Having never been to San Francisco, I made plans for a few extra nights before my conference so I could experience the town and get some much needed rest in the hotel. Conference rates on high end hotels are always a good thing.
With all of the excitement of the trip, I did not take a moment to consider that I really do not like traveling around on my own. Not to mention, I heard several scary stories by women traveling alone there. I thought “Whatever, I will survive”.
After a harrowing ride from the airport, I got into my room and thought about where to head. There was a hotel bar on the rooftop and there were at least 3 people in the elevator that were headed up there. I get dressed to go up and figure I can have a drink and then settle in early before hitting the town the next day.
On the way up to the bar, there were several men in the elevator with me. Two attractive and one not so attractive. I smiled and exited the elevator first – chivalry is not dead. I went into the bar and it was crowded with business types like myself. My clothing was a bit more East Coast buttoned up so I went to the bathroom to loosen up and took my jacket off, undid some buttons on my blouse, fluffed my hair up a bit and tried my best to look relaxed.
The bar was crazy so I positioned myself by a guy who looked like he knew how to get the bartenders’ attention. He turned to me and asked what I wanted. I replied “champagne or prosecco..and it doesnt have to be expensive”. He had ordered a bottle and said “My wife and I are celebrating our Anniversary, so I am glad you could enjoy this with us.” I didnt see his wife around. Wondered about that…. so I just cheered him and he walked away.
“Now what?” I thought.
So I went over to the windows and looked out at the City. It was one of those times where I really took time to be mindful and consider how lucky I was to be traveling, have a wonderful job, and experiencing this City. I was smiling…. happy…..truly happy.
So I head back to the bar with my empty champagne flute and consider my next drink before I head downstairs. I head back to the bar and stand by one of the attractive guys from the elevator. He also seemed to be alone. He starts some small talk as I try to get the bartender’s attention. He is 6 foot, salt and pepper hair, long/lean muscle and a few years older than me. His eyes were a beautiful blue and his lips were perfect. I admit I felt like a school girl in his presence.
I grab my drink and we sit down at a smaller cocktail table. After about an hour of conversation, I am now sitting on his side of the table looking out on the City and has his hand on my thigh. This guy was no amateur. He slid that hand up my skirt with ease. Not his first rodeo.
He works close but lives with his wife about 20 minutes away. I have a hotel room in the building. Where’s this going? Straight to my room is where it went.
In the elevator we are all over each other. No clothes removed but my skirt was up in the back as he palmed my ass with his rough hand.
Once in the room, I hit the bathroom first to figure out my next move. I decided to come out in the same outfit I wore in but freshened up my makeup and slid my super soaked panties off. Hid those in a small makeup bag so he wouldnt see.
I walk out fully expecting that he will go in the bathroom next. No, that’s not happening. Why? He is fully nude with his striped shirt on and white Tshirt and NOTHING else. All the while he is stroking his cock and I just can’t take my eyes off it. How cavalier…and how sexy…. we proceed to make out and my clothes are off pronto.
He is super hard and ready. Tells me he had been wanting to fuck me since he saw me in the elevator. He loved my big tits and round ass. He said he “cant wait to see what I had between [my] legs” for him. I keep kissing him and I am now completely disrobed.
The next day I wrote the following email to my friend about the experience. Here is what I wrote:
“Met a guy – married of course. Tall and lean. Cute with some salt and pepper hair. Bit older than me. Good cock…. 6 inches and decent width.
He played with my pussy for an hour and drove me absolutely wild. I came like crazy. OMG I came three times…we used condoms. He could only cum twice in the few hours we were together.
Love my big titties and my wax. No anal. No oral on me.. After he said he asked me and he thought I didn’t want it. I had just not wanted it at that moment because I wanted to suck his wet precum.
We used condoms of course….which kind of sucks….but necessary He picked extra ribbed but I get so wet that I cant feel the ribbing..
I sucked cock like a champ…you would have been proud. Alone through Wednesday although he wants to meet Monday and Tuesday to fuck. I suspect he wants to spank me and take my ass since he told me all night he planned to.
He laid me back and forced me to keep my legs open while he rubbed me…whispered in my ear that he was going to call me at work and make me masturbate *(but not cum) while on the phone with him.”
That was my first night in San Francisco.
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Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/lvevhe/46f_what_happened_last_night_in_sf
Damn!!
How long are you in town for?