Worshiping at the Altar [MF] [Long]

I wonder if I can actually do this…This will probably be a little funny, a little sexy, and who knows what else… I have been lurking forever, and finally decided to try and put this down as best I remember it. Please forgive any editing woes as this is my first time. All names have been changed for anonymity.

It was about 13 years ago. I was 21, working at a restaurant as a server/bartender at a relatively nice steak house. I was fresh out of a bad relationship and about to move to another state, so I had recently started flirting more openly with the girls I worked with. Normally, I wouldn’t shit where I eat, but I had nothing to lose at this point. First there was the hostess Candace, the 18 year old younger sister of my best friend’s girlfriend Taylor. She was short, maybe 5’3”, had long dirty blonde hair, and plump b-cups. We had a few make-out sessions, but nothing ever really transpired. Then one fateful Sunday I was working the lunch shift behind the bar.

In walked Belle, 18, about 5’6”, beautiful hazel/green eyes, brown hair just below her shoulders, great ass, hips, thin waist and perky b/c-cups. She walked up to the bar and asked if we were hiring. Now, we weren’t actually hiring, but I knew my manager would want to at least interview her, so I made her a coke and handed her an application to fill out. Lo and behold, he gave her the job and she started training. At this point I was still trying to get into Candace’s pants, so I wasn’t really paying much attention to Belle. I’d been working more bar shifts lately so our interactions were mostly me making drinks for the tables she was waiting on.

One night, things changed. Since I was one of the more senior staff, I was one of the closers that night. This meant that if you were one of the servers, you couldn’t leave for the night unless I signed off on your side work (i.e. rolling silverware in napkins, refilling the salt and pepper, etc.). The night was winding down and Belle was closing out one of her tables at one of the point of sale computers. That’s when I first really got a good glimpse of her ass. The way she was standing, made it sort of pop out; and it was glorious. I needed the station to order something for one of my tables, so I patiently waited behind her to finish, but in the meantime I said something so bold, I can barely believe it actually came out of my mouth. “If you keep standing there with your ass out like that, I’m going to have to slap it.” Without batting an eye, she quickly responded, “How do you know I wouldn’t like that?” I was so stunned by her quick wit that I just replied with “Okay, we’ll see.” and gave her a smile. The night went on, but the thought of Candace never entered my mind again. The cross hairs were solely on Belle from this point on.

We worked a few more shifts together, and we both knew what was what, but she was still in high school (this was spring time and she was about to graduate), so any after-work interaction would have to wait until the weekend. She could then tell her parents she was staying at her friend’s house, which wasn’t a lie, but it allowed her the freedom to stay out later than her normal curfew. This was right before text messaging was unlimited, so we did what normal people did and talked on the phone leading up to the weekend. The typical getting to know you stuff, but one way or another, the conversation would always lead to something sexual. By the time the weekend rolled around I was about to explode. All of the stars finally aligned, and I was going to get to hang out with Belle outside of work. I didn’t necessarily know I was going to get laid that night, but I knew there would at least be some fun/sexy time with her. She on the other hand, knew exactly what was going to go down.

As I mentioned earlier, I was about to move away to a different state, so I threw myself a going away party. My parents had gone out of town that weekend, and I invited all of my friends over from college. Things were going great. We were playing drinking games, smoking a little ganja and listening to some great tunes on the stereo. Even though I was legally an adult, I had asked my friends to keep the party outside by the pool, as to not wreck my parent’s house inside…they were moving too and still had to sell the house.

That’s when Belle said “I want to see your room!” I was a little drunk and high, so I was still oblivious that this beautiful specimen was about to let me know what she had planned for the night. She followed me up the stairs to my room, and once we were in, she promptly shut the door and locked it. I was so intent on giving her the “tour” that I didn’t even notice she had locked the door until she hugged me from behind, urging me to spin around and kiss her. We had kissed before, but this time, I was instantly hard, and finally on the same page that she was on. We made out like that for a few minutes, but I was slowly backing her up to my bed. I grabbed the remote to my stereo and hit play. I didn’t care what CD played I just wanted some sort of background music in case any of my friends got any crazy ideas. It just so happened that it was “Songs about Jane” by Maroon 5. All in all, a pretty sexy album…this will come into play a little later.

Once I had her on the bed, the clothes started coming off. First her shirt came off, then mine. Next was her bra, and let me tell you…her breasts were amazing. I never could really tell underneath the dress shirt she had to wear for work as they were men’s shirts, not women’s blouses. Now that she was topless, I moved my attention down her neck, slowly nibbling her ear, working my way to one of her nipples. I slowly circled my tongue around her left nipple; then proceeded to “make sure the other one didn’t get jealous.” Trust me… they were going to get my full attention this night. We dry humped a little bit while making out, and by the movement of her hips, I knew she wanted more. I kissed my way down her chest, making sure to make the required stops along the way. At this point, I helped her out of her jeans, and next came her thong. Once removed, she laid back on the bed, and I opened her legs with my hands to see her beautiful shaved mound.

This was the closest I’ve ever come to being with a virgin. From our previous sexy conversations, I knew she had only been with one guy, one time, and that he didn’t fulfill (cough, cough) her desires well enough. I had told her “I’m not HUGE, but I’m definitely not small” and she was about to find out on her own. But first, I had to taste what was in the treasure box just before my eyes. There I was… my head was between this barely legal 18 year-old’s thighs just going to town on her. I licked up, down, circled her clit, even did the ol’ alphabet trick, but she wanted more than my tongue. All while this was going on, I had removed my shorts, but not my boxers. I removed them and went over to the night stand, got a condom out and rolled it on as quickly as I could. I went down one more time gave her a nice sloppy lick (I feel like spitting is somehow demeaning? Idk) and rubbed the head of my dick on her pussy. That’s when she said “put it in” and who was I to argue with this naked goddess of a woman? We started out east-west on the bed with me on top with her moaning in my ear as I kissed her neck. This went on for a while, then we switched it up and she was on top riding me. Somehow I flipped her back over and now we were west-east on the bed going at it as hard as we could.

Then it happened…there’s this one song called “Secret” on that album, and there is a line that goes “Cool these engines, Calm these jets; I ask you, how hot can it get?; As you wipe off beads of sweat, slowly you say, I’m not there yet.” I couldn’t contain my laughter; I was literally dripping beads of sweat on her as I was doing my best jack hammer impression to get her there. She laughed and suggested she ride again, so I obliged.

Believe it or not, but the combination of alcohol/weed/condom was keeping that urge away while not impeding my performance. We went at it for over an hour and a half in my room. I had left all my friends downstairs/outside but trusted them enough to not wreck the place. Then BANG, BANG, BANG! It was my old college roommate Greg. He had just driven 45 minutes across town to come to my going away party. “What are you doing in there?” he yelled. So, in an appropriately loud enough response, I yelled back “What the fuck do you think I’m doing in here?” Belle laughed, looked at the clock and said “Holy shit! We’ve been up here for like 2 hours! Maybe we should go back down to the party.” At that point, I was pretty spent, so unfortunately I didn’t get to finish, but I couldn’t care less. I had just spent the last two hours worshiping at the altar of Venus. We cleaned ourselves up and went downstairs.

Remember Candace? Well, her older sister Taylor was outside smoking a cigarette by the door when we walked out. She said to Belle, “So…I’ve always wondered…” and before she could finish her sentence, Belle responded “oh, he’s big.” We all laughed, and Taylor said, “I was just going to ask if he was any good in bed” We laughed again. I lit up a cigarette, and all of my guy friends just gave me the look of a mental high-five.

The night eventually ended, Belle went to her friend’s house to sleep that night as she was working the lunch shift the next morning. I wasn’t, so I got to sleep in, but I was working the dinner shift, and by the time I got in, the entire restaurant knew that we’d hooked up the night before. Really like middle-school gossip, everybody knew everybody’s business but I was moving away in two weeks, so I didn’t really care. Apparently one of the servers found out when Belle bent over to pick something up and made a noise like she was sore down there, and the server knew exactly what was up and asked her directly if she’d gotten laid the night before. So needless to say, I was the hero to all of the guys in the restaurant, because Belle wouldn’t give any of them the time of day. Belle and I hooked up every chance we got for the next two weeks knowing the relationship had a shelf life. Funny thing is, we are still friends to this day, and usually call each other on our birthdays and the conversation still goes to sex, but more along the lines of both of us complaining that we don’t get it often enough from our significant others or lack thereof.

This was my first attempt at anything like this, so be gentle…or don’t. If it gets enough attention, I might just have to call Belle and let her know about this little post and see if she has any details to add.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6onloi/worshiping_at_the_altar_mf_long

2 comments

  1. Great story! Did you “fulfill” her desires? How long is “not HUGE, but not small”?

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