[M]y night [F]rom the Bar.

I remember this like it was only yesterday, but it was actually 7 years ago. I was 23 and a bit of a no hoper working at a warehouse just moving stock in a dead end 9 to 5. I would look forward to nights where I could game with my online mates (PCMasterace)

One Friday night me and 2 mates went the the local like we often did just cause it we had nothing better to do. I’ve ended up setting by myself as my mates saw an old school friend at the bar and I didn’t want to mingle. I’m sitting by myself and this medium height, little thick, long haired, redhead female is looking at me and I’m making sure I don’t look at her because I don’t want to mingle. About 10 minutes by myself the redhead comes over and sits with me and introduces herself (Lynda). She is a local girl out with some friends looking to hook up.

I’m not interested but she won’t stop talking and I just keep drinking. About 30 minutes has passed and I think she has told me everything and I would swear there is nothing left to talk about in the world but she keeps talking. During this time she is getting closer and closer and now she has her hand on my shoulder and I’m thinking WTF. As you may have been able to tell I don’t like to mingle, in fact I generally pretty happy not talking to other people.

Another 10 minutes and more drinks she is basically sitting on my lap and has her hand on my crouch. By now I’m pretty tipsy and starting to not give a shit, I put my hand on her lap and lean in to give her a kiss. OMG she stops talking and kisses me back like a gobbledygook. She starts sucking my face like it’s her last meal. Holly shit, what have I done as I sobered up a little. We separate from kissing as I need to breathe and I need a stiffer drink so I get a double rum and coke and I get the same for Lynda.

I sit down again, I don’t know we’re my mates are and the bar is pretty busy. Lynda whispers in my ear “lets get out of here, I live close by”. Im my head I say “fuck it”. I say “yes”.

As we walk Lynda lights up a cigarette and by the time we are at her apartment she has finished it. She opens the door and we walk it. The door closes and again she is eating my face and I’m kissing an ashtray. I have not been with many women and I think I’ve never kissed a smoker before but hay I’m still a bit charged and getting some action.

Let me tell you a little about myself. Male, 23, 6’1, heavy, haven’t seen a lot of sun, hair lacking as time keeps ticking, package – don’t know as I’ve never measured it (like what normal guy does) but from what I’ve seen from porno’s I’d say disappointing, ambitions minimal, 5/10 and possibly lower as my mum is bias.

I unzip Lynda’s dress and it falls off her shoulders and sits on her hips and I see her pale, freckled skin and her bra (I’m thinking it is an older bra as it looks a bit like something my mum would wear). We recommence kissing and I struggle with the bra clasp. Finally I have success (I needed 2 hands) and Lynda let’s the bra fall away. I’m standing in the apartment entry looking at her tits, again me and a real live girls have not had many engagements but I’ve seen my fair share of porno’s but these tits were facing the ground with one happier (bigger) than the other. I’ve no idea on size as I’ve never worked in a bra store but I would say one is a hand full and the other is bigger. But hay what do I care they are tits and I’m looking at them. We recommence kissing and now I’m touching tits, yippie. I notice she is pulling at my tee shirt and we lift it over my head. She is now looking at my too hairy, round stomach and I think her eyes start to weep from the sight.

We move towards the bedroom and Lynda walks out of the dress and shoes as we move. Now I see she is wearing a G string and her ass is hungry as it has eaten the whole thing up. I’m thinking we will need a mining expedition to recover the garment.

The room light is on and I’m removing my jeans and shoes and am now standing if front of her with a pair of boxers on as she sits on the bed. Lynda slides her hands up my leg under the boxers and pulls them down. If she wasn’t crying before she would be crying now cause I’ve got whisky dick. This thing of mine has not being paying attention. Lynda gets straight to work and takes the whole jellybean in her mouth and I reach down and grab the smaller breast (I figure it must miss out on most of the action) thinking of a porno scene to wake up Mr Stupid. Finally he starts to grow and Lynda I think is having her last supper. I’m starting to understand why she is a larger girl, she likes things in her mouth.

After a little while my member is paying full attention and has maxed out which as I mentioned is a disappointment. I push Lynda onto her back and help the mining crew complete their task and remove her final piece of clothing. Once removed I’m looking straight at her map of Tasmania. I would say in the past it was mowed and trimmed but I think the gardener has been on holidays or on strike for a little while. But again so what I’m looking at a red bush.

I lay next to her and we touch, kiss and caress (the ashtray is less strong now but I’m thinking I’m tasting some of myself on her lips and I’m thinks when did I last wash, poor Lynda having to put up with that). Now I’m seeing all of her and touching everything she is probably 6/10 as she is better than me. I place my hand between her legs and commence my search for the opening and the bean, it can’t be that hard. On my search I found, hair, flaps and skin. I used my fingers to divide and conquer and I achieved my goal. Lynda grabs my working hand and moves it to her mouth and starts sucking on my moistened fingers (why). On the way past I managed to smell her musk and I would say more fishy musk but again action is action and I’m a bit starved of action. I ask about a condom as I don’t have any and she tells my not to worry and hop on board and I do (amazing how the little head does the thinking for the big head).

I lay on top, line up Mr Rogers for the great expedition and start my march forward. Mr Rogers finds his way and the expedition starts (the first unsealing of the cave feels great). I’m doing my best to push in and pull out, pay attention to the titties, kissing the body and overall leave a lasting impression. How does she feel you ask, I would say like if I have some a piece of thinly sliced ham in my hand with oil poured into it and a slightly tight grip (not that I would know how that feels). Am I doing this right, what else should I be doing how does this feel for her? So many questions. Please understand I am enjoying myself with the feelings of the expedition and titties. I then remember I should also be paying attention to the bean but struggle to work that into my rhythm. Lynda seems to being enjoying it as she is moaning, moving with me, saying my name “more Matt” and “harder Matt” and “deeper Matt”. God I’m trying as hard as I can, it just may be I’m not very good at this.

I suggest we change positions with me on my back and her riding me and we do. This works well as I am now able to play with her bean and watch her nipples (her pink, pokie nipples) look at me. I said they hang down now I know why as it’s so I can see them better when she is on top and they look great.

My drunk state has subsided a lot by now and making out with a real person which is better than not making out with a real person or making out with Mrs Palmer and her 5 daughters. I struggle to slow Mr Rogers down as it would appear he is also excited at looking at bouncing titties and I grab Lynda’s hips and push hard into her as I let go with my blue vein puss chucker deep into her love hole. I grunt loudly and she collapses onto of me. “That felt good” I whisper in her ear. She whispers “let’s get pizza”, maybe a relationship could work here.

I’ve read other stories on GWS and figure either everyone else out there are super stud sex stars or full of sh*t. Not sure which one is true.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ek51u9/my_night_from_the_bar