I met up with Joe again… at the bar. [FM]

Okay. I hope you guys remember me. If not, I posted about a little thing that happened to me on my last day on my internship. It’s in my post history still.

A bunch of you kept telling me to text Joe and send him something sexy. I tried. I really tried. I dressed up all sexy and touched myself so many times (taking pictures each time) and was trying to work up the nerve to send them. But I didn’t, because I’m super shy and always tried to send them AFTER cumming… probably should have just hit send while I was really horny and not thinking straight.

I’m sure a fucking contradiction, because typing this all up and showing it to you guys seems so much easier and ALSO gets me going. But then again, you don’t know me or know what I look like… you’d probably think I was an innoncent sweet shy girl if we met :)

But we come to last night, and I get a text from Joe:

“How’s the freedom? Are you keeping busy?”

I texted back, “It’s terrible! I need something to keep me occupied or I just end up lying in bed all day.”

We texted back and forth a bit. Mostly just teasing and flirting, nothing overtly sexual. It got me really wet, because I kept thinking back to the stock room.

Finally, he sends me this: “We’re heading out to —pub— tonight for drinks to celebrate at 7. Be there.”

My panties are soaked at this point. I know I’m getting fucked tonight. I thought about getting myself off right there, even started running my hands over my body. But I had to stop. I wanted to be pent up and horny for tonight. It would make the sex so much better.

I get to the bar at around 7:30. I made myself up as sexy as I could, without going overboard. There were other work people going to be there and I didn’t want to come off like a slut. So, cute and well dressed on top, sexy outfit underneath.

Joe is there with some others. There’s a spot on the bench next to him. I have no idea if that worked out because he said something, or whatever, but I was glad for it. The way the place is setup was that there was a long table with a bench on one side and chairs on the other — I sat on the edge of one side of the bench at the corner.

Everyone was really friendly and welcoming, which was great. I mean, I had known them all summer but still… just the intern girl.

Joe was really charming as usual. He bought me a drink without asking me (I was in the bathroom when the waitress came around) and that really turned me on.

The night continued on like that, and people started filtering out. At one point, Joe put his hand on my leg and just left it there. And then, in a really slow and excrutiating way, he began to slide it up my thigh. Nobody could see because of how ridiculously big these tables were at the bar (seriously, I don’t think larger people could have fit in against the bench.)

He kept sliding up. I was squirming around. Trying to get his hand to move faster. I don’t think I would have been like this if I wasn’t a bit drunk, and really really fucking horny. But I was both those things.

He finally slid his hand up my skirt. It wasn’t super short or anything, so it was a bit awkward. But he had his hand right next to my lips and he was fucking tickling me. It felt sooooo good.

Joe whispered to me, “go to the bathroom and take your panties off. Taste yourself. Then give them to me.”

I nodded. Couldn’t really speak anyways. I went to the bathroom, hiked up my skirt, slid down my leggings and pulled off my black panties. I had soaked them. You could really make out the wetness. I’m pretty sure he pulled the move out of Fifty Shades but I really didn’t / don’t care. It still got me going. I slid a finger into myself and then licked it. I was soooo sooo horny guys.

I went back and discretely handed him my panties. He went back to a hand on my leg. The night went on, we were both a bit drunk.

“I’m getting an uber.” He said. No choice, just telling me what was going to happen. Not that I had a problem.

Goodbyes were a bit awkward, because everyone knew what was happening. Well, the three people left when we left. But they were all friends, and didn’t call us out on it. Just said ‘see ya’ and that was it.

So there we are, in the back of some dudes car. He’s got his hand on my inner thigh and kept rubbing my lips. My skirt is hiked up but I’m behind the driver so he can’t see. Joe is sitting in the middle.

We get to Joe’s place. Step inside and he throws me against the wall. I’m throbbing wet at this point. He grabs my hands and raises them up above my head and holds them there with one hand. With the other, he starts rubbing my clit.

I remember mumbling something about getting close. He still was holding my hands and kissing my neck. “I want you to be a good girl and fucking cum for me, Andrea.”

That’s the exact quote, which I remember semi-vividly, since I came on his hand right then and there. It was magnificent. He brought up his fingers and made me lick them clean.

I began stripping him. Taking off his blazer, and then unbuttoning his shirt. Undoing his belt. Sliding down his pants. His cock was already hard. I pulled it out and gripped it with one hand. Licked the tip with my tongue. Took him into my mouth and began blowing him. He was grunting with pleasure.

He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me up. I could taste his precum, and I think he was close. He lifted me by the ass and carried me into his bedroom. I could feel his dick press against my lips the entire way, but never getting inside me. I wanted it so badly.

He threw me on the bed.

“You’re a bad girl, Andrea. You need to be punished.”

“Punish me then.”

He pulled off the rest of my clothes, except my skirt. My shirt and bra got thrown across the room. Then he threw me down on my back and held my hands. Reached down to the bottom of the bed and pulled out handcuffs. They were tethered to the bed or something. He cuffed me.

This was some straight up 50 shades stuff, and it REALLY got me wet. Again.

He began teasing me. Licking me, biting me, kissing me. All over. Especially the neck and collarbone, which I really like. He pinched my nipples and twisted them. Keep going down. Went to my thighs, and then began licking upwards…

“Beg me,” he said.

“Please. Please fuck me.” I don’t even really remember saying that, but I’m pretty sure I did.

He kept teasing. Never quite licking my lips or clit. I just kept repeating that I wanted him to fuck me.

When he finally did, he started so fucking slow. Sliding all the way in…. and then back out… back in… It was really really feeling good, but I wanted him to fuck me hard and fast. I think I said so. Because he started thrusting faster and faster. Slid a hand up to my tits and then my neck. He tightened. Whispered in my ear that I was a dirty little slut. As he was fucking, he was doing it in a way that his abdomen or something was rubbing up against me clit. I came again at that point, telling him over and over that I was his dirty little girl.

He pulled out and came all over my face. I was still handcuffed to the bed. I licked up whatever I could as he untied me. Then he helped me clean up. We showered together and I blew him in the shower. He came down my throat.

After that we passed out in the bed and the next morning was only slightly awkward over coffee and breakfast and now we’re here at today, Saturday. I’m pretty sleepy and a bit hungover but very, very, satisfied.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/77vlqa/i_met_up_with_joe_again_at_the_bar_fm