How I Met my Boyfriend - FM A Wild Night at the Bar
I met my boyfriend at a bar, trashy I know, but hey, you can't ever choose how you meet someone...
I met my drunken friend Beth up at the bar wearing one of my skimpy sexy outfits with all of my "assets" in view (hey, I was at the bar) and I was nursing her and trying to take care of her when she introduced me to Derrick. At one point, she had run off and we were talking, drinking, flirting, and I went to get up to chase after my drunken friend and I politely excused myself away as I went to get up.
In a quick thrust, he gently grabbed my arm and said "No, wait... Don't go..." and I giggled like a little school girl and sat back down and kept talking.
I was so floaty, a little from the drinking, a little from the flirting, I just kept staring at his deep eyes and long, wavy, hair. Beth came bouncing back over and we all sat and socialized and we were all drinking and having a good time. Derrick went to go refill his drink and I dove at the opportunity to drill my friend on his story. She didn't say much, but she did say what a great guy he was and that he'd always been there to help her when he needed. As aroused as I was, as sexy as I looked and felt, that was all I pretty much needed.
He came back with a new long island and resumed the conversation. Beth was no help for trying to be coy, pushing the two of us together, and before I knew what happened, he reached his hand under the back of my hair and grabbed a solid fistful and pulled my hair as he leaned in and kissed me... It took my breath away. I probably would have fallen to the ground if it wasn't for him holding me up by my head. I sat down, still weak in the knees and he stood there, taking pride in his desired result.
Beth was sitting there trying not to laugh and nobody knew what to say. I figured it was my turn to go get a new drink... I could use one after that, LOL. I get a drink and make my way back, only to find that Beth had run off yet again, off with someone else. I see this as my opportunity to step up and decide to make my move, and I bite his neck in the most alluring way he's ever seen... I start by a soft nibble, a little flick of the tongue move just a little and kiss, suck just a little, never enough to leave a mark, and wait for him to get that same weak in the knees feeling. Happens every time. What can I say? I'm good at what I do. He asks me if I want to go out to the car to smoke a joint and I was reluctant to leave Beth, but he assured me that we'd be right back.
I jump at the chance, following him in the cold out the car in the middle of the parking lot. He opens the door for me, gets in, and starts the car to get a little heat. I recline the back of the seat, working with the limited space we had in his little Cavalier. He lights it up and we smoke, and talk, and the conversation turns a bit more to the adult side, and I was more than willing to let the conversation go in that direction. As we're smoking, I take his big hands and kiss and lick and suck and play with his fingers, pausing only to hit the joint and go back to his hand. He tells me he's bi, I tell him I'm bi and submissive. Enjoying what I'm doing playing with his hands, he takes his hit and kisses me, blowing his hit into my mouth and shotgunning me in the midst of another deep and passionate kiss.
It was only a matter of time, between the kissing, the pot, and the sexual conversation that one of us was going to get daring enough to make a move. I, stepping up to the plate, take his hand and place it on my breasts over the tight outfit. Instantly, his hands find it's way into the plunging exposed cleavage and works their way in, slithering each finger in until it can find the sweet spot of my nipples. He pinches, lightly at first, enough to send shock waves coursing through my body. Am I really going to actually have sex here, outside, in the cold, in this tiny car???? I start to think about how we might possibly be able to position this, trying to mentally maneuver around the clutch, not helping myself to control my arousal. He turns and kneels in his seat, leaning over, towering over me.
Instantly, I succumb. I succumb to his prowess. I succumb and become whatever his mind wants of me... He grips my breast, firmly, getting a tight hold, testing my resistance. I give him none. He leans in to kiss me. I am his, then forever more, I am his. I reach behind and play with his hair, pulling his face closer to mine. His hand finally moves away from one tender area to find another tender area. He reaches up my skirt, moving my pantyhose and underwear out of the way with one hand, never breaking his kiss. Gotta give him credit for the talent of it. Almost instantly his probing fingers enter my delicate hole. Before I even have a chance to moan, he pulls away ever so slightly, moaning at my moisture, my tightness, my readiness. He starts to thrust, I start to gyrate. I run my hands all over his body. I undo his belt, then proceed to run my nails all over his back, gently at first, testing the water.
