Foreword: I know a lot of literotica stories often claim to be a true story. While you may doubt the truthfulness of those claims, be certain that this is 100% based on a true story.
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Sean stumbled into the street drunk as hell. He and some friends had decided to celebrate their new fake i.d.'s by getting hammered at the local bars. Being only 19 they had never been to bars or even drank alcohol before but tonight had chugged beer after beer at the bar, ogling the hot older women and trying to work up the courage to talk to them. But now the bar was closed and a bouncer had told Sean it was time to go. As he looked around for his friends however Sean realized he had lost them in the huge crowd of people leaving the bar now that it was closed. Whatever Sean thought. It was already late, all the bars were closing, and he was drunk and tired. All he wanted right now was his bed and pillow, and so he began walking home. His house was a few blocks from the downtown bars and it was a walk of only ten or twenty minutes or so. However after a few minutes walking he saw something which caused him to halt in his tracks. It was a woman, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life.
She was stunning, about 30 years old with caramel brown skin and smoldering black eyes, appearing to be a mix of some asian and Filipino. She was wearing a tank top cut very low, displaying her large breasts to anyone who wanted a glance. She also wore a skimpy pair of booty-shorts cut well above the curve of her round ass, showing off the lower half of her lusciously large cheeks. Sean had never seen a woman so attractive, and knew he had to say something to her. She strutted down the block, quickly glancing up and down the street as if looking for something. Sean, emboldened by the liquid courage, approached her and asked, "Are you waiting for a taxi?"
She whirled in surprise and looked him up and down, as if studying him. Seemingly satisfied she replied, "Nope."
"Oh," Sean said, realizing he had not prepared a second line. She looked at him expectantly, as if waiting for him to say something else. "I thought you were waiting for a cab," he said flatly.
"Do you wanna go?" she asked abruptly, gesturing with her head down the street. Go Sean thought. Go where? But he didn't care. He was so drunk and she was so hot he was willing to go anywhere with her.
"Sure," he replied, drunkenly slurring his s. She looked up and down the street again before asking, "Do you have a car?"
"Car?" Sean asked, confused. "No..."
"Here," she interrupted, seemingly mildly irritated. "I have a spot."
She grabbed his hand and began walking down the street at a brisk pace, pulling a drunken Sean behind her. As they walked, Sean took a moment to consider what was happening. A super hot girl was taking him to a "spot" after asking him if he had a car? Sean didn't know what was going on.
