I baked some chocolate chip cookies for my Grandma and was headed to her building to drop them off. In the elevator, I met the most unique looking woman I’d ever seen. She had tattoos all up and down her arms, those bar earrings that connect two piercings in her ears and, wait for it, a buzz cut.
She was a natural blonde with stunning blue eyes. She was wearing a lacy ALMOST see through t-shirt with frayed jean shorts and Chucks. And the closer I gawked, the more I realized something else. She had the finest body hair I’d ever seen on her legs.
“I love your hair,” I said.
“Oh?” She asked, running her hand across the buzz. And then I noticed something else! She had hairy armpits. I don’t know why, but it was closely trimmed and so fucking sexy.
“Yeah,” I said. “I think you’re … I don’t know … incredibly beautiful.”
“You do?” She asked. This time, she was blushing.
“I do. Your whole look is curious. But in a good way. I … I can’t take my eyes off of you. You’re stunning.”
“I’m Heather,” she said, extending her hand.
“Jacob.”
“Hi Jacob.”
“Hi Heather. So … you live here?”
“No,” she said. “I’m visiting my Grandma.”
“No way!” I said. “I’m visiting MY Grandma! I even baked her cookies.”
“Oh,” Heather said. “You’re a better Grandchild than I am. I came empty handed.”
“I’ll share,” I said, extending the Tupperware container of cookies.
“Wait. Seriously?” Heather asked. She reached into her bag and pulled out an empty Tupperware container. “Can I have a few?”
“Of course,” I said, opening the lid. Heather took four and put them in her container. “This is amazing. I’m going to win so many brownie points with this one. I owe you a drink!”
“Yeah? I’ll hold you to it. Want my number?”
“Oh,” she said, kind of stunned that I followed through. “Yeah, yeah. Sure.”
— THREE DAYS LATER —
“The cookies were a huge success!” The unknown sender says.
I think for a second before realizing it’s Heather—the girl from the elevator.
“Oh! Great — I’m glad Grandma liked them.”
“Honestly, only three made it upstairs lol.”
I texted back, asking about that drink. Heather said she was back at her Grandma’s on Friday and we could meet at the bar downstairs at 7pm.
Deal!
Always one to be prompt, I got to the bar at 6:50 and ordered a drink. At 7 on the dot, Heather entered. I could swear she was wearing the same outfit, but she wasn’t dirty. She was beautiful and edgy. And she smelled like lemons.
“Hey babe!” She said, coming in for a tight hug.
“Hey,” I said giving her a small peck on the cheek. “What are you drinking?”
“Uh … water and a White Russian. Hey, Jacob … I’m going to the bathroom. That one over there. How about in, like, 30 seconds, you get up and follow me?”
I nodded, pretending to be discreet even though the bar wasn’t really busy yet. She got up and walked off and I looked at my watch like a fucking idiot. Like I was going to time her.
Thirty seconds later, I got up and opened the bathroom door. Heather was sitting on the toilet taking a piss.
“Hey stranger,” she said. “Wanna fuck?”
I nodded and leaned in for a kiss. I put my hand between her legs and she pissed over my fingers.
“Hey kinky,” she giggled.
“Hey back,” I said removing my fingers from her stream. She held her mouth open and I put my fingers in her mouth. She licked and sucked.
“Mmm, tastes good.”
She wiped, flushed and hoisted herself onto the sink. I undid my pants and slipped myself inside of her tight pussy. She had a thick blonde bush.
“Damn you’re big. How big? I know you’ve measured.”
“9 inches solid.”
“Oh my god you’re going to rupture my cervix with that thing,” She said with a laugh.
I got more than halfway in before I couldn’t go any deeper. I hit the her cervix.
“Cum fast,” she said. “And in my mouth when you do.”
I nodded and started pumping in and out of her. She rubbed her clit and cupped her hand over her mouth while she moaned. I pushed up her top, leaned down and sucked on her nipple.
As I got close, I signaled to her and she sat back down on the toilet, spread her legs and opened her mouth. I stood and aimed and shot a thick load of jizz right into her gaping mouth. She gulped it down.
“That was fun.”
I nodded. She pulled her shorts back up and headed into the bar. I zipped up, washed my hands and ten seconds later, I exited the bathroom door and took my seat next to her at the bar.
“So,” I said. “How was your day?”
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/78geni/bar_sex_with_a_near_stranger_m_f
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