I was so exhausted getting off work around midnight. It was another busy Friday at the restaurant where we did around 200 some covers and I was really just looking forward to sipping on something tart and refreshing like an aperol spritz. It was also a bartender’s send off party so I had a feeling it was going to get a bit rowdy so I mentally pumped myself a bit but really I was just tired. I mean cooking is fun and fulfilling but holy moly does it take the life out of you as soon as you get off. Yknow those cooking shows where its like “omg there’s only 10 minutes left of the challenge..how is he going to pull it together?!?!” well its like that in the kitchen but only 12 hours in a row, every day.
Anyway, at this time last year I was 27, 6’2 and pretty fit from sweating my butt off at work and drinking too much 3 nights a week. I’m asian and in a very liberal city on the west coast. Asian guys don’t really get a lot of love on the apps, but that didn’t really stop me from being a total fucking slut. I had a lot going for me and I played the industry card whenever I could: cooking is cool! celebrity chefs are all the rage and I was working for one. It worked for me.
So I walk in the bar and make a beeline towards my favorite bartender. I’m feeling on top of the world, having just crushed a busy Friday night and I’m ready to get intoxicated and talk to strangers. My two favorite things. And smoke some 27’s. God I miss smoking. If not for COVID, I’d probably still be smoking. 27’s and Camel Crushes, don’t judge me too hard they’re actually really good!
Okay okay I’ll talk about her now. Ellen. She was definitely older..I would’ve guessed late 30s (later found out she was 42) and way out of my league: tall around 5’9 and smelled like herbaly white people smell and wore too many layers and accessories like why would you wear a leather jacket on top of a cardigan on top of a flowy dress and then jeans under that I don’t know. She was a server at another restaurant, a career restaurant person. Love em, always a bit crazy but super fun. We just kind of chatted about work and how our nights went and what we were up to on the weekend. We had the same days off! I didn’t really think she was interested in me…I mean she was an older white woman…a demographic I had never tried getting at because I didn’t think they’d be interested in me…I got her number and that’s about it. I don’t remember much from that night.
A couple of weeks later and I was just laying in bed after work swiping on tinder and I just texted her to say whats up. Perhaps she could be a wingwoman I thought, or maybe even a platonic friend. Maybe I didn’t have to try to stick my dick in every attractive woman I met. Who am I kidding, I was just trying to get laid. We were going to hang out at a dive bar near my apartment. A lazy date, knowing damn well she’d be fine with tecates and shots of Jameson midday on a Sunday. In a way dating industry folk was fun because I knew they were just down yknow? If I’m planning a date with some techie chick in my cohort of late 20s I feel like I kinda gotta flex and meet at a fancy cocktail bar or something..but with Ellen I knew she’d be just fine with my favorite dive.
I can’t really say the date went well. The conversation was touch and go like traffic on the 405. She made several quips and references to pop culture when black and white tv was still a thing. Just kidding she wasn’t that old. But yknow when you just don’t click…but I had an inkling she was tryna get the D because why else would she hang out with me? Maybe she’s down for the brown (yellow in my case but hey I’m a POC too alright). I suggested we go hang out at my place..maybe smoke some stoogs and drink some more beer.
So there we sat on my porch smoking 27s and drinking shitty beer. And then I looked into her eyes and she looked into mine and bit her lips and I leaned in and our lips met. She tasted like cigarettes and Jameson. I asked her if she wanted to come upstairs. As we’re walking up to my apartment she says to me “just so you know, we’re not having sex okay?”. I know this is equal parts shitty and amusing but every time without fail a woman has said to me…we end up having sex. That sounds rapey but its not. I guess its like plausible deniability. The ol’ I don’t usually do this I’m not a hoe line.
We flop onto my bed and resume making out. I grab a handful of her cute butt. I start taking off her shirt and unbuttoning her pants. She has to get up and stand to take off her pants doing that cute little wiggle that girls do to get tight pants past their butt. Ellen turns around giving me a full view of her backside…her pale and smooth skin and plump little booty. She grabs one butt cheek and gives it a little bounce turning around and says “I got a pretty nice butt for a white girl eh?”
good lord I was in for a treat. She climbs back into bed and I’m still fully clothed. She kneels in front of me. Slowly unbuttoning my pants…and soon my 5.5 inch on a good day cock is in her mouth. She achingly slowly bobs up and down with just her mouth. When she reached the base of my cock she stuck out her tongue to tickle my balls. ugh. I found out a bit later Ellen really just liked having a cock in her mouth. She’d suck me off regularly for more than half an hour…her juices dripping down onto my leg. I pull her mouth off my cock and up for a kiss. I can taste myself, my salty precum on her tongue. And I reach for a condom and slide in. She’s impossibly wet. A chef once told me making pasta should sound like good sex. that slap slap squish.
Lawd she was good at riding dick. Gyrating her hips back and forth so that my engorged head would hit her g spot. She rode hard, but never let me slip out. Intense but controlled. And looking down at me with a smirk. She knew what she was doing. I had to tell her that I usually can’t cum after drinking so we could stop anytime. After a couple minutes she hopped off and we cuddled and just made out some more. I pulled off the condom and I thought that was that.
Soon though she was back on top, grinding her pussy on my bare dick. and then she did it. wordlessly grabbed my shaft and shoved me inside her. warm. wet. unprotected sex cue panic but it felt so good. The taboo of it all was too much and I was quickly close to cumming. She was riding me hard and fast again. She said not to cum inside her. I mean women are still fertile at 42 right? As I felt my orgasm building up, trying to hold on for just a bit longer until I had to just grasp her hips to stop her moving and she hopped off and then her mouth was on me and I shot a load that would make r/throbbingCIM proud. She swallowed and snuggled up to me and thats how we fell asleep.
We had amazing sexual chemistry but I was a douchebag at the time and it didn’t work out.
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Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/isb6pt/i_told_her_i_really_enjoyed_cumming_in_mouth_so_i
Amazing story. hanging on every word. she sounds fun!