*Btw there’s a mention of blood in the middle of sex…it happens*
My best friend and I are eating dinner at a Mediterranean restaurant. It’s nice to sit down and laugh over food and drink after a long day.
Our waiter makes small talk with us and everytime he comes over he exchanges looks with me and lingers a bit. My friend catches on to this and the next time he disappears, she leans forward and whispers “I think he’s into you!”
“You think??” I’m not so sure. It’s always hard to tell when they’re just doing their job and want good tips. Either way I don’t need my head to be any bigger than it is.
She smiles and dares me to flirt with him and see. When he comes back, he asks me if I’m free after his shift and gets my number. My friend just winks at me and then we pay the check.
She goes home because she really needed to rest, and gives me her blessing to go out alone that night. I have her number on speed dial in case anything happens.
I navigate the buses to meet him at a local brewery/bar. I’m kinda late so he’s waiting for me outside. It’s really dark and unassuming, filled with lively chatter and low instrumental music.
We find a comfortable couch seat and order our favorite kinds of beers. We talk about classic artists that have changed our life, places we’ve been, what life is like for us back at home.
He’s from Serbia and the job opportunities are better here. He tells me his real age and I can’t believe it. I knew he was older but not THAT much older… he’s older than my dad. But I’m kind of turned on by this.
Another guy, American, joins our table. We include him in the conversation and enjoy his company as he’s traveling alone. But the bar’s about to close, my waiter is pretty drunk, and it’s time to head home. We three walk out together and the American guy pulls me to the side as my waiter is calling a cab.
“Are you sure you want to go home with him?”
I pull my arm back. “Yes… Why? Do you want to come home with us?” I flash him a giant grin. He’s tall, dark, and handsome, why not?
He leans closer to me to look at me straight in the eye. “With that old fuck? No. You deserve something better.”
I’m offended and feel a flash of anger. I’ve had my share of dealing with people who grew up to be assholes disguised as knights in shining armor. So I laugh at him.
“Something better… like you? No thanks. Have a good night.” I walk over to the waiter to link arms with him and go back to his place.
He lives in a one bedroom apartment outside of the city. His belongings are sparse and the place is pristine. We sit on his couch and start making out. I eventually get on top of him to grind on him, taking off his clothes.
I take a second to admire his really fit body. I still can’t believe his age. Whatever is his lifestyle regimen, I need his secret. I also wonder if he has a wife and kids back at home that he sends money to.
I quickly snap back to reality when I take his long and hard dick out from his pants. I get on the ground to kneel between his legs and start taking him in my mouth until I’m gagging. He’s caressing my face at the same time and watching, moaning.
He lifts my face from him, uses both hands to help me stand up, and takes my clothes off. I lean down so he can kiss my chest, sucking on my nipples until they’re tender. I’m holding onto his head, pressing him harder into me.
He’s kissing my stomach, holding me by my ass. He stuffs his face into my pussy and I press my hips forward so he can have a better taste. He sucks on my clit and then takes one hand to finger me. I’m moaning uncontrollably because he’s so good, holding onto his head for my dear life.
He sits back and let’s me get on top of him again. I ease myself onto him slowly, rocking him deeper inside me each time. We are holding each other and our mouths are all over our necks, ears, face. I want him deeper still, harder. I fuck him like this for a while, lost in the rhythm. Suddenly he tells me to stop, pushing me off of him. I look down.
There’s blood, everywhere. Covering his dick and smeared across his groin. It’s all over my thighs too. I’m kind of horrified my period came at such an unexpected time. He reassures me that it’s okay and walks me over to the bathroom. He stands with me in the tub and then uses a detached showerhead to wash me clean, then himself.
He’s touching me so tenderly and doing it with such focus that I’m moved by how intimate and caring he is. He towels me off and guides me to the bedroom, holds me, asking if I’m okay. I’m a little sore but I want more of him. “I’m okay. Come kiss me”.
He does and soon he’s on top of me. I guide his dick inside me and he fucks me slowly at first, but it builds up to be so hard that he has to cover my mouth with his hand to muffle my yelps.
Eventually he comes, rolls over, and quickly falls asleep. I must’ve fallen asleep too at one point, because next thing I knew I woke up and it’s almost dawn. Fuck… there’s 12 missed calls and a bunch of texts. I forgot to text my friend back and she was worrying about me all night.
I look over to him and he’s in a deep sleep, chest rising and falling. I sneak out of the bedroom and put on my clothes that are on the ground by the couch. I’m moving as fast as I can to get out of here. I’m putting on my socks when I hear a “Hey” from the hallway.
I look up and he’s still naked, looking so damn sexy. We passionately kiss and he makes me a cup of coffee. He asks me to stay, but I can’t. When my ride arrives he squeezes my hand really hard before watching me leave. His loneliness found a way to my heart and buried itself there. I still think about it sometimes. It’s a hard feeling to shake off.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/tdlzdk/i_still_think_about_when_my_waiter_turned_out_to
Great story, thanks. This man sounds like he’s straight out of my dreams.
So what was the age gap between you?