Hey, guys! It’s been a while, so I figured I’d post another story.
I’ll skip through a lot of stuff since you can read about them in my first post here
but to give you the bare essentials about me, I used to be this really sheltered, religious conservative girl, but then the outside world happened. I’m Asian, 5”5, slender, and I wear a 32B/A depending on the brand, but I’d like to think my ass makes up for it.
A few months after that first post, I was in a pretty fun position in my life. I was discovering myself and I had gotten a few friends to get out of their shells too. This particular night, we were out clubbing, and I loooved clubbing. I still do, but I was more into it back then because it was such a new thing for me, and every night out felt so unpredictable.
So we went out, and we were looking pretty good. Posh, even. I went in something daring, but careful. A tight white tank top and some dark skinny jeans, with a fashionable black Zara jacket on top. Enough to not look out of place.
It was reaching the high point of the night, and while a few guys had approached us and danced a bit maybe, nobody had committed to anything firm, and I guess I sorta wanted something to happen. Something memorable.
I did what any reasonable college girl and downed three more shots of Jager in a row and waited for some guys to get close.
I’m generally a very low-tolerance person and I only had started drinking a few months before, so this really kicked my ass honestly. I remember gravity feeling like it was turned all the way up, and this need to keep moving still, as if sitting still would kill me.
A few guys approached us and I immediately hugged one. Like, my arms were all around him and my aching head was on chest. The guys laughed of course, and so did my friends, but the guy hugged me back.
The guys sat with us, but I mostly just interacted with my guy. He gave me more shots, and looking back, that might have been construed as creepy, but whatever. I took off my jacket, and tied it around my waist. I’m not a bombshell or anything, and I don’t really have cleavage, but the night’s accumulated drinks spilled on myself made my white tank cling to my skin, and you could see my baby blue bra through my shirt.
See, I know how to make nights memorable?
His arm was around my waist know, just on top of my ass.
“You look really fucking hot,” he said, or at least, I think he did. This was more than a year ago and my memory’s pretty hazy.
I said something along the lines of, “Yeah, I really fucking am.”
I was crazy drunk at this point, approaching the point of no return. I had just one more in me, maybe.
I picked up the glass, and so did he. I put it back down, and he looked sort of confused. I bent down with my head and bit down on the glass, keeping it between my teeth, and craned my head upwards, taking the shot without any hands. I lapped up my leftovers, my tongue visibly cleaning the sides of the glass.
He didn’t even take his shot. He started making out with me right there, grabbing me by the sides. My friends cheered, his friends cheered, I was crazy drunk, it was great.
We checked out. Some of my friends were worried, but I was out of the club before they could really protest.
We kept making out in the Uber to his place. My hand was on top of his crotch, and his on top of my chest, and I sort of hope the Uber driver didn’t notice, but he probably did.
When we got into his apartment, the whole thing was this blur. It was like a movie scene. Our lips were still attached to each other, but we were shedding clothes while rushing our way to his bedroom. By the time we got there, we were both just in our underwear…and a sock. I remember stopping to take off my last sock.
He threw me onto his bed, basically, took off his boxers, and placed his cock right on top of my face.
I sucked.
I know how to take instructions when I’m given them.
He worked on my bra, but couldn’t really reach the clasp, so I did it myself. He groped me in every way, pinching on my nipples and pulling and I was moaning in both pain and pleasure.
There was an awkward pause when he realized he was out of condoms. lol. He dressed back up again to go downstairs to get some, but we restarted once he got up.
I was crazy red from Asian flush with all the alcohol, and even redder with how hot the whole situation was, being with a stranger in his place after that much alcohol. He was on top of me, about to go in, and the moment he penetrated me was pure ecstasy. And again, and again, and again.
…but then he finished in under a minute and couldn’t get it up again. Whatever.
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Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a9n54e/f_my_night_out_at_the_club
Would you have let him in without a condom?
Whiskey dicked. Ouch… Atleast the makeout was memorable