Authors Note: This is my tenth story it’s partly fact and partly fiction. Originally I was going to meet a guy in a bar I’d only known online and I ended up picking a guy up because my date ditched me. He gave me a ride home and we took a little detour and I gave him a blowjob for the ride *grins*
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It had been a very long week, full of turmoil and chaos. The weekend was welcomed with open arms, not to mention an open pocket book. I’d made plans with one of my friends to go out to the bar in search of men since both of us were single and in need of some lovin’
We’d agreed that if one of us went off with a guy it was okay, but it would be best to not leave until we each had found a man to go home with that night.
Well I was on my third drink and she was on her fifth (I am a bit of a cheep drunk while she olds her liquor pretty well) and we had both spotted a few prospective men.
After watching them for a while and each choosing one to go for I went off in one direction and her in another.
The man I walked up to was about my height mid 5 feetish and he definitely worked out, nice firm muscles showed on his well-toned arms and in his back and shoulders when he moved. I always had been an arm and shoulder kinda’ girl and as I walked up to him found myself trying to imagine the feel of running my nails lightly down that firm, muscled skin.
He was lightly tanned and had light brown hair cut close to the scalp. He had a beard and mustache (usually a turn off for me), but his face showed something in it that made the facial hair seem incidental, no matter how prickly I knew facial hair tended to be.
I walked up to him and said politely, “Are you waiting for someone?” he looked up at me and said in a soft but definitely masculine voice, “No I’m not”.
Taking the initiative I smiled and as I sat down next to him said, “Well good because neither am I. I’m Tammy.” He smiled back at me and said, “I’m Dan, nice to meet you.”
We sat there, me drinking my third drink of the night and definitely starting to feel it, him drinking a cup of coffee and making idle chitchat to find out about each other.
After about an hour of sipping our drinks and talking the conversation turned to sex, as it usually does with men when men are around. He’d said how sex is important to him in a relationship and it’s a strong part of his life. Feeling exactly the same way about myself I tell him I agree completely. He smiles at this and I can feel myself react to him. He has a somehow sweet charm about him even with the slightly rugged looks and the strongly sexual nature.
Somewhere in the conversation it came up that I lived with my friend who I’d gone to the bar with and I explained to him the agreement we had between us about it being okay for one of us to leave the bar with a man but whoever left first couldn’t go to our place with him.
Then he smiled at me and said, “Well, we could always go to my place.”
Normally I would have thought it was a joke and would have smiled and laughed lightly, but he put his hand on my thigh and gave it a little squeeze that sent shivers through my body. I threw caution to the wind and said, “Sounds good to me.”
We were sitting in a corner booth, partially blocked from the rest of the bar; he slipped his arm around me and leaned into me. He kissed me very lightly, almost a feather touch of lips and then began to pull away. I slipped my hand behind his head and pulled him to me for another kiss, this one strong, passionate, hungry.
When we broke the kiss we were both breathing a little harder, I could hear the lust in my voice as I said, “So, should we go?”
He grabbed his coat off the other seat and said, “Definitely.”
The ride to his apartment was spent with him placing his hand on my thigh again giving it a light squeeze. In turn I put my own hand on his thigh and ran my fingers along his thigh in a figure eight pattern moving ever so slowly higher and closer to his groin.
I could see the effect my tracing designs on his thigh was having on him and smiled slightly to myself at his eagerness.
He led me to the door and held it open for me. As soon as I stepped inside he closed the door, locking it, and was suddenly there behind me. He put his hands around my waist and kissed the back of my neck. I felt more then heard him moan against my neck before he said, “My God you smell good.”
I smiled and turned around to face him, “I may smell good hunny but you look delectable,” and before he could respond I pulled his face to mine and kissed him with all the passion I could feel welling up inside me.