That 5th shot of Patron and sex with a stranger [MF]

*If you have not read my previous stories.. you should know, my stories are VERY LONG. If you have read them.. you know this one won’t be any different. This takes place a month before my college graduation, and it is the story of the last time I hooked up with someone else who isn’t my current fiancé. Six weeks later, we officially began dating (and yes, we had hooked up before this and do afterwards but before dating) .*

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**Backstory:**

So, it’s a Friday night and he is working – unavailable to satisfy my sexual cravings that night. Believe me, I was having cravings. I am a very sexual person (as you might have noticed if you read my other stories), and going 6 weeks without sex is just not in my nature. I don’t enjoy it at all. My friends and I were graduating in a month, and we had been going to the same bar pretty much every weekend since we were able to get in (i.e.,since we got to know the bouncers sophomore year at 19/20). The bar essentially consisted only of people from our school, and people from our school only went there and the bar across the street. However, you either went to one or the other, and your entire “crowd” was there. I don’t know what made us decide to walk a couple blocks to a club downtown, but for us it was an adventure. It was a new thing to experience before graduation. I’m not sure what exactly we were looking for – a new crowd, new potential hookups, pricey drinks served in ACTUAL glass, a fucking cover charge, bouncers that actually checked ID? Not sure, but we got all of that. As a matter of fact, my roommate’s boyfriend was actually denied entry because his ID was expired. She angrily walked back with him to our apartment. She was my closest friend of the group, but I was still friends with the others and thought we would just have a good night anyway. However, it was a pretty weird experience. My friends usually called me “Houdini” because when we went to our usual haunt, we showed up together, then I would disappear for the night and see them again when it was last call. Since we knew pretty much everyone there, I would always stop to talk to people, especially guys, and they would just buy me drinks/shots. I think I paid for 3 drinks senior year. Anyway, it was weird being at a bar where I knew NO ONE except who I came with, and even weirder that I had spent $20 and still wasn’t even drunk.

Throughout the course of the night, I texted my current fiancé several times, and got no response. He was working, but irrational drunk me thought maybe I just liked him more than he liked me. Also, as the night wore on, I kind of got bored of being with the same people all the time. Maybe they were just not that fun, since this particular group consists of people I hardly ever speak to (with the exception of the roommate who never actually went in the bar that night). Well, graduation and a slight quarter-life crisis were on my mind, so I headed to the bar to order yet another tequila sunrise. The guy at the bar next to me trying to get a drink was dressed up in aa tux, and so were a bunch of others there that night. While at the bar, we caught eyes and I just couldn’t help asking why they were all dressed for a black-tie event. He was an alum of a university about 1.5 hours south of where we were (graduated the previous year), but his fraternity had a formal at the hotel/venue across the street. Everyone had gone out after. He heard my drink order (tequila sunrise), and decided to order shots of Patron. We did the shots, he ordered 2 more on his tab, we kept talking. The conversation was a bit of a blur, but I do clearly remember wanting to go on the bar’s rooftop area, but there were too many people up there so they wouldn’t let us up. Okay, so now I lost my friends, and you know what ? I didn’t fucking care. My head was spinning, between the alcohol, uncertainty about my future (relationship-wise and otherwise), and the fact that as a rather slutty individual , I had never picked anyone up at a bar. I never had a random one night stand in my life at that point, and to this day, he is my only one. (side note: I did have people I had sex with only once but they were friends not randoms) . For some reason, this fact played on my mind as we hardcore made out at the bar in our sloppy-drunk state. The guy was attractive, and had a hotel room across the street. However, he was sharing that with his formal date who he said kind of liked him and may have read too much into the date. She had already gone to bed in there. We literally had no where to go except back to my apartment, but for some reason we went to his friend’s hotel room anyway. It was one of those rooms that is attached to another room, so he was able to get in through his room. I’m not sure why he thought it would be a good idea to go there because his friend was in there with his girlfriend. We probably interrupted something, but it was pitch dark so you couldn’t even tell.

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**The beginning of the “good part”**

We were super drunk and very ready to get in each other’s pants, so after his friend and the friend’s girlfriend informed us that their extra bed is not for us , we left and started walking down the hall pushing on random doors to see if one would open . This is yet another thing we did that night that had no possibility of turning into a place for us to fuck… yet it kinda temporarily worked. A door opened, and no one was inside. There were 2 pizzas and a box of breadsticks sitting there still warm. Logic would tell you people would be back very soon to eat their food. That 5th shot of Patron said “fuck in their bed”. But before that, the guy, who introduced himself as “Paul the 3rd” (apparently, he loved his suffix), handed me a breadstick as he grabbed a slice of pizza (I don’t eat pizza), and then a bottle of water from the mini fridge. This was not our stuff. Not our room. Yet, my drunk self didn’t argue as he informed me we should eat and hydrate before figuring out where we should go. At this point, all of 10 minutes went by, and we just started going at it right there in someone else’s room. We were making out furiously, and his shirt and jacked came off quickly. Pants were unbuttoned, and I pulled out his cock and started stroking it. Yes, the 5th shot of Patron still heavily insisted that this was a solid plan..except, it wasn’t. It turns out, all the rooms in that area were part of a reserved block for that fraternity formal, so when the people came back to seeing us half-naked, with his dick out in their bed, they knew who he was. There was some arguing and yelling .. I zipped and buttoned my black jeans as Paul put his cock back in his pants and looked for his shirt. My shirt was never removed, so at this point I was dressed, but Paul’s shirt and tie were missing in action. The people were rightfully pissed the fuck off, screaming at him to get out NOW, so he grabbed his jacket and we left. They never really said anything at all to me.

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**The actual good part:**

Now, onto plan D. Paul had paid for one hotel room already, which is where his formal date was sleeping , blissfully unaware of our shenanigans. Now, we were on our way to the front desk (with him still shirtless with a jacket on!!!) , and he was just going to book another room. They were completely booked, so we went across the street and slightly around the corner to another hotel (right around the corner from the club we were in). We went up to the front desk, and at this point the alcohol was still hitting me, and exhaustion was setting in. But, the show must go on.. so Paul asks the front desk lady , who probably deals with all sorts of BS at this crazy hour, if there are any rooms left . There is one available room. I must add, this is a classy hotel, not some common one-night-stand motel with crabs in their sheets. My head was spinning, so I put my elbows on the counter with my hands up to rest my chin , attempting to hold my head steady, as Paul did the check in work. I’ll never forget the silent look of judgment I got from that hotel worker as our eyes locked and I proceeded to tell her, “I never do this stuff .. I swear I don’t do this kind of thing. I never did this before, but I’m graduating college in a month, so I am.” I probably was slurring those words the whole time too. Sometimes I wonder if she went home and told someone the story about me and laughed about it later, or were really that many others that I just blended in.

So phase 2 continues in our room. As soon as we entered the room, Paul pinned me to the door, with one hand above my head. It was sexy, despite our state of intoxication. His hands reach up under my tan and black crop top, pulling it off and discarding it with one quick motion as he released my hand he had held to the door. He shrugged off the jacket he had on over his bare chest, as I fumbled with his pants once again. His hands were now feeling me all over my bare arms, shoulders, sides, and still-covered boobs. We are still against the door as he reaches under my black bralette and gently plays with my right nipple before lifting that off of me too. Now, he is in his boxers with his pants around his ankles, and I am still wearing my tight black jeans , but they are unbuttoned and unzipped, revealing my black lace thong (matching my bralette). Paul steps out of his pants so that his boxers are all that’s covering him as I reach for his dick and try to free it. I remember thinking we should move to the bed, as much as being pinned to a wall excites me, his dick wasn’t getting in me this way. But I was wrong. Between aggressively making out, neck-nibbling, and nipple teasing we managed to get completely naked right there in the doorway. Paul then managed to lift me up with his hands under my ass, pinning me to the door at the appropriate angle for him enter me. I was most definitely wet, and the thrill of anonymity exited me, as he finally pushed into me in one quick motion. There was something about not knowing him, and the fact that I had never done this that made that first push so euphoric. I felt the tingling of sexual pleasure deep inside of me, and the weight of whatever “quarter life crisis” I was having lifted in that instant. Somehow, this reckless behavior was what I needed. Of course, I don’t advise these actions because if you pick the wrong person you could end up dead in a ditch somewhere. Luckily, I had some hot sex and lived to tell the tale. Anyway, we lasted under a minute in that position. Paul’s strength started to give out, probably not helped by the alcohol consumption, and finally, he carried me to the bed and climbed on top of me.

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It turns out Paul was very much like many of the other guys I had been with, and loved grabbing at my ass. So, after pounding me missionary for a bit, he stops and said he wanted to bend me over so he could enjoy my ass. At this point I wasn’t sure if he just meant doggy-style or anal, but I was ready for either so I went to get into position on the bed. However, Paul had other plans. He wanted me to bend over the desk in the room near the window. By window, I mean the WALL was a window., and the curtains were open (lights were off though. He turns the desk lamp on, and all of a sudden we are visible to whoever was outside and still awake at 3am. In another quick motion, he slammed into my pussy hard while I reached down to play with my clit. Paul began grabbing my ass as he pounded away, gripping one cheek roughly while smacking the other. I let myself focus on the pleasure, clearing my mind, and letting a moan escape . I knew I was getting close, but the smacking stopped suddenly, and this threw me off a bit. Then, I felt a little wetness drip down my ass. Paul had spit down on my asshole, and began rubbing it as he fucked me. He slid a finger in, then two, and seconds later I came hard, covering his dick with juices. Not wanting to cum inside of me despite my being on birth control, he asked if he can finish in my ass, and I said he can. Without hesitation, he pulled his dick from my pulsating pussy, and pushed it deep into my ass, almost instantly filling me with cum. This is one of my favorite places for a guy to finish, and I realized that this night. The only thing I remember after this is grabbing a water and getting in bed – we passed out almost immediately. I don’t even think we said another word until the morning.

**Aftermath:**

*Paul and I hooked up again the next morning, but that wasn’t nearly as memorable because we were pretty hungover. He borrowed a shirt from a friend the next day to walk me back to campus, in the outfits we wore out that night. I’m sure we looked ridiculous, and we got multiple stares in the hotel elevator. To this day, I don’t know his last name and he doesn’t know mine. However, we did exchange phone numbers, and texted 1 or 2 times after. I guess I’m not good at staying complete strangers.*

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/999ku5/that_5th_shot_of_patron_and_sex_with_a_stranger_mf