Everyone in Ibiza wanted Franco*, or at least that’s what it felt like. He worked as a bartender in one of the most popular bars on the strip. My friend and I had booked two weeks on a Spanish party island to let off steam after completing our exams, and Franco’s bar was our favourite spot. Every night of the week it was filled with tourists like me vying for his attention. With toned, tattooed arms and a smile that made you feel like – even for just a moment – you were the only person he cared about, he had his pick of women.
I fancied him, of course, but figured nothing would happen. Then, about a week in,
I ran into him at a local club. We locked eyes instantly and pretty much stared at each other for an hour before he came over to me. Even then we didn’t speak – he just grabbed me and turned my body against his.
I could feel his growing erection against my back as we danced, and let my hands slide into his jeans to touch it. There were at least 60 other people around us, but we barely noticed them. Things escalated quickly. I moaned in his ear as he reached for the bottom of my dress and pulled it up so he could touch the upper part of my thighs. All the while, his hard penis was digging into my bum. I was getting subtly dry-humped on the dancefloor and loving every moment.
“I want more of you,” he whispered into my ear as he grabbed my hand and led me outside. We left our friends behind and walked down to the sea, where we found some sunloungers outside a closed beach club. He started off slowly – it was clear he’d done this many times before, with many women, but I didn’t care. His fingers found my clitoris and he gently rubbed it while I did my best to stop myself screaming with pleasure.
When I was at the edge of my orgasm, he stopped, despite my pleas for him to keep going. “We’re not done yet,” he said, while pulling my dress over my head and then taking his own clothes off. He got on top of me and felt deliciously heavy against my naked body. As he slid inside, I noticed how wet I was and begged for him to push harder and faster. It seemed as if he was everywhere; his hands were in my hair, his tongue was caressing my nipples and he kept repeating how much he wanted me.
The fact that we could hear the faint sounds of drunken partygoers in the background, and the thought that one of them might catch us in the act, just added to the excitement.
Unfortunately, that is exactly what happened. After around 15 minutes, I noticed two very angry-looking locals standing a few feet away, so we quickly got up, grabbed our clothes and ran. We both wanted to continue but the risk of us getting arrested was too high.
We went our separate ways and never saw each other again. It’s still the best holiday shag I’ve ever had. My only regret is that we never got to finish things on that lounger.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/124x05f/f_i_had_sex_was_with_a_bartender_and_almost_got
Sounds like you did get caught! They probably got off thinking about it later, just like you.