He was not my usual type, shorter and skinnier than I prefer, but there was something intriguing about the man I met in City Lights Bookstore on my first trip to San Francisco. There was an attractive intelligence in his flashing blue eyes, and his messy blond hair added to his charm. He saw me searching for a book and mentioned that he owned a bookstore in Berkeley, then asked if I would like his help picking something. We chatted as we browsed the shelves, and I enjoyed the witty banter. He asked if I’d like to grab a drink, but I was late for a dinner with my coworkers and had to leave, so he wrote his number on a bookmark and slipped it into the book he helped me pick out.
The next morning we had coffee before my flight left. I still couldn’t quite tell how I felt about him, but I enjoyed his humor and the easy conversation. We parted with a promise to meet up again the next time I was in San Francisco.
I held to that promise and met up with him again for brunch the next time I was in town. I decided to stay an extra day after my work meetings were over, and we met on a Saturday morning. It was beautiful and sunny, perfect for a walk along the Embarcadero. We walked down an empty pier and sat on a bench in a private spot. It was warm, and I removed my leather jacket to let the sun shine on my caramel shoulders. He looked me over admiringly, lingering on my pert breasts. He exuded confidence that I found unusual for such a wiry, slightly nerdy guy, and I liked that about him. He rested his arm on the back of the bench, tracing circles on my shoulder blade with his fingertip.
We talked about our favorite authors, our families, and our travels. The more we talked, the more I liked him, and eventually we both fell quiet looking over the Bay. I glanced shyly over at him, trying to determine if he was thinking the same thing that I was. It seems that he was, because he slid his hand through my hair and placed it on the back of my neck, leaning forward to kiss me tenderly. I responded eagerly, allowing my supple lips to part as he gently probed my tongue with his. He sucked and bit my lower lip, making me sigh. We sat there making out for god knows how long.
He reached out to softly stroke my right nipple over my silk top, stimulating it against my lace bra. I pressed my body into his, tentatively placing my hand on the inside of his thigh. He picked up my hand and moved it to his erection, and I obediently began to rub. He reached his right hand between my legs and began caressing my pussy over my jeans. I became very wet, and had to pull away gasping for breath. I wasn’t sure what to do next. I’d already checked out of my hotel, and I was hesitant to go all the way to his house in Berkeley since I had another date with a married couple that afternoon. We made out for a while longer, and then started the walk back.
I needed to use the restroom and stopped at a public bathroom. While inside, I noticed how remarkably clean and isolated this particular bathroom was. An idea formed in my head. I emerged from and asked him if he’d noticed how few people were around. He agreed that yes, there was hardly anyone around. I then asked how he felt about hooking up in bathrooms. I’d only done it once before, years ago, with a boyfriend. He said he was all for it, but didn’t have a condom with him. I was slightly disappointed, but offered to have a little fun anyway. He grinned, and followed me in.
We slipped into the stall at the end of the row and continued to make out. He slipped the straps of my top down my shoulders and pulled it down to my waist. He drew his breath in at the sight of my breasts straining against my lace bra, then looked up at me and smiled broadly. He reached out with one hand to pull aside the lace, fondling my nipple with his thumb. He used his other hand to unbutton my jeans and slip inside to brush my clit, then leaned forward to eagerly suck my nipple. He pushed his fingers into my pussy, giving me strong, steady strokes. I reclined against the wall and moaned, grinding my hips against his hand.
He sucked my tit harder and nibbled. I ran my hand through his hair and gripped it as his strokes became more insistent. My pussy throbbed and my stomach tightened, as a wave of pleasure built. The steady sucking and licking on my nipples spurred on my orgasm; I’ve never had anyone suck my tit quite like he did. The wave crested and I came, a pulse of energy running through my body. I cried out and buried my face in my hair to keep from screaming, shaking uncontrollably. It is very rare for me to cum without oral, but he fingered my pussy and sucked my nipples so well that it was unavoidable.
I rested against the wall panting as he softly brushed his fingers against my clit, kissing my neck and petting my hair. I held onto him to try to stay steady. “Wow,” I breathed, and leaned in to kiss him. He let out a quiet growl as I reached between his legs to rub his rock-hard cock over his pants. He kissed me harder as I unbuckled his belt, then unzipped his fly
and slipped my hand inside. I felt a trickle of precum as I massaged the head of his cock and drew my hand out to lap it up. I produced as much saliva as I could and licked the length of my hand before dipping it back into his boxers, stroking him steadily.
He groaned and thrust his cock into my hand in rhythm with my strokes. I pulled his pants and underwear down with my free hand and caressed his balls, rolling them back and forth, cupping them up toward his body, and gently massaging his perineum. “You can finger my ass if you want,” he whispered, so I did. I dropped to my knees and took him into my mouth. His size and shape was perfect for me, and I was able to take the full length almost to the back of my throat without gagging. I bobbed my head up and down on his cock, giving him wet, messy head.
All of the sudden, we heard voices approaching the bathroom and the door swung open. We froze, and my heart was beating so loudly that I was sure the women outside the stall could hear it. We held our breath as they spoke in Russian and laughed boisterously. I was terrified that they would see us through the crack in the stall and call the cops on us. I felt his erection wilting as I heard water running and the door closing again. The voices faded away and we both sighed heavily with relief. “Do you want me to try to keep going?” I asked him after several tense seconds, and he nodded yes.
I resumed sucking and soon felt him getting hard again. He ground his ass against my finger and gently held the back of my head, his body twitching involuntarily. I licked his cock up and down, swirled my tongue around his head, and then returned to sucking the entire length of him from balls to tip. I felt his balls begin to tighten and pulse, while his cock throbbed in my mouth. Soon, a flood of hot cum filled my mouth. I took his load and probed the tip of his cock with my tongue to coax the last of it out, maintaining a seal with my lips in order to avoid spilling any. I looked up at him and opened my mouth to show him the volume of his gift to me. He laughed at my show of pride, and I swallowed it down.
He helped me up and kissed me, exploring my mouth with his tongue in order to taste the remnants of his cum. Most guys won’t kiss me after I’ve swallowed their loads, and I found his lack of shyness about it incredibly hot. I exited the bathroom first and looked around to make sure the coast was clear, then ducked my head back inside to tell him it was safe to come out. We noticed a security camera in the breezeway on the way out and waved to it, giggling. We laughed all the way back to his car, and had one last kiss before he drove off. We both agreed that we should see each other again the next time I was in San Francisco for business.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gtduc1/mf_the_book_seller
Great story! He seemed totally confident!