When I was [F] 21 I blew my apartment’s property manager [M] 32 in a bar bathroom

Trying to break this story up this time.

I moved into my apartment building in early 2019. I could tell the property manager (let’s call him Dean) was super nice and helpful right away. He was a pretty average looking white guy—brown hair, green eyes, in good shape, around 5’10”. But there was something I liked about him.

Since I was just moving in, I had a bunch of packages being delivered with stuff for my new apartment, and a lot were pretty heavy. One day, he saw me trying to move a huge package and asked if I needed help. I laughed and said yes. “I’m always here if you need help with packages,” he told me. I thanked him and said I’d probably take him up on that offer. From then on, he helped me with many packages. I was furnishing my apartment from scratch so there were a lot. We made small talk, and he was really fun and easy-going.

I don’t know exactly when, but at some point it seemed like Dean was starting to flirt with me. But it was pretty subtle and more like teasing since now we’d gotten more comfortable with each other. Regardless, I started to flirt with him a little too. We got to know each other a lot over the course of those many walks from the mailroom to the elevator to my apartment. Whenever I got a notification a package was delivered, I got excited because I knew I’d get to spend some time with Dean.

After a few months, our flirting and teasing had escalated. I couldn’t deny that we had chemistry and sexual tension. I found myself fantasizing about fucking him. I caught him checking out my tits multiple times so I had a feeling he found me attractive. I really wanted to make a move. I was so scared but decided to shoot my shot.

One day, I went down to Dean’s office. We chatted about random things, and as I was about to leave, I said, “hey I have a question…would you ever want to go out for a drink sometime?” He just stared at me for a second, clearly surprised by my question. But he snapped out of it and was like “yes, definitely.” We exchanged numbers. I left and he texted me after work. We planned to meet for drinks at a nearby bar that coming Friday. I was actually surprised he said yes but was really excited. I knew it would be so satisfying since the sexual tension had built up over a few months.

Friday night finally came. We ordered some IPAs and settled into a booth in the back. It was a little awkward at first but once the alcohol kicked in, we were talking and laughing and I had a really good feeling. He told me how beautiful I looked, and I said he looked quite handsome himself. I saw his eyes dart to my tits quite a few times (check out my profile and you’ll see why ?).

After our second round of drinks, he came around to sit on my side of the booth. Being so close to him made my heart race. He put his hand on my knee and started rubbing it. I put my hand on his knee too and started slowly inching my hand a little higher up his inner thigh. He looked at me, and I just gave him an innocent little smile and shrug. He started moving his hand up my inner thigh as well. I was getting so wet in anticipation. My hand was about to reach his cock when I stopped. I whispered in his ear, “hey I’m going to the bathroom…wanna join me?” We had both been to this bar before and knew they had those large, ADA-accessible, individual bathroom stalls. He nodded and followed me, but not before adjusting himself down there ?.

Once in the bathroom, we locked the door. Dean wasted no time. He pushed me up against the bathroom door and kissed me. There was a sense of urgency to the kiss. Our tongues explored each other’s mouths hungrily. All the build-up finally culminated in one of the most intense makeouts I’ve ever experienced. It was electrifying. Our hands were all over each other’s bodies. I started to feel his cock over his jeans and he was rock hard. I broke off the kiss and turned him around so his back was against the bathroom door. I dropped to my knees. I unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard cock. I knew we had to be fast to not hog the bathroom. I sucked him with all the passion and vigor of an incredibly horny and drunk 21-year-old who loves cock. His sighs and moans were turning me on so much. I was able to deepthroat his entire throbbing cock and he was loving it. I really know my way around a cock, and it didn’t take long for him to tell me he was going to cum. Soon enough, there I was, on my knees in a bar bathroom, swallowing my property manager’s huge load ?. Truly a high point in my life. I stood up to kiss him as he zipped his pants.

“Should we get out of here?” Dean whispered in my ear. (To be continued?)

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/l6mwj9/when_i_was_f_21_i_blew_my_apartments_property