Sex with a Stranger, it really happened ♕

Sex with a Stranger

I thought the bar was empty. After I finished loading my gear, I enjoyed the last of my drink and turned to set my glass in the sink. But when I looked up, I saw her. My shaft got semi-hard instantly. It is a myth that all musicians truly have sex with a stranger all the time. It is actually really rare. But suddenly, I realized that I was praying to God. She was every promise my mind recognized that she was.

Part of my mind was sure that at my age she would think me too old for her to waste her time on. But I felt drawn to her. This moment was like the perfect sexual fantasy most men have. A sultry brunette standing in a sexy dress and an aura of desire. I knew that her naughty smile was directed at me.

Then I acted on pure instinct and stepped up close to her. I didn’t get the impression that she was shy, but my candor obviously filled her with a kind of eagerness.

My voice was husky when I told her “Say you want me to fuck you.”

A devilish lust, equal to my own, danced in her eyes. Her smile spread wide as she said “I want you to fuck m…”

She didn’t get “me” out before my mouth was clamped on hers.  Our mouths communicate the craving. She wrapped her arms around my neck as my hands explored her body. I ran them everywhere, down her back, up her sides, under her arms, to her breasts. But my hands could not keep still they slid around and down to grab her ass.

I ran a hand to her thigh, lifted a leg, and she wrapped it around my hip. Then I held it with one hand, pulling her against my hard cock with my other hand on her ass.

She moaned into my mouth as our bodies ground against each other’s, and I felt it to my toes. I broke from her lips and started kissing across her face, to just where her neck met her ear. She leaned her head back and let out a soft purr.

That purr though all thought of sex with a stranger out.

She ran her hands over my shoulders and chest. Her fingers clawing at the buttons until my shirt fell open. I let her leg go as she pushed my shoulders hard. As I stepped back, she followed, pushing me against the bar. She planted fevered, nibbling kisses on my chest – like she wanted to consume me as much as I wanted to consume her.

My breath caught in my throat. Her knees were letting her sink downwards, she kissed down, her nails digging into my sides. Unbuckling my belt, she left my pants zipped up. She ran her hand over my rock-hard dick as she kissed her way back up to my neck – driving me senseless with desire.

Then I grabbed her waist, lifted and turned, and set her ass on the bar. I pushed her dress up over her hips. I leaned over, kissing my way into her pussy. Seeing her sitting there naked, I realized she had nothing on under her dress.

I knew then this sexy minx would be my sex with a stranger story.

Diving in the taste of her wetness drove me insane. My tongue lapped her juices up with the intensity of a man finding water in the desert. My nose found her clit and went to work. I flicked my tongue over it again and again, gently sucking at it and lapping with long slow licks as her juices streamed and then squirted out as she orgasmed.

 “Oh god. Oh god,” she gasps and groans.

Using my hair, she pulled my head up. She was kissing me as her shudders diminished. Rather than being satisfied, it was like the first orgasm only made her need more. Her fingers worked the button and zipper on my pants fast. I kicked off my shoes and socks and let my pants fall to the floor.

Then I realized I wanted more than an hour in a bar, more than single sex with a stranger. I wanted to be making love to her over and over. I forced my voice to work, asking, “What’s your name?”

With a tremble in her voice, “Dawn” she answered and asked, “What’s yours?”

~David

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