Picked up at a bar (f21/m30s) with a special surprise

Who am I? I’m 21, 5″7 and I mostly wear a size 2 or 4. My bust size is 32C and I have brown almost black shoulder length hair and brown eyes on a wide friendly face.

I turned 21 a little over a month ago. Yay for me! Unfortunately, earlier in the summer I had made one of my usual not well thought out decisions and moved to a different city about an hour away from my hometown for a job that ended up falling through. Without the money to move all my shit back home (and nowhere specifically to go since I had given up my apartment), I was stuck looking for a new job in a new place and wasn’t find much luck. To make matters worse, all of my friends from home were too busy to visit me. With no car and very little money, it wasn’t easy finding places to party. Thankfully Reddit has been a godsend and I’ve met a lot of cool people who have given me advice and shit. One suggested I check out this great bar downtown. He said I probably have to buy myself max one drink before I had guys lining up to helping me get the libations I needed. So I decided to take his advice.

I put my hair up in a loose updo and wore a loose sparkly silver short sleeved mini-dress with a v-cut and 4″ heels. My uber driver was a guy in his 40s and he wolf whistled as I got in. I blushed and thanked him and then spent the next ten minutes insisting that I didn’t need a bodyguard for my night out.

I was a little worried that my out of state ID would put off the bartender, but he was super nice and said he had seen enough IDs from my home state to know it wasn’t a fake. I ordered a French 75–because anything with champagne has to be classy right?–and sat at the bar eyeing and being eyed.

My plan to nurse my first drink until some kind stranger bought me one, hit pay dirt quickly. After only a few sips, the bartender tapped me on my shoulder and when I turned to him, passed me another French 75 and nodded down the bar where a man in his mid-30s was sitting. The man waved a hello to me and I nodded back but didn’t join him since his wedding band was clearly visible.

After a few minutes of him trying catch my attention, he came over. At 5″10 or so, in good shape and pretty good looking with short brown hair, bluish eyes and a square jaw, he introduced himself as Tom.

“Tom, thank you for the drink, it was very kind but I see your wedding band and that’s totally a turnoff for me.”

Tom laughed and engaged me in conversation anyway, asking me a bunch of probing sexual questions. Frankly, it was rude and I fingered my second drink, wondering if I should give it back to Tom in a shower when Pablo stepped in.

Pablo had taken the spot at the bar recently vacated by Tom, talking to the bartender, when he noticed my distress and came over. He looked to be mid-30s, Hispanic, maybe just over 6 feet and wearing a clearly custom brown suit that fit him perfectly. “Is this man bothering you, miss?” he asked with a slight Spanish accent. I nodded.

“Hey fuck off, I bought her a drink.” Tom said.

“Which was kind of you, but it seems she’s not interested in you further. I think you should leave her alone.”

“Free country, buddy. Maybe not where you’re from, but it is here.” Tom shot back.

“Yes it is, but this is still a private business. One that I own. So I’ll ask you again to leave this young lady alone. Or I will call the police.”

Tom’s face darkened and for a second I thought he would start a fight, but instead he muttered some unkind things about myself and Pablo, knocked back the rest of his drink and walked out the door.

I turned and thanked Pablo and he nodded modestly and said it was no problem. We exchanged names and then I asked him if the bar was really his.

Pablo shook his head and laughed. “No, but he didn’t know that, right?” I laughed to. When Pablo excused himself to leave, I asked him to stay.

We ended up talking for about an hour, both drinking more, as he told me about his travels all over North America for the auto parts company he worked for. Then Pablo checked his watch and said he needed to go back to his hotel. He hesitated and said, “in light of the unpleasantness, I feel it would be forward to ask you to join me. Still, if you are interested, the invitation is open.”

I’m not going to lie, I had been waiting for him to ask me. Pablo was pretty cute and had made no mention of a wife or girlfriend, so why the hell not. He put out his arm and we walked the three minutes to one of the nicer hotels in town.

We rode up the elevator, and got to his room. As soon the door closed, he kissed me hard on the lips, his tight mustache tickling my lip.

“I hoped that wasn’t too forward,” he said.

I reached up and grabbed his cheeks and kissed him back. “No, it wasn’t.”

We kissed, me pressed against the wall next to the door. Slowly but urgently, he slid his tongue into my mouth again, finding mine and pushing hard. His kisses were so strong, I felt like I was out of breath.

After a couple minutes, he tugged at the hem of my dress and I automatically raised my arms. He pulled it up over my head and tossed it to the floor next to him. I leaned forward a little to give his hands room to unhook my bra, and he swiftly removed it and tossed it almost perfectly onto my discarded dress. He started kissing his way down my chest to my breasts. First, he took the left nipple in his mouth and swirled the tip with his tongue, then gave it a few soft nibbles. I moaned and felt Pablo smile at my response.

He repeated the same movements on my right nipple, making me breathe even harder. When he was done with my breasts, he slowly kissed his way down my stomach. He stopped at the top of my grey jersey thong. He lowered himself all the way down to his knees, and kissed the insides of my thighs at first, slowly going down my leg, then back up toward my panties. He took his time as he did this to both legs, letting his tongue glide along my skin. I closed my eyes, feeling my breath quicken each time I felt his lips on me.

Then he ran his tongue roughly on the outside of my panties, lapping at the wet spot. Feeling his tongue slide against the crotch of my underwear, I inhaled sharply as his mouth pressed against my lips, then lightly up against my clit, only a thin piece of fabric between them.

After several minutes of licking and lightly biting the outside of my underwear, I was trembling. I desperately wanted him to remove the fabric that was still between us. I was about to ask him to do just that, when he pushed my panties aside and pressed his warm, wet tongue deep inside me. I bucked and held his head. He then gently slid tongue against my clit over and over, working into a slow, steady rhythm. It felt amazing. I felt right on the cusp of an orgasm as he tongued me, waiting for the pleasure to overtake me, my heart practically beating through my chest. I moaned uncontrollably and pressed my hands hard against the wall.

“Oh god, right there,” I half-moaned, half-breathed to him. I could feel the buildup. I was right on the edge. With my right hand I grabbed the back of his head and pushed his face into me harder.

At this point, I was grinding against his tongue, my hips and butt no longer against the wall, thrusting against his face. The warmth in my midsection was increasing. All of a sudden, I felt that familiar pressure build, that wonderful heat heading to the point of no return.

I begged “Please, don’t stop!”

He didn’t. My body started to uncontrollably jerk as I cried out loudly. My orgasm ripped right through me. I was left sweaty and shaking, my legs barely supporting me.

As I came down, I opened my eyes and looked down at him. He had a such a self-satisfied look on his face as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and stood up so I could give him a grateful, enthusiastic kiss.

“Was that okay?” he asked courteously. I laughed and nodded.

“It was incredible.”

Pablo lifted me up, and I hooked my legs around him. We kissed as he carried me to the bed and threw me down. He removed his clothes at warp speed, his hard cock springing out. I spread my legs and he started kissing me on my legs, giving attention to those sensitive patches on my thighs and then continuing up. He kissed my stomach, tugging lightly at my belly ring with his teeth and tracing the bottom of my ribs with his tongue. Again, he spent a considerable amount of time making both of my breasts, and especially my nipples, feel loved and he penetrated me as he kissed my collar bone. I moaned as he started off slowly but quickly picked up speed, eagerly grabbing my hips and thrusting, my hand playing across his back but otherwise letting him be in complete control. I felt another orgasm building but before I could make it over the goal line, he grunted something in Spanish and then moaned as he came inside of me.

Pablo flipped us over and I laid my head on his chest, feeling his thumping heart as he breathed heavily. “Guess I need to use these hotel gyms more,” Pablo said, as he ran his hands over my ass cheeks. “But you were wonderful and better than any exercise machine.

“You were both great,” we heard from the corner of the hotel room. We both looked over at Tom, who was sitting in a gray wing backed chair, wearing only a pair of boxers and a white wife beater, the wedding band he had been wearing now nowhere to be seen. I smiled at him. “How about you come over and help me out with this thing, he said, stroking himself over his underwear. I looked at Pablo and he nodded and let go of my ass.

I slid off the bed, and sashayed over to Tom with a coy smile on my face. Before I could kneel down in front of him, he asked me to wait, and put his hand between my legs, feeling Pablo’s cum as it dripped out of my vagina. He nodded and I got down on my knees, helping him out of his boxers and putting his slightly above average penis in my mouth. Tom is very vocal when I give him a blowjob and this time was no different. He moaned and told me how much he enjoyed watching me fuck Pablo and how hot I was as I rubbed his shaft with my left hand as I blew him. After a few minutes, he opened his eyes and asked Pablo if he wanted to fuck me while I blew Tom but Pablo demurred, saying his stamina wouldn’t allow it.

“Well, get in here if you can,” Tom said, but I could already feel him start to tense up as his orgasm began. We had only been together for a few weeks, but I knew what he wanted me to do before he could even ask. I took his hard cock out of my mouth and climbed on top of him, facing away, and lowered myself onto him. He grabbed my breasts as I bounced on top of him, my feet on his muscular thighs, my vagina extra slick as Tom’s pre-cum joined the wetness already there. Tom continued talking dirty until he came, his face buried in my shoulder. I was close to and continued to bounce until I also orgasmed and then let my legs slid off Tom and I leaned back against him. He held me tight as we both recovered, my eyes closed.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/50jggj/picked_up_at_a_bar_f21m30s_with_a_special_surprise