I [T] blew a guy I just [m]et in a bar, and then he showed me a wild night

I turned 20 a few months ago and decided I was tired of living in my little college town. I wanted to move away, get my life moving forward, and make a name for myself. I decided on San Francisco because it was close to family, and I had been there a few times as a kid and enjoyed it. It was across the country, but now I could be free, independent, and of course, slutty.

A little about me. I’m 6’3″, I have longish wavy brown hair, and my tits are between an A and a B. I’m somewhat skinny, but my waist and thighs are curvy, and I love it. I have very long legs as well. Pics on my profile if you need more detail.

So I did it. I moved 3000 miles from one coast to another, and began a new chapter in my life. The first few weeks were spent exploring and looking for a job, as I already had a place to stay. On one sunny afternoon, after spending my day wandering the Embarcadero, I saw a bar across the street. I walked over to check it out, and noticed that the only person inside was the bartender. “Oh, this could be fun,” I thought to myself. I headed inside.

The place was small, and old fashioned. The bar and decor was all made of old sturdy wood, and its tall ceiling decorative railings and banisters reminded me of the bars that gangsters would go to in those old mob movies. I sat down and said hello. The bartender smiled, fell for my fake, and took my drink order. We talked for a while abut all sorts of things, genuinely having a nice conversation. I could tell it wasn’t going anywhere though, he wasn’t responding to my (admittedly clumsy) flirting, and mentioned his wife and kid. Whatever, I thought, he’s fun to talk to , I’ll have a few drinks and then I’ll head home.

That’s when he walked in. The first thing I noticed about him was his demeanor. It seemed like everything was entertaining to him, and he surveyed the bar with a smirk, as if something was funny. The next thing was his height. He was as tall as me, if not taller. Being as tall as I am, it’s rare for me to meet guys I don’t tower over, so this was an instant turn-on for me. He sat down next to me, and I celebrated privately. He ordered a drink he called “The Titanic.” It was a rocks glass with one of those big square ice cubes, two shots of vodka, and two lemon wedges. I asked him if he really enjoyed drinking that. He looked at me, and a smile grew on his face. He told me it was, and offered to buy me one.

Now I’m never one to refuse free booze, no matter how strange of a form it comes in. We got to chatting, mostly about where we were from, his job, just boring small talk. He invited me out for a smoke. I said sure. We talked about relationships, how he was single, and looking for someone who was different and weird.

“I’m different and weird,” I told him, looking up at him. He was on a curb and I was off it, so his height over me was more pronounced.

“Yes, you are.” He looked at me and smirked again, but there was something behind it this time. It was like determination, like he knew he was going to have me.

We went back in and he ordered me another drink. We went back out for another smoke. Time was slipping by but I didn’t mind. We were getting flirtier, he made jokes about me being his, and the slut inside me was eating it up. I looked at his big hands and i wanted him to grab me. I looked at his crotch and I wanted him to fuck me. I looked him in the eyes, and whenever I saw that cocky smirk, I wanted him to own me.

We went back in, and he pointed out a balcony above the bar, where you could look down on the room. I was buzzed at this point, and the semblance of privacy the balcony gave us was enticing, to say the least. We sat down next to each other in two big comfy leather chairs and kept talking. At a certain point, I realized something had to be said.

“Listen, you know I’m trans right?”He looked at me blankly for a moment.

“Duh.” He smirked again. “Are you kidding? It’s why I’m into you.” I was surprised. Not because he clocked me, I’d say about 40% of people can tell I’m trans. It’s not like I try and hide it. I was surprised because he was into it. Probably not a huge surprise, but a lot of guys I meet aren’t into trans girls, let alone specifically attracted to them. Needless to say, I was even more turned on, and the conversation got more suggestive. At some point he said something along the lines of “I bet you look good on your knees.”

I looked at him suggestively, raising my eyebrow. “I do.”

He smirked. “Prove it.”

I was thinking at a million miles an hour. I had never done anything like this before, and the good girl in me would have told me not to do it. However, she was drunk, and horny, and no one could see us from the bar and the situation was hotter than any I had been in before and just thought “fuck it.”

I slid down on my knees and crawled between his spread legs. As i reached for his belt I could feel the warmth coming off of his body. I undid his belt, pulled down his zipper, and looked at his semi hard cock. “I knew you were a slut,” he cooed as I took his dick into my mouth. I felt him harden as I worshipped his cock. He was celebrating his victory now. “That’s it, slut. Suck my cock, I know you love it.” I did as I was told, looking up at him as he continued his words of encouragement. At some point I must have realized where I was, because I pulled away and looked around nervously. “Let’s get out of here,” he decided.

From there began a night of alcohol and sexual deviancy that tops anything else I’ve done. At some point I told him he could be rougher with me, so he ripped my shirt and bralette off in the middle of a bar. He then began fingering my ass for a minute before someone came over and told us to leave. Looking back on it I’m deeply ashamed of that, but I was so drunk he really could have done anything to me. Again, I regret this. Eventually he took me home in an uber, and as we were saying our goodbyes, he changed. I had told him he couldn’t come in, as I was staying with family, but he wasn’t done with me.

“Fuck it,” he said. “I need that ass.” He picked me up, which was also a first for me and it made me squirm with delight. He put me on the hood of a parked car and lifted my legs up over his shoulders. He then partially pulled down my shorts and panties, exposing my ass to him. He slid a finger inside me, and I moaned in delight. It was so hot being held underneath him like that. Knowing that he could do anything to me was exciting and made me want his dick in me. At this point however I had sobered up to ask him if he had a condom. He didn’t, so I told him he couldn’t fuck me. I know it’s kind of a lame end to the story, but you all need to know that I’m at least somewhat a responsible adult. He pouted a little and went home, and ghosted me after that. Still one of my favorite sexy stories though. I remember that night sometimes to help myself get off, and I sometimes wish something like it would happen again.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/eebotx/i_t_blew_a_guy_i_just_met_in_a_bar_and_then_he