Fucking on the ballroom floor [MF]

I tried to write about this in detail, but too many memories were foggy, and I didn’t like how it was going. So here’s the cliff notes version of a fond memory that I think is pretty entertaining and amusing. I’m late-20s male, decent looking, pretty good, not great shape, average cock — pretty average overall. More game than looks I’d like to think.

I was freshly off with my frequently on and off girlfriend, and I was working at an event my company was hosting in Nashville. On the first night, I have work reasons to interact with a particular couple of women: one mid-30s and a 22-ish girl that works for her. I’m immediately focused on the older of the two; she’s Portugese, tiny, long hair, striking dark eyes, with a disproportionately juicy booty. We’ll call her Megan. Since this story might not entertain you, hopefully this will: http://i.imgur.com/9qnn5oe.jpg

The first night I can tell there’s something there, but she’s keeping some distance. We meet at an event party and I invite them to join me at another one later. We have a good time at a packed Rippy’s, listening to the live music and some (goofy not sexy) dancing, and she’s flirty but resistant to anything too blatant. Her employee is being kind of lame, so we order some pizza, go back and eat it in their room, and I return to mine quite drunk with a hard dick. Didn’t even bother to get her number, or she was already playing extra hard to get — can’t remember.

The next day, I see her at the event, and she’s quite obviously playing hard to get — she won’t give me her number but says I can meet her at another event party that night. Whatever. Of course, there are 1000s of women at this event, let alone in all of downtown Nashville, but at this point I feel committed to the mission. I need to have her. I did actually run into her later at the hotel restaurant, and she gave up the digits, for what it’s worth.

That night most my co-workers are being lame, so I head to the party with just one co-worker, who happens to be extremely hot. We always flirt, but she had a boyfriend at the time, and we had never done anything. She’s 5’2ish, Mexican descent, thick, but far from fat, big tits and ass, just gorgeous (this really doesn’t play into the story but I thought it maybe added a little something). We head to Tequila Cowboy for a couple drinks before going to the event party. After a bit, we un into Megan and her employee, and she seems particularly uninterested. She’s with a group of people and tells me she’s headed upstairs (3-level bar), which I take as her blowing me off. I’m kind of pissed but just let it slide and hang with my co-worker for a bit. We’re about to leave when we run into Megan again, and she’s somehow pissed at me because I didn’t follow her up and she’s been texting me (bad reception or something). I’m somewhat relieved that it’s still on the table, and we head back to the hotel bar to finish the night.

We have a few drinks, me, co-worker, Megan and her employee. I’m pretty shitfaced at this point at this point and even struggling to stand straight at some points. Megan and my co-worker and blabbering on about business, and I’m just thinking “will you two shut the fuck up already?” as I sit there zoned out drunk, trying to get to bed for sex or just sleep. Don’t really even care at this point. Unfortunately, it’s the latter, and we part ways at the elevator without so much as a kiss. I’m out cold as soon as my head hits the pillow.

The next morning I wake to the co-worker I’m rooming with bitching about how “my girls” were banging on our door at 3AM, which I slept right though. I check my phone and have a text from Megan with a suggestive pic, saying she wanted to come give me a kiss goodnight. FUCK. More importantly, most of our company, including me, is flying out that afternoon, so there won’t be another chance. However, I know that Megan will be staying an extra night, and I’m determined to conquer her at this point. I don’t like failure and would be quite bothered going home without fucking her — or anybody for that matter. Plus, I’m just having a great time partying in Nashville, regardless. So, I text Megan and ask if I can stay with her if I skip my flight and leave the next day? She agrees.

The event ends and I say bye to my co-workers who are all leaving, except the CEO and VP (for future reference). I move my stuff to Megan’s room and we get ready to head out for dinner and the general debauchery of Nashville. I know Megan is opening up to me now, but she doesn’t want her employee to know and won’t do anything around her. So, as soon as (need a name for the employee, sorry) April goes into the bathroom, I grab her and start kissing her aggressively. She’s quite aggressive herself and is sticking her tongue down my throat to a degree I’ve rarely experienced. No time for more of course, except when we head to the elevator with April lagging behind, so I grab Megan and pick her up against the wall in the elevator and make out with her some more. She clearly enjoyed that.

We go out and get something to eat, wonder around for a while, head to a rooftop restaurant for more food. The tension building throughout. After a bottle of wine on the rooftop, plus assorted drinks, Megan is a getting a little loose. I’m in a wild, idgaf, say the first thing that comes to mind type mood, and it’s a wonderful time. Later, we head to Tequila Cowboy and Megan is pretty drunk and dancing all over me, flirting, teasing, etc. Remember, she’s quite beautiful, sexy and just a little firecracker, so as I look around I notice that we’re pretty much the stars of the show at this point. It feels good to be the guy with this beautiful women all over me, drawing everyone’s attention. She notices it too and claims that all the women are just looking at me. If they are, it’s just because they’re intrigued as to what’s so great about me that I can pull such an amazing woman (prob think I have a huge cock?).

Anyway, April decides to go home, thank god, and Megan and I stumble down to Rippy’s, which is pretty empty because it’s Sunday, but there’s still live music, and it’s actually nice that it’s not crowded. We sit at a table near the music, and before long I’m drunkenly singing along with all the songs and directing the love songs toward Megan. This is where I really got her. As I sing to her, she’s staring at me so pointedly that it almost weirds me out, and her eyes are glistening. She starts kissing me and can’t keep her lips off me. I actually try to limit it, because too much PDA is awkward to me, but we’re pretty much making out the whole time after this. At one point, the singer says something like “glad to see some people have found love tonight,” clearly referring to us.

So, as we head out I know she’s rearing to go finally. We’re walking back to the hotel and stopping every few steps it seems like to make out. She’s rubbing on my cock through my pants at some points and I reached into her panties and felt how (incredibly) soaked she was. I pulled my hand out, smirked and tasted it, which she said was gross, haha. She’s begging me to fuck her right there in an alley or something, which is a chance I can’t take. Remember, she wouldn’t so much as kiss me in front of her employee, so I know we’re not going to fuck in front of her. But, I have an idea.

I lead her back to the hotel and once through the doors take a sharp left, without the front desk workers seeing us, and through the doors to the convention area of the hotel. It’s like 2-3 AM so there’s nobody in there. I lead her into the hotel ballroom, which is mostly just a big room with 100s or tables with white tablecloths. We start kissing, typical feeling and foreplay, and I throw her on the ground. I immediately start pulling her pants off. She’s kind of nervous about getting caught and tells me to just keep one leg on. I unbuckle and pull my pants down just enough and slide my cock in all the way first stroke. She’s so fucking soaked, it honestly amazed me. I held her thighs and pumped her hard yet passionately, and I can feel her pussy oozing out all over me. Finally. Heaven. After a while, I pull her up and sit on a chair next to a table, encouraging her to ride me. She seems a bit skeptical, but once she sits on my cock, it’s everything I could ask for. I knew ever since I saw her dance how good she would ride a dick. She works her hips on me like she’s giving a lap dance, then uses her feet on the floor to bounce up and down my cock. Then, I pick her up and lay her on a table and stand pounding her with my hands under her thighs. Sliding so smoothly in and out of her wonderful pussy. Unfortunately, whiskey dick got the best of me and I realized at some point that I wasn’t going to cum and somebody was probably going to catch us at some point. We stop and get dressed and head up to the room and pass out.

The next morning, we wake up and I’m feeling great. What a night. April goes to the bathroom, and I slide up behind Megan laying on her side away from me, pull down her shorts and start rubbing my cock around her pussy. I expect to have to warm her up a bit, but when I get to her lips I’m surprised to just slip right in. She’s immediately soaked again…idk if it ever stopped. I pump her from behind, enjoying her amazing ass for a while, but the whiskey dick still lingers and we didn’t have much time, so I stop before April comes out of the bathroom. So, I actually never even got a nut in this whole experience, but it was an incredible time nonetheless.

Thats pretty much the anti-climactic (get it, get it?) end, but there’s still the part I thought was quite humorous. The three of us start getting ready to head down for breakfast at the hotel restaurant. April is sitting there with what looks to me like a sports bra on. I quip “Uh, are you going to put some clothes on?” She says she does have clothes on. Oh. I guess it’s more of a crop top or something, but her full belly is exposed. OK. So, we head down, and as we’re being seated, I notice the CEO and VP of my company and the CEO of one of our biggest clients at a table. They’re looking up as I walk in with these two pint-sized women, one of whom is half-dressed. Of course, we’re sat right by them, and they all have huge grins on their faces as I go to say hello. They ask if I had a good time (wink, wink), and luckily they don’t give a fuck.

That wraps it out. Sorry about the lack of actual action, but I hope the story as a whole was fairly entertaining!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6n9wyc/fucking_on_the_ballroom_floor_mf