I think I met her on MySpace. Her pictures were beautiful. Blonde hair, blue eyes, incredible smile. As far as I was concerned I was shooting my shot to meet her with almost no chance of success — girls like her didn’t go for guys like me. I don’t know why, but she was into it. Her schedule was really complicated, she was from Budapest and was working as an au pair, or nanny, for a rich family that lived about 45 minutes from me. She almost never had free time so it took a while before we had the chance to meet one night.
Apparently, the family she worked for was on vacation and had left her behind to house sit and have the weekend off. She picked me to be her date that night and we met at a really cool bar down by her in the historic part of town. She was even more gorgeous in real life than she was in photos. She was fairly tall, 5’9”, very slender, and I could feel her energy the moment we locked eyes. I felt very privileged to be in her company and was looking forward to wherever the night took us.
I had been working at a really fancy restaurant and bar for a few years so when it came time to whip out my drink order I went high-class. Manhattan, perfect, shaken, in a rocks glass, no ice. She had no idea what that was, but she was intrigued. Most people our age, at that time, were drinking Bud or SoCo and lime so anything that deviated from that was a curiosity. She ordered what I just had too, we waited a minute to get them, then headed over to our own private corner of the bar.
She took a sip of hers and paused, “Oh wow, that is so strong.” I smiled back, and asked if she liked it. She nodded her head ‘yes’ and slowly sipped at it while I did the same. I knew nothing about Hungary so most of my questions for her were about where she came from and what it was like being an au pair. It was pedantic of me, but I was genuinely curious. I think I was starting to bore her a little bit and I could sense it. I spent a minute looking around the bar trying to gather my thoughts and reassess my flirting strategy.
Then I spotted something fun. There was a couple in their 30s at one end of the bar. The woman had her hand in her mans lap and she was rubbing his cock over his jeans. The man, in turn, had his hand down his woman’s pants and he was fondling her ass or fingering her pussy. Occasionally, they would stop and make out with each other and I watched them for a minute feeling very voyeuristic. Very shortly thereafter, I pointed the couple out to my date and we both watched them for a minute as we sipped our cocktails.
She grabbed my arm as she watched them make out and she whispered into my ear “Is this normal? Does this just happen in American bars?”
“Sometimes.” I laughed. “A lot of people are too afraid to kiss in public.”
“That is so crazy.” She started, “People are so afraid here; I have never seen this before since I came to the States.”
“Really? Never saw people make out?”
“Never, I have never done it either.”
“Oh, yeah?” I knew I had an in if I played my cards boldly. “Are you afraid?”
“Me? No. Are you afraid? Would you do it?”
“Uh huh.” I nodded my head and I moved in to kiss her.
Suddenly, we became the handsy couple making out in the bar. Our bartender brought us a few more Manhattans whenever we remembered to ask for them if we came up for air between long, sexy, incredibly arousing make out sessions. We stayed there for an hour or two before she invited me back to her house. I readily agreed and was incredibly excited.
We took a cab to the place she lived and it was incredible. Clearly, these were very wealthy people and the house was amazing. We went into the kitchen and she got us both some bottled water. She started to kiss me again as soon as she was hydrated and then she dropped to her knees and started to take out my dick.
“It is beautiful!” She smiled up at me as she took off her top and I got to see her beautiful little breasts and rock hard nipples. She took me into her mouth and wrapped both hands around me as she moved back and forth with an incredible sexy wave-like motion. I stripped off my shirt and kicked my pants off to the side; standing in this strangers kitchen fully naked with a gorgeous foreign girl giving me head. “Cum for me!” She demanded after a few minutes, so I did. I took her long hair in one hand and held her still while I jerked myself with the other hand. I got myself right to the edge of cumming and then asked her where she wanted it.
“Cum on my breasts.”
I shot a huge load all over her chest and tits. She grinned at me as I stood there red faced and in heaven.
“I’m on my period.” She said suddenly, “We can’t have sex.”
I shook myself out of my post cum stupor. “Oh, okay.” I wasn’t sure if that was her way of getting me to leave or if she was trying to get me into talking her into period sex or what.
“Come with me.” She stood up and walked out of the kitchen. She led me to the master bedroom, took off her pants leaving only her tiny black panties on, and jumped in. I followed right behind her and started to kiss all over her body. She was incredibly sexy and it didn’t take long at all for me to get hard again as she moaned and touched her own pussy. We continued on like that for a while. She came once or twice under her own power and I probably jerked off and came on her three more times that night while we played around and made out.
Much to my disappointment, we never ended up having sex — technically I never saw her again — though we did stay in touch for a few more months. Her employers found out what we had done in their room and restricted her from going out or bringing people back to the house. That led her to finding new people to work for, but that also meant she moved away. Oh well, can’t win them all.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/mjxlm8/the_au_pair_mf