Sorry – not a native speaker.
This happened three years ago. I had booked a five-day IT training from Monday to Friday in a small town, three hours by train from my city. To make it all a little more relaxed I arrived on Sunday.
I had booked a small Airbnb apartment in the city center and asked my landlady for a restaurant recommendation nearby. Luckily, there was a hotel with a restaurant across the street. I sat down in the restaurant’s garden because it was a nice, balmy summer evening. The garden was surrounded by a high wall and covered with wild vines.
Besides me and the waitress, there was only one other guest in the garden. A young woman who I guessed to be in her mid-twenties. I opted for Caprese as an appetizer with a good dry red wine I was in a wine region.
The young woman had already finished her meal, was also drinking some wine, and was obviously smoking joints, much to the displeasure of the waitress. She was always giggling a little crazily to herself and reading something on her cell phone.
I liked her type – I describe her as an alternative hippie, slim with small breasts. She wore a sweater with cut off arms and dark long leggings.
At some point I also just have to laugh off – the situation was a bit bizarre, since there was also a police station across the street and smoking marijuana is still illegal in Germany.
This caught their attention and we got talking. Ten minutes later I was sitting at her table and we were talking about God and the world. She had an academic degree and could tell me quite a bit about the city, which has a long history – with many “old stones”.
Time step forward and the waitress wanted to close the restaurant, but allowed us to stay because the garden had its own exit – we should just pull the gate closed behind us.
I ordered another bottle of wine and the young woman suggested that we should sit down – now alone – on the Hollywood swing.
I had nothing in mind, it was dark, but starry and I was a little drunk.
The young woman said she was getting cold. I apologized for not having a jacket with me, because I didn’t think I would be in the restaurant that long. She said this was not bad, I could just put my arm around her….
I did and we swayed and drank our wine. My heart beat a little faster – I didn’t expect that and I wondered if there was more to it….
Her arm was indeed cold and I began to stroke it slowly.
She nestled, in response, her head against my shoulder. Slowly, my hand moved higher and at some point one of my fingers stroked her mouth. She opened it slightly and touched my finger with her tongue.
Suddenly she sat down on me with a jerk and bit my neck lightly. I responded by giving her a light slap on the butt.
She threw her head back, came closer again and whispered in my ear that she probably deserved it. We looked deep into each other’s eyes and gave each other a passionate, deep kiss. Her tongue was pierced.
I slid my hands under her sweater, under which she wore nothing, and stroked the first the outsides of her small breasts and then massaged her nipples, one of which was also pierced. We continued kissing and slowly.
I slid my hands inside her leggings and massaged her bottom, then turned to her pussy, which was neatly shaved. I fingered her with one hand, which she liked – her breathing became heavier and heavier until she came and asked me to stop. Her head was on my shoulder, she was breathing heavily and deeply.
After a minute she looked me in the eyes with a devilish look and said that she liked it and probably had to return the favor.
She slowly slid off me, between my legs, opened my belt and jeans and started jerking my cock. When he was hard she took him in her mouth and gave me a wonderful blowjob. At some point I told her that I would come soon, which made her even wilder. At some point I came in her mouth.
She swallowed my cum and sucked my cock still clean. I said that this had been a wonderful blowjob and she laughed her crazy laugh again and said she realized that I liked it.
We then sat on the swing for a moment until we finished the wine. We exchanged numbers some more and then everyone went home. I met her again that week and she gave me a sightseeing tour of her city. We ended up at my apartment – that’s another story.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/zumvx1/m_45_gets_blowjob_in_a_restaurant_garden_by_f_25