We shared some beer. [FM] [Vacation]

**TL;DR: Most of the sexy parts are in the second last section :)**

Sometime ago, some friends and I decided to take a camping trip in Canada. One of the girls had a family cabin in Quebec, and after spending two weeks in the woods, we decided to cool down the vacation with four days in Montreal.

As it turned out, I had an old friend dropping by Montreal around that time. About a week and a half into our trip, I was getting cabin fever and needed a city alongside some alone time, so using my old friend’s visit as an excuse, I left for Montreal two days before my friends.

I didn’t end up sleeping with my old friend, he was legitimately just a friend who I had grown up with. We had a rather platonic visit, chatted a bit about work and our families, and we both went our own ways.

With a hotel room to myself, and no evening plans for two days, your mind can get up to a lot of thinking.

A Canadian friend had recommended some local beers to try, and in general, I was feeling like unwinding in the city. There was a Dep (convenience store?) near my place, and I couldn’t find anything there, so I made the longer trip to the liquor store (SAQ?).

As I stood in front of the beers, I felt a bit overwhelmed. I was more of a wine drinker, but I had put my mind to finding a beer. I must have looked very confused, and an older man looking to be in his early or mid-thirties, came up to me. He joked that I could pick any, they’d all do the job, but he picked up his favourite and handed it to me.

I asked him what it tasted like, and he joked he didn’t want to spoil the surprise, but he was buying some for himself, and I could have a can to take home if I’d like. I’d been feeling lonely and I thought it was nice of him to offer a can to me, so I said I’d risk buying some bottles of it if he had time to share them with me that night.

I think I heard an employee laugh in the other aisle, and the man looked surprised himself. I explained I was from out of town, my friends were coming in a few days, and I was feeling bored. He laughed, asked me my name, and said he had an errand to run, but he was free in an hour. I gave him my number, bought the beer, and left.

*******

He texted me around 8 that night, exactly an hour later, asking if I’d still like to meet. He seemed so strangely unflirty in his texts, I wondered if I had been direct enough in hitting on him in the liquor store, or if it was simply just a generational gap.

I texted him saying I needed him to help me finish the beers, and he responded saying he’d bring some wine for me to try too. I texted him asking if he was “trying to get me drunk ;)” and he texted back, “of course not, just trying to share some good drinks!”

I sighed a bit, but I liked the idea of company, sex or not, and I texted him the address of my hotel. I started to wonder if he had a wife or not, after all, he might just be texting like this because he was already taken. Either way, this friendly man was making his way over to have some beer with me, I was bored enough to want to find out what happened.

*******

When he met me in the lobby, I could see that he had changed and shaved his face. This was feeling a lot less platonic, but I wasn’t sure. I don’t like being unsure and I wanted to make sure we were on the same page, so as we stood in the elevator, I asked him: “If I’m honest, I was hitting on you in the SAQ, I was hoping for something more. But I’m not sure if you are interested, and if you’re not, I’d still like to share the beer.”

He was silent as we rode the rest of the elevator ride, and until we entered the room. Meanwhile, I was dying of embarrassment, thinking I had made everything awkward.

As I pulled the beer out of the mini fridge, he finally started talking. He said he and his wife had divorced a year ago. He wasn’t sure if I was flirting earlier, and didn’t want to seem like a creepy old guy, but he was interested if I was. He also clarified that he wasn’t a wine drinker, and had just brought it because a friend said girls liked it.

I laughed, and I sat beside him on the bed, handing him a beer. I was careful to sit with my thighs right beside his, testing the waters. He moved to sit a bit closer to me, so as he started his beer, I turned to put my legs in his lap.

*****
He finished his beer quickly, and I asked if he’d like another. He said he didn’t, and I could feel him waiting for me to finish mine. Of course, when I noticed this, I started to drink it slower.

I looked him in the eyes, and he was staring at me so intently. I thanked him for the recommendation, and told him it was so good I wanted to savor its taste. He groaned, and joked he had shot himself in the foot, and he would recommend something shitty next time.

I finished the beer laughing and said we could have his wine next, and as I held the empty beer bottle, getting out of his lap to get the wine, he grabbed me by the waist and moved me into the middle of the bed. He took the bottle out of my hand, stretched to put it on the side table, keeping his other hand on my waist so I couldn’t move out of place.

He moved so he was right on top of me, his short beard lightly grazed my chin, and he asked me if this was okay. I wasn’t expecting things to move this quickly, but I was enjoying it, and I nodded.

I’d never been with someone with facial hair, and as he kissed me, I lightly ran my fingers along his face and jawline. He moaned, and I felt him hard against me. He started to tug at my pants wildly, but I didn’t feel ready, I felt overwhelmed, and I asked for a break to have some wine.

He said of course, and he came off of me. He lay on the bed, looking as though he was rethinking his life, and I stood up to get the bottle. I apologised for taking the break, saying I needed to get just a bit more relaxed. He said it wasn’t a problem, he got caught up in the moment, it had been awhile since he had sex, but he understood.

I assured him I loved his aggression, and he stared up at the ceiling, zoned out.

When I went into the washroom to get a glass, I decided to change into a dress and feel more comfortable. I had only one plastic glass, so I poured him wine in the cup, filling a plastic water bottle with wine for myself. I handed him the wine, and he laughed at my water bottle, saying I was trying to keep all of the wine for myself. I offered him the choice of the bottle or the cup, and he took the bottle.

We sat beside each other again on the bed, our backs against the headboard. I sipped on the wine, saying it was good, and I felt more relaxed. He said he felt more relaxed too. He put his wine on the sidetable, and moved down on the bed.

As I sipped on my wine, he spread my legs, and looked up at me. Since I was wearing a dress, he stared at my eyes as he traced a finger on my underwear. I kept sipping my wine slowly, I wanted to see what he would do.

As he looked me in the eye, he moved his finger so it was on my clit, over my underwear. He lightly applied pressure, as if he was trying to see how far he could go. I kept watching him, and he moved his mouth onto my pussy. My underwear was still on, and he licked over it. It was dull pressure, but as I could feel him soaking my underwear, I felt myself getting wetter.

Somewhere in this, I finished the wine, and I lay down on the bed.

He sat up and slipped a finger into me. “God, you’re tight.”

I said I knew, and that’s why he couldn’t rush me.

He nodded and moved his finger in me slowly. He had big hands, and big fingers. One of his fingers felt like two of mine, and he was good at using them. As he struggled to work his second finger into me, he told me to rub my clit for him.

He took my fingers, put them in his mouth to wet them, and moved them onto my clit. After watching me rub my clit, he seemed unsatisfied, and moved down to lick my clit as he kept a finger in me.

As aggressive as he was earlier, he was gentle when he ate me out. He was the first ‘older’ guy I slept with, and he gave me a sweet spot for them. It seemed like he actually enjoyed eating me out, and he took his time. He licked every part of my pussy, and when he licked my clit to make me cum, it was a gentle finish.

When I put my hands on his head to pull him up and kiss him, he pushed them down and spread my legs wider. He moved his tongue harder and faster on my clit, bringing back his past aggression.

I was getting wetter and wetter, and he stuck two of his fingers in me at once, stretching me out. He stopped licking me, as though his goal was to just get his second finger in me, and I begged him to let me suck him.

He moved to stand on the ground, to the side of the bed, moving me so my head was under his cock as he stood above me. I lay on the bed as he put his cock in my mouth, and he leaned over me, slipping a finger into me as I tried to fit him in my mouth.

He was on the bigger end, likely 5.5 inches, but fairly comfortable in my mouth. When I took him in my mouth all the way, he moaned, and said he wanted to fuck me. I said I didn’t have a condom, and he said he did.

As I teased him about not wanting to seem creepy, but still bringing condoms, he flipped me over, putting me on my stomach and pulling my ass towards him, and started pounding me.

He pushed my waist down to arch my back, and I moaned into a pillow as he went in and out. He told me he wanted to hear me beg for his cum, and I started begging for him to cum in me. I wanted to feel him cum in me, and I wanted him to cum hard because he had made me feel so good.

Almost immediately after, he came hard and loudly, he shuddered as he came, holding me against his body, staying in me as his orgasm finished.

I rolled over as he pulled out. He left to throw the condom out, and came up and cuddled with me. We were sweaty and sticky, but I was tired and a bit tipsy, and as he started to sleepily play with my hair, I couldn’t resist falling asleep in his arms.

*****
We woke up the next morning and had another round, but I’ll have to write that one later.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6ukjlh/we_shared_some_beer_fm_vacation