The best night of my life with a mysterious guy [MF]

It was just another normal Friday night, and the bar was starting to fill up with its usual crowd, a couple of new faces, here and there and I was asked to fill in for the bartender who had taken leave for his sister’s wedding. I get behind the counter, start taking drink orders and prepare them for the customers. A few hours into my shift I am arranging a few bottles on the shelf when I hear, **”Hello Miss, can I get a Rum and Coke”** in a British accent. I turn around and see a guy in a neat pressed suit, trim build not very muscular, probably in his late 30s, strong jaw line with a scruffy salt and pepper beard, his face showing almost no emotion while his grey eyes were settled on his phone in his hand. I prepare his drink and hand it over and say, **”Here you go”** and he looks up, puts on half a smile and says, **”Thank you.”** He finished his drink slowly and quietly, paid for his drink and left expressionless.

A few days later I am still on bartender duty, I notice the same mystery man walk into the bar again wearing a neat pressed suit taking the entire room with a singe sweep, his eyes settling on nothing. He walks up to the bar, sits on the vacant stool and says, “**Hello Miss, can I get a Rum and Coke.”** While preparing his drink I notice a few girls gawking at him and whisper to each other and it got me thinking what is this guy’s story. Being a waitress/bartender I happen to read men pretty well based on their body language, way they speak and the emotions they show on their face, but this guy showed nothing to work with making him a total mystery. I serve him his drink, and he takes his time with it, does not make any small talk with anyone, finishes his drink and pays the money, says **”Thank you”** and walks out the bar expressionless as he entered.

The next day once again he walks into the bar, orders the same drink the same way. Intrigued by his total mystery vibe I decide to make some small talk while preparing his drink. **”You’re not from around here are you?”**, I ask while serving his drink. He looks me right in the eye and says, **”Let me guess, was it the accent that gave it away?”**, his voice sounding deep, a bit gravelly yet breathy. With a small laugh I reply. **”Well I saw you only a few days back and yeah maybe the accent might have helped a bit. So you on vacation here then?”**. He takes a sip of his drink and says, **”No just having a job to do in these parts, once done I will be off.”** His reply got me more intrigued about what he actually does for a living, trying to get a credible answer I ask, **”So this job of yours, makes you travel a lot then?”**. He smiles, drinks the rest of his drink and says, **”Depends on where my employer wants me to be”** and orders another drink of the same kind. I start to prepare his second drink and still making small talk I say, **”Wow you really leave a lot about yourself to one’s imagination, don’t you?”** and serve his drink. He takes a sip and says, **”Enough about me, let’s talk about you…”**. His way of changing topics when I asked something about and conversing just enslaved me in a way that we ended up speaking about me for most of the time. It was like he didn’t want to talk about himself which added to the mystery of who he was. A couple of drinks he decided to call it a night, said “Thank you” and let the bar.

A few days later he walked into the bar again, dressed again in a nice suit, ordered the same drink and we got into more small talk. The whole time we spoke I was basically in a trance with all the mystery surrounding him, flirting back and forth (me mainly) and I learnt that his job had come to an end and he was leaving on an early flight the following morning. As a celebration to him successfully completing his mystery job, I poured a drink for him on the house. While taking sips of his drink, he took out a pen and started writing something on the napkin, paid for the drinks, said “Thank you” and gave me the napkin before leaving the bar. In the napkin it read, **”I don’t want this night to end. Do you?** *Hotel Name and Hotel No at the bottom.***”** Now this is where I was basically at a crossroad on deciding whether to meet up with this mystery guy or not. Part of me was telling me not to go, I mean I did not know his name, did not know where he is from, did not know what he does for a living, basically I knew so little about him part of me did not want to go and meet a stranger in his hotel room, who knows what might happen. The again another part of me was telling me to just get out there and have some fun besides it had been some time since I had sex so why not let loose this time with a mysterious guy, who knows maybe I would like it?

With my shift coming to an end, I decided to head back home. Started my car and started driving but during that whole time I was debating whether I should meet up with this mystery guy. I was about 3 blocks away from my apartment when my, I would call it my **”naughty side”** took over and was like **”Girl, its time we had some fun tonight.”** I turned my car around and started speeding towards the hotel. I reached the hotel, took the elevator, searched for his room no and stood in front of the door for probably about a minute still indecisive and finally knocked on the door.

Mystery guy opens the door, his shirt half unbuttoned, and without any hesitation as if this is what I wanted my whole life, I grabbed him by his shirt and started kissing him. While I was kissing him frantically, I am pretty sure he tried saying something in the lines of **”I did not think you would come”** but we never know for sure because I was too busy kissing and removing his shirt off. He removed my t-shirt, unclasped my bra and kissed each of my nipples. I could hear his breathing growing heavy, and I could feel his cock pressing against my thigh. He took my left nipple in his mouth and sucked gently while cupping my right breast in his hand making me squirm. He then kissed my mouth, kissed my chin, kissed my neck and slowly kissed every part of me that was grabbing his attention. He lowered my skirt slightly to kiss my hips and lower belly and once my skirt was fully off he started to kiss my thighs and worked his way back up to my neck. He slid his fingers inside my underwear and continued kissing my neck making me so wet I let out a **”Oh fuck”** while grabbing his hair driving his head deeper into my neck.

He lifted me up, carried me and threw me onto his bed and said, **”Turn around and lie down on your stomach.”** I did as I was told, eager to know what was coming next. He got behind me on the bed, and he pushed my legs apart a little. Suddenly, I felt his face and his tongue between my legs, completely took me by surprise and I gasped and then started laughing. He laughed as well and kept squeezing my butt cheeks while he ate my pussy from behind, and my whole body was absolutely shaking and I kept biting and squeezing the sheet on the bed to stop me from screaming out loud. It was just insanely fucking hot, and I never had any man eat me out that well. He took his time to build up my arousal, and he knew exactly what he was doing with his tongue. I loved the fact that I couldn’t actually see him and so all I could do was just focus on the moment. Needless to say, I had an absolutely fucking spectacular orgasm.

He let my moans die down, put on a condom and without wasting any time, he pulled me up onto my hands and knees and pushed his cock into me from behind. I couldn’t help but moan the minute he entered my pussy. He built up the pace nicely until he was fucking me hard and his cock felt incredible and I loved the sound of him slapping against my butt cheeks. He started fingering my pussy as well and then he was pounding me like a jack hammer. I was moaning uncontrollably, trying to grab onto anything as he went faster and faster. Through my moans, I managed to say **“I fucking love it, don’t stop”** and shortly I had another incredible orgasm, and then a minute or two later, when he was about to cum, he pulled out his dick, removed the condom and came all over my back.

As I was lying on the bed next to him, both of us pouring in sweat, I looked at my phone and saw it was nearly midnight. I told him that it was getting late, and I knew he had an early flight so I better leave. He told me the night was still young and he had plenty of time for his flight since it was around 9 am, and then he asked me to hang around some more as we made some small talk. Once he was ready to go again, I rode him, hard. I was holding on to the headboard and thrusting my hips. We got to look each other in the eyes this time, and my tits were in his face. He was squeezing them and licking my nipples while shivers were going through my entire body as I kept riding him harder and harder, the headboard banging up against the wall in each trust and just like that I had my third orgasm of the night before he shot his load inside me (well technically inside his second condom). Totally exhausted we had to rest for a while and we sat there, talking, had a drink from the minibar and he ordered some room service. After some more kissing and a bit of fingering to get me wet again, he grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the glass door that lead to the outside balcony. He pushed me face first into the glass door and started pounding me from behind. The thought of anyone in the entire city could see us if they looked close enough terrified me but at the same time it turned me on even more. With every pound my breasts and face were pushed into the cold glass door sending me chills, and the wild thoughts of being caught led me to my fourth orgasm and a minute later he reached his climax too as we both lied on the floor exhausted and sweaty.

I was sure we were done, given the fact we did it three times and I was absolutely exhausted and was pussy was sore from all the sex. To my surprise, after some time of heavy breathing and laughing, he started kissing me, and his cock was hard again. He led me back to the desk and he bent me over it so he could fuck me from behind again. There was a mirror over the desk, and he seemed to enjoy watching my facial expressions as I moaned and seeing my tits bounce as he fucked me hard again. I couldn’t get enough of him. I was tired and sore but I didn’t care. I didn’t want to sleep. I wanted the ache. I wanted him in to keep on fucking me. With a bit of help from his skillful fingers on my pussy, I had my fifth orgasm. As he was about to finish, he pulled his cock out, turned me around, mead me get on my knees, removed his condom and started squirting his cum into my mouth and I swallowed it like a champ.

By this point, I was exhausted, and my pussy was so sore I was struggling to walk. I told him I was finally done and could not take anymore, and that I’d had the night of my fucking life and I wasn’t exaggerating. I had a shower while he was on the bed resting from all the sex. Before I left his room, I asked him **”So when do you think you will come here again?”**, to which he replied with a smile, **”Well if I did come here again, I will definitely find you.”**

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/n2yjlm/the_best_night_of_my_life_with_a_mysterious_guy_mf