Meeting an older guy in a bar [FM]

It’s been a lot of fun thinking back on some of my “wild” experiences and feeling the way I felt back when they happened. I’m so glad you all have liked reading what I’ve posted so far. Here’s one I was remembering recently that got me pretty turned on. This is a long one… Hope you enjoy!

I’m the kind of person who has basically never been single. I know it doesn’t say the greatest thing about me, but I have pretty much always gone from one relationship immediately into the next. Since I was like 13. That means several of the relationships I got into were much more about not being alone than they were about my interest in the other person.

When I was in my early 20s, my boyfriend was one of these guys – I was just filling time with him until the next relationship. We’d been seeing each other for a month or so when we went out to a club with a bunch of people that I worked with. After we all got a little buzzed, one of the girls we were out with started getting really flirty with me. We ended up kissing a little bit – nothing too hot ‘n heavy. It was more about getting the reaction out of everyone else than us really hooking up with each other.

To my complete surprise at the time, the guy I was with got all mad about it! I kinda thought he might get turned on. I was young and stupid and boozie. It turned into a whole thing and he started trying to hit on other girls and stuff to get back at me.

I don’t blame him but it backfired. A little while later, I locked eyes with this really attractive older guy that was sitting alone at one of the tables. Every time I looked away and looked back he was still staring me down. His eyes were gorgeous and intense. He was making it obvious that he wanted me. I tried smiling at him and giving like playful looks and stuff – to acknowledge him but also to break some of the tension he was building by looking me up and down with all that mojo in his eyes! He never flinched, never cracked a smile, just kept up the intensity.

Eventually, I decided I had to be a big girl and go over and talk to him. I didn’t want to be a silly young thing that wasn’t mature enough for this serious grown up guy. He looked like he might be in his late 30s or early 40s. “Old” to a 21 year old. He had a little bit of gray peppered around the sides of his dark hair. He was well dressed, like he probably came there from work. And he was just bigger and manlier than the guys my own age I’d been seeing. His shoulders were broad and his hands were big. And his forearms! Guys, don’t underestimate how sexy forearms can be. The sleeves of his dress shirt were rolled up a little bit and I couldn’t stop looking over at him.

I got up the nerve to head over and he looked me in the whole way. Like a tractor beam, he just pulled me toward him. I don’t think I’ve ever been devoured by someone’s eyes like that before or since. When I got close he got up and pulled a chair out for me. Whoa. I sat across from him and tried desperately to be mature. The first thing he said to me was, “that little guy you were with before isn’t gonna like this.” Little guy… this dude was all game. He bought me a drink and he told me I was the most gorgeous woman in the club that night. This guy was strumming me like a guitar – he saw right through me and knew I craved being taken seriously and seen as a woman.

His name was Rich. Every second I spent with him turned me a little more into goo. I was sitting with him for probably 10 minutes when my boyfriend and two of my friends came over. None of them looked at Rich at all. They said they were all about to go and asked if I was ready. I didn’t answer for a second and Rich said, “If you want to stay I’ll take you anywhere you want to go.” My boyfriend, still not looking at him, said “she’s coming with us.” That was too much for my little ego. I couldn’t get up and go now just because this “little guy” said so! I said, “I’m talking with Rich. I’m not ready to go.” I could see my boyfriend’s face was burning with embarrassed rage. This was such a shitty thing I did to him! I cringe at it now, but I have to own it. It is definitely who I was at that time.

Everyone just stood there for a second, not knowing what to do. Rich said, “better luck next time, buddy.” Ouch! He stormed out. My friends hung around a little to make sure I was ok but then they left too. I remember having the thought, “what have I gotten myself into?” I had another drink. Rich paid. He asked me if I wanted to go anywhere or if I wanted him to take me home. I stared at him and tried to be sexy and said, “I don’t want to go home.” He reached over and ran his huge hand over my little hand, enveloping it and said, “I’d love to take you to my house.” I said, “I think I’d like that too.”

My legs were wobbly as we walked out to his car. He drove a little dark colored Audi. I’m not super into cars but that really fit the rest of the package. Of course he drove a car like that. He walked straight to the passenger door and opened it for me. I swooned a little. I did. We drove a little way in silence. There was music playing in the car but I have no idea what it was. I had my head against the back of the seat and I was sort of turned toward him. Everything he did was getting to me. Just watching him move his hand on the wheel, how he held it, he was just so manly. I couldn’t believe I was with this guy. Couldn’t believe I was doing this. I thought of myself as so cool and sexually aware but the truth is I really hadn’t evolved much since high school stuff.

Rich finally broke the silence, “touch yourself for me.” Holy cow! I gave a little laugh and said, “I can’t do that!” “Sure you can,” he said. “I want to watch you.” The truth is, I didn’t know what to do! This was way out there for me at that point in my life. I moved my hands to my lap like I was going to do something but wasn’t sure what to do, how to get started. Rich said, “Reach under your pretty dress”. I did. I closed my eyes and I started slowly moving toward the heat between my legs.

My knees were still held together and it felt good to press my hand between my thighs with my legs still closed like that. I opened my eyes and saw Rich looking at me and I liked it. I sucked in a breath and opened my legs to provide a little more access. I was wearing red satin panties. They matched my red dress. It felt so good to press my fingers in and feel the softness underneath them. I started rubbing a little harder. My head was absolutely spinning! I felt like I was melting into the seat. I remember my ears and face just burning hot, a combination of booze and arousal. I started breathing hard. Rich kept looking over at me and I liked seeing him watch me. He moved his left had to the wheel, reached over with his right and held my free hand. He was holding my hand while I rubbed my pussy with the other hand.

That got me so turned on. His huge hand made me feel so tiny beside him. I never knew I liked that feeling so much! My hand was moving over my satin-covered lips and I was breathing so hard. My heart was pounding. I looked at Rich and when he looked over at me I whispered, “my heart is beating so hard.” He smiled sweetly and said, “you’re so sexy.” My panties were soaked. I was very wet and my fingers were pressing on the thin fabric. I don’t think I’d ever been so turned on to that point in my life.

We pulled up the driveway of Rich’s townhouse and into the garage. The light that came on in the car when we stopped and opened the doors was shocking. I squinted my eyes and felt an instant of foolishness – like embarrassment. What the hell was I doing??

Before I could dwell on that at all Rich was at my door and leading me up the two little steps and into his house. There was a little entryway from the garage that he led me through, then we were standing in his dark living room. I remember he reached for a lamp sitting on an end table and I quickly reached out to grab his arm. No lights. He turned toward me and pulled me into his big body. His hands were rubbing up my sides and waist and back. I felt so little up against his manly frame.

Rich was driving me so crazy with the way he touched me and moved me around any way he wanted me. He wasn’t aggressive. He was just in command. I’d had guys try to be aggressive and powerful before but it was just rough. Rich was so gentle at times, stroking my sides and ribcage. But then his hands would rub around to my back and he’d suddenly apply firm steady pressure. Almost massaging the muscles of my back. It was so fucking erotic! He was perfectly dominant. I felt “safe” but utterly taken. It was clear he was going to do whatever he wanted to me. And I was going to eagerly let him do all of it.

He started kissing my neck and collarbone and behind my ear. He hadn’t even kissed my lips yet. My skin was on fire under his mouth. I was breathing so hard, practically panting for him to own me, devour me. He spun me around and descended on the back of my neck with his mouth and his tongue. I love having the back of my neck kissed. My dress had an open V back. He kissed down my spine. Everywhere there was skin, his lips were touching. His right arm was curled around my body holding me tightly to him. His left hand was in my hair pressing on the back of my head, pushing it forward.

A few times I remember being aware of the sounds that I was making. I was crazy with lust. But I didn’t have time to be self-conscious before the arousal took over. Rich stepped back from me just a little. He lifted both hands to my shoulders and slipped my red dress off. It instantly fell to the floor, crumpled at my feet. I was so exposed! I distinctly remember being so glad that my bra and panties matched. Ha! Girls will tell you that almost never happens.

The next few seconds he spent just looking me over, with my back turned to him, without his hands on my body were like agony. That’s when the self-consciousness crept in. Maybe he suddenly didn’t like what he saw. Maybe I was way too skinny and not womanly enough for him. I was craving the approval of his touch. I wanted his hands and his mouth back on me as fast as possible or I was afraid I might run out of there. And then I felt it.

The lightest touch with just the tip of his finger. He was tracing the lines of a tattoo I have on the back of my left shoulder. O god. Why is that so fucking sexy? Then Rich was kissing me again starting right on that tattoo, moving across my shoulders and down my back. He kissed all over me for what felt like forever, all over my back, holding my arms, caressing them up and down, rubbing his hands all over my tummy and my ribs.

I honestly can’t remember if I noticed this at the time or if it only excites me when I think back on it. He had never once tried to touch my breast or my ass. It’s hard to explain but something about that made it so much hotter. He wasn’t pawing at me. He wasn’t touching me in a selfish way. As he kissed down my back he basically skipped over my ass and went right to the backs of my thighs and the backs of my knees. Whoever knew being kissed and licked behind your knees could be so god damn erotic?!

While still kneeling at my feet, he turned me around. He slowly rose, kissing up my legs and on my hips. He kissed under my belly button and up my abdomen to the soft spot just under my ribs. I was covered in goosebumps but I don’t remember being cold. Being stripped down to a bra and those tiny bikini panties while he was still fully clothed made me feel somehow even more than naked. Just another little detail that helped put him in an utterly dominant position. He looked me over again, this time face to face. He told me to get naked. He said he liked watching me.

I unhooked my bra, slipped it off my shoulders and it fell off into my arms. My tiny little tits sprang free. Rich groaned a little and licked his lips. Fuck! No one had ever looked at me like this man. I tried my best to be sexy when I slipped my panties down my skinny hips. I had just recently been waxed so I was smooth and bare all around my lips but I had a patch of dark hair above. He let me stand naked in front of him for a few long seconds. Then he scooped my little nude body up with such quickness and ease. I let out a little “whooo” in surprise when he did it!

He brought me just a few steps further into the living room and put me down on the couch. He stood over me. I watched him hastily pull his shirt open and off. Then he started undoing his belt and pants. I reached up to help him, my little girly hands fumbling up against his big manly hands. When his pants opened I reached in for his penis and he practically growled when I touched him. It was so big. Maybe not in length but it was the thickest, heaviest penis I’ve ever seen in real life. He was hard and leaking precum. It was so amazing. I stroked him super gently. He was so hot to the touch.

Rich let his pants drop to the floor and he stood and watched me play with his big dick. I was using my thumb to rub the slippery precum all over the head of his penis. I held and delicately fondled his balls with my other hand. His penis kept bouncing and twitching and I really liked it. Then he knelt down and moved me so I was almost half off the couch. He put his hands under my ass and lifted me toward his mouth.

I loved the way he kissed my thighs and my belly and my hips before diving right in. Oral needs it own kinda fore play, you know? And when he did, it was perfect. He kissed my lips over and over. Little ones at first. The smacking feeling and the quick pinch of pressure was so delicious. Then he started kissing longer and harder. My gooey wet lips parted like I was kissing him back. I was moaning and sighing like crazy! He was so close to making me cum. When he could tell I was really close he clamped down with his lips and rolled his tongue over and over and over the length of my pussy. It was heaven and I got off so hard.

While I was still reeling and feeling pins and needles all over, he pulled me down to the floor and pressed that big thick penis into my tiny little pussy. The combination of Rich’s mouth, my arousal and now my orgasm had gotten me wetter and more tender than I’d ever been. He still felt absolutely massive inside me. He groaned loudly when he buried himself all the way in me and then collapsed forward and kissed me. Our first kiss. He pressed his tongue, coated in my honey, into my mouth. I still get all slick and horny thinking about his penis and his tongue inside me at the same time.

He fucked me so, so hard. His hands around my waist, clenching my ribs, lifting me off the floor, grabbing my thighs, pushing them open wider than I thought they could go, he was like possessed! I was actually super close to having another orgasm right when he pulled out. That part wasn’t the greatest, haha, but it was still such amazing sex. I’d never been treated like that before. It was like he knew how to simultaneously use my body for his own pleasure and take everything he wanted from me and make me feel valuable and desirable and good about myself so I wanted to please him.

After we got cleaned up and went up to his room I actually told him that I was just about to cum again when he pulled out. Lol! I couldn’t help myself. Several hours later, I was woken from a hard sleep by the feeling of Rich’s erection rubbing against my ass and my pussy. I rolled over to face him. He kissed me and whispered, “This is to make up for earlier.” He pulled me on top of him. I got off 3 times riding him like that! So I’d say he made up for it.

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