. I was startled to see the guy on my left was reading a book. He was too busy reading his book to notice that I was looking at him. He was wearing black leather pants and a white tight-fitting t-shirt. He was bald with a wide, very tanned face. His arms were extremely muscular and hard. I was over come with the ache of the need to fuck someone and my panties became wet.
I was embarrassed by my immediate attraction to this stranger so I averted my eyes and glanced over his shoulder at the dance floor. I spontaneously spit out my beer all over him. The dance floor was filled with all men. I had walked into a gay bar, a gay, biker bar no less!
The poor guy reading the book put it down and started to clean off the beer that had sprayed in a fine mist all over him from my mouth. I furiously apologized and began wiping him off with a wad of napkins I had grabbed. I kept saying, “I am so sorry, I am so sorry,” while I attempted to dry him off. During my frantic clean-up my hand brushed his crotch and my face turned very hot. I didn’t know if it was from having touched a total stranger’s leather covered penis or from the fact this total stranger was experiencing a hard-on! He grabbed my hand and held it to his crotch. I felt his cock get even larger. My mouth dropped open as I stared down at the bulge in his pants. He grabbed my head and pulled it close to him. He placed his lips close to my ear and whispered, “I’m not gay. Now you need to clean me up.”
He took my hand and pulled me into the ladies restroom. It was empty. He ripped open his shirt and said, “Clean me off.” To tell you the truth, I was still in shock so I did the very first thing that jumped into my head. I started licking the beer off his chest. My licking turned to sucking and small bites and I heard him moan.
I shoved my hand down the front of his leather pants and it was my turn to moan. He had no underwear on. I stroked his cock up and down and moaned again at the smoothness of his large, hard cock.
