Let me start out saying I have no one I can tell this story to, I am 35. Divorced for Eight years and have been with my boyfriend now for over Three years. I have never cheated on anyone that I have been with before, so this is a first for me. And if anyone would find out they would surly tell my boyfriend and our relationship would be over in a heartbeat.
It all started when I took a part-time job as a bartender for a friend of mine, she really needed some help on the weekends, when the dances were happening.
The bar was packed that Saturday night, I didn't even see him walking in. When he came up and ordered his drink, I caught myself staring at him without hearing what he was saying. He was dressed in all black, with long curly blonde hair. He had a very dangerous look about him. He looked like a rough biker. Not the type I would be interested in by no means. I am 5' 5" tall, 130 lbs with long blond hair, I have been told many times that I should be a model.
I served him his drink and he walked back to a table and sat down with a few friends. Every time He came up to the bar for a drink I could not help but to look deep into his eyes. I started daydreaming about having sex with him, I started to get very wet just imaging what he would do to me. The night went by pretty fast with the band playing till about 1:30 a.m. After the band was finished playing people started to leave the bar quickly. I was cleaning up behind the bar and had my back turned when I heard "Do you think I could get another beer, before you close." I turned around to see him sitting at a bar stool. I quickly got him another beer and returned to my cleaning. He started with some small talk and then when I was about finished cleaning he asked if he could get a six pack before he left. I cashed him out and he asked if I would mind having a beer with him before I went home. I didn't know what to say. I was afraid that someone might of heard him, there were still a couple of people in the bar. I gave a quick nod and told him I would meet him in the parking lot across the street after I locked up.
I was very nervous, I new if my boyfriend found out about this, it would end our relationship. But after a few minutes of convincing myself, Telling myself that nothing would happen, that I would just drink a beer and be on my way, I hurried up and locked the bar and walked across the street. He was sitting in his truck waiting for me, he motioned for me to get in. I opened up the passenger side of the door and slid in.
He asked my name, since we were never introduced. "Lisa" I replied, "And yours. Nick" he said. He handed me a beer and started up his truck. I really didn't want to go anywhere with him, I didn't even know him. I was now starting to regret my decision of getting in the truck. "I really think we should just stay here and drink a beer, I don't think we should go anywhere" I said. "Don't worry, I just thought we would go somewhere where no one would drive past and see us sitting there." That's when he told me he was married. Seeing how we are from a very small town, I knew if someone would have saw us sitting there together there would be rumors. So I said OK.
He parked down a long dirt road where you could look out and see nothing but sky and stars. It was such a beautiful night out. We talked for about an hour. Learning that he had been married for ten years. I told him I had a boyfriend that lived with me.
"Well, were out of beer, I think I should be getting home, It is late" I said. He turned around, looking at me grabbed me by the back of the hair and pulled me hard to his face shoving his tong down my throat. It caught me off guard. I was shaking. I didn't want this to happen. He started to pull me harder, closer to him. "Please, stop I just want to go home" I said. "You know you want it, I saw you staring at me all night long in the bar" he said.
He started to put his hand up inside my shirt, under my bra he was pulling on my nipple while the whole time he was shoving his tong down my throat. His other hand was at the back of my head with a hand full of hair, making sure I could not pull away from him. With his hand pinching my nipple he ripped my bra off so that both of my tits were out, he started pulling and pinching harder, making my nipple so hard it hurt. I tried to pull away, but I couldn't. He stopped kissing me, "take your shirt off" he said with a growl. I was shaking and almost on the verge of tears. "I won't hurt you, I just want to fuck the shit out of you, I know you want it just as bad as I do," he said, as he stuck his hand in between my legs to feel the wetness that was soaking my jeans.
I could not help it, I was very turned on. From the moment he walked into the bar, I started to get wet at the thought of this dangerous looking man taking me any way he wanted to.
I started to take my shirt off, just when I got it above my head I felt his hand on my back and another on my tit, pulling me closer to him. He grabbed my nipple and pinched it really hard then he stuck his mouth over it and start sucking and biting on it. He pushed me back so that my back was to the door. He was half laying on top of me with his mouth sucking on my nipples, his right hand went down in between my legs and he started to rub my pussy through my jeans. I started to grind my cunt against his hand. I was getting so turned on. He crawled up a little further and shoved his tong down my throat again, while he was rubbing my cunt. It felt so good, I didn't want him to stop. But just when I thought I was going to cum, he stopped and sat up.
