Sadie tells us about her experience bar-hopping and meeting the new guy at her usual pick up.
I didn’t get laid all summer, but that may have been my fault. I didn’t feel like talking to anyone during the day because the sun was too hot, and I was sweaty. Who’ll speak to a woman with sweat running down her body? So I got myself ready to go out. Smell nice. Perk up my big tits. Wear that new perfume. Get into my shortest dress and highest heels. The right man will notice all this. I took all the time to get ready for him. I’m waiting in anticipation for him. I’m more than just hungry for the right person; I am desperate for that man who wears that new cologne, walks up, and slips his hand between my legs, rubbing my skirt as I sit atop my bar stool, staring into his eyes. There is a desire running in me. It is mounting, gradually rising, and should I say it’s becoming a raging mad ball of fire within me? As I become hornier for him, watching one after another walk past me, I get wetter and wetter. The moisture within has built to a credible amount that is soaking the crotch in my panties.
Two-plus hours have come and gone, and I’ve looked around, but no one, yes nobody, approached me that night, so I am going home. I like the bartender. He has been sweet and gracious. He was so lovely, and I wished things were different. He was not beautiful, but he was friendly and courteous. At the very last minute, he told me he’d ask me out if conditions were different. I thought I would have fucked him only because I was bored, lonely, and already horny. I wouldn’t tease. I’d simply fuck him for the fuck. Oddly, as I walked out, I turned around and looked back at him. He was looking at me with a smile, and he waved. It was a nice wave. Maybe I didn’t take advantage of my situation, which was a good idea. Sometimes, I wished I had. Just as I got into my car, some guy yelled out, asking me why I was leaving so soon.
He said he wished I would have stayed so we could have danced. I thanked him in my way but not face to face. I imagined my Saturday night was slow dancing with the guy who yelled out at me earlier. I climaxed while slowly dancing with him. The orgasm was wild. In my fantasy, the guy was happy he could get me to orgasm while we slowly danced. All he did while we danced was finger my clit, going underneath my skirt. And I loved it. I always love my fantasies. I’ve come up with some doozies. Friday was another dull day. The summer days were passing fast. Was that a good thing? I didn’t go clubbing at first. But by ten pm, I gave in and went over to the place. I walked over to the bar. He wasn’t working that night. I asked the girl behind it, and she said he was coming in soon to help out if it was busy. I smiled because I was relieved. I needed someone to talk to. She and I talked for a while. There were two on duty, her and another guy.
He was new, but she told me he was experienced. Since I was bored and lonely, I thought, ‘How experienced is he?’ She knew right away what was going through my mind and giggled. I didn’t know what she meant, but I realized shortly afterward she meant she would take me home or she could come home with me and have sex with me. I’ve never had sex with another female before, although I’ve goofed around in college back when I was a first- and second-year student. But that was over twenty years ago. I thanked her and told her maybe I’d think about it for another time. She said it was okay. I stayed to closing once again, trying not to be too obviously inebriated. His name was Charles, the new bartender. We talked as he cleaned the bar. He comes from a lovely family, he said. I asked him what he wanted as he finished, and he answered almost the same way I would have. He had big hands with long, slender fingers. It suggested to me only one thing, but I was wrong to a degree. I would not be disappointed because I was too horny, and anything would do. He was horny, too, I hoped. We didn’t waste time as Charles made the first move. He leaned towards me as I watched his eyes close in on mine. It was beautiful. He and I sat on my couch talking. He looked around my room and noticed how modestly decorated it was. While I looked at him, he laid his hand on my thigh, moving it across and down to the inside of it. I was wearing a skirt similar to the one the other night.
Lightweight and cotton. A person could blow at it, and it would float up in the air. I liked its free-floating nature because the skirt always put me in a cheery mood. I wore a matching lightweight top. I hoped he would take notice and move in on my breasts. They are large and firm. Guys have told me that they are every man’s wet dream, and I’ve exploited them many times before. I began to like Charles more and more. We started to kiss. I felt his tongue. I wanted Charles and me to make love terribly. I wanted Charles to unbutton my top and release my boobs, undo my skirt, and I wanted him to undress himself or let me undress him.
My pussy moistened and dripped. His cock hardened, I am sure, but I didn’t know it. He unbuttoned me as I wished. I smiled with fear. Once he unbuttoned me completely, he didn’t remove my top. He looked underneath and was overjoyed with what he saw. I wanted Charles so much right now. I love my breasts. I wouldn’t change them. Guys love breasts, too. They seem to hold special powers, I sometimes think. So some days, like today, my breasts are offerings to Charles. I am happy to offer them up to him. I am delighted. As he might think, there are two delicious mounds for him to enjoy all night long. Then I removed my skirt for him, too.
I was ready to make love to him. Charles took off his shirt. I liked his chest right away. It was manly enough. I rubbed it. I liked it more. He smiled when I did. I asked him if he was smiling because of what I was doing. He said to me, “It’s awesome.” We laughed, so I took off my top. He told me he was turned on. I told him I was too. I led it down between my legs so he could feel my panties. His eyes popped wide open. They were soaked. I blushed because I didn’t realize how wet they were. I asked him if I could take his pants off. I unbuckled his belt, unsnapped his pants, and unzipped them. They fell by themselves to the floor, and he stepped out of them. Wearing briefs, I saw the splendor pushing hard against the inside of them. I thought he would be bigger, but he wasn’t; regardless, it didn’t matter. His size thrilled me either way.
I went down on my knees, slipped his underwear off, and looked up at him. I don’t know what he assumed, but I only held it in my hands. Holding it and staring at it, I stroked it slowly. He loved it. He closed his eyes. I loved doing it, too. Slowly, indeed, I stroked his shaft, never being aggressive whatsoever. I loved how his cock felt in the clutches of my hands. It was long, stiff, and lean, just like him. Then I took it in my mouth and gave him the best blowjob a woman could give any man. He was completely naked. He stared at my breasts. Charles, I could tell, adored them.
I was overjoyed he found pleasure in them. He lifted me, removed my bra and panties, and standing completely naked, he stared and stared as if gawking, but he said something quietly as if talking to himself almost. “They are the most beautiful breasts I’ve ever seen.” Then Charles put his arms around me, and we kissed and kissed for a very long time. Bare naked, I turned, holding his hands, and I walked back to my bedroom, where I lay on my bed so he could make love to me. Lying next to me, Charles caressed my boobies and then all around them. He quietly kissed and caressed me everywhere. When I say everywhere, I mean anywhere and everywhere. It was, and it wasn’t intense. Building up to a moment of final ecstasy, Charles’s hands swarmed over me in areas no one had ever touched me before.
Charles’s fingers slipped inside my butt cheeks; slowly, they inched their way through to my hole. Not forcing his way, he subtly slipped his fingers in my pussy, wetting them down, and then delicately they went into my ass hole. I squealed when feeling his fingers inside it, but I let him proceed. I began to love and enjoy it more and more. I backed my hips into his fingers and told him to replace them with his cock. He did so immediately, and I buckled from the largeness creeping into my tiny hole. I grabbed his hips and made him push into me more. Then I took his hands and brought them around me and down to my clit. What a feeling. I can’t say if I felt it before. My sexuality was blooming, and all the sensations seemed amplified. He brought one hand back up to my boobs and gently pinched my erect nipple. We fucked like this for several minutes, and then I got down on my elbows, lifting my butt higher for him. This was a signal to pump harder, and he did. I counted twenty-two strokes. Plunging thrusts into my ass, and I felt his warmth gush deep inside my anus. We collapsed on the bed, his weight on top of me. I was so turned on that he just touched me lightly on my clit, and I came again. He not only made love to my boobs, he made love to my ass, my lips, my pussy, and, more importantly, to me as a woman.
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Leighsays
Not bad should be more pictures, sweet looking pussy
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Leigh says
Not bad should be more pictures, sweet looking pussy