I have this friend. She’s Chinese and I am crazy attracted to her. We met at a party a few years ago and bonded over our deep, intense love of vodka martinis. It started off as casual flirting and quickly became a very serious inside joke.
We friended each other on Facebook, said our goodbyes and that was it. Every once in a while, I’d see a martini meme and I’d post it on her wall. She’d write back and say, “LOL.” That was pretty much it.
We added each other on Snapchat. I went out with some friends and ordered a martini. I sent her a quick video with text that said, “Wish you were here.”
She texted me back and asked, “Where are you?”
“Griffin Bar. Downtown.”
“I know it,” she said.
About forty five seconds later, there was a tap on my shoulder. I turned around. It was her!
“Maggie!” I said, leaping from my bar stool. “Holy shit! What are you doing here?”
She held up a martini.
“You’re kidding. You’re kidding!” I said, grabbing my martini. We said cheers, took a sip. I introduced her to my friends and she said she was with some of her friends at a table in the back.
“Well, I don’t wanna keep you from your friends –”
“Don’t be silly,” she said. I came to find you. It’s okay.”
“Well, join us, then,” I said. She pulled up a stool next to me and got nice and close to me in the dark bar. Griffin Bar was super trendy and always busy. At night, they turned the lights down and played really smooth, sexy music.
It was definitely a classier place. Maggie guided her hand onto my leg and I put my hand on top of hers, thinking she just wanted to hold hands. I was wrong.
She shifted her hands closer and closer to my cock and unzipped me.
“What,” I said, but she just turned and winked at me.
“It’s okay. I just like my martinis extra dirty.”
I paused. Did … did … wait, did she mean … ?
Soon, my cock was literally out of my pants. No one could have seen. Griffin Bar was totally dark and there was a tablecloth over our table anyway, so we were totally blending in. No one had any idea what was going on.
Maggie started jerking me off.
“So,” she said. “I haven’t seen you in a while.”
“I know. Yeah,” I said. I leaned in and kissed her neck. As I did, she whispered, “Just tell me when you’re ready, okay?”
I nodded.
For the next three minutes, we had about as interesting a conversation as you could have.
Maggie was a petit Chinese woman. Maybe five feet. Maybe one hundred pounds. She had super tiny perky little tits and a great ass. She had a cute little booty, too. Sometimes, to be honest, I’d go on her Facebook page, find photos of her in a bikini and I’d jerk off. Sometimes, I’d open up a text message to her and debate sending her a note asking to meet up, but … I always chickened out.
“Okay,” I said.
Maggie took her martini glass from the table and casually slid it underneath our bar table. She positioned me towards the martini class and finished me off.
“Oops,” she said. Some jizz must have splashed too hard into the martini glass, causing a little to splash over the side.
“That’s okay.”
Maggie pulled the glass out from under the table and inspected it briefly. It was 50% martini, 50% jizz. She grabbed the toothpick and plucked off an olive and used the toothpick to give her drink a little stir.
“Cheers,” she said. She clinked her glass to mine and took a huge sip, gulping it down with ease.
“Ooh,” she said, shaking her head and giggling. “That’s extra dirty. Just the way I like it. Well, hey. Next time you’re out, lemme know? Come say bye before you leave.”
“Uh-huh,” I said. She leaned in and gave me a peck on the lips and a hot little wink.
I put my martini on the table, tucked my cock back into my pants and zipped up.
“Dude,” a buddy said. “She was hot. Why’d you let her go?”
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/77i65v/she_wanted_an_extra_dirty_martini_bar_handjob_m_f