Growing up in a an eastern conservative home means being taught all my life I needed to be pure, not that my father even mentioned the word “sex” around the house. I was expected to grow up, get married to a good man my parents approved of, and devote myself to him. Sounds lovely to some people, but not me.
Marriage isn’t exactly the type of thing I feel I need in my life, I love having my freedom. Thanks to my job I get to travel a lot and not settle down anywhere, thanks to my travels I get to fuck a lot and not settle with anyone. This lifestyle is what I always wanted even though I didn’t know it.
When I look back at the past two years of my life it seems crazy. Allowing myself to be the slut I always wanted to be is liberating, thinking about the wild things I’ve done makes me proud, I’ve enjoyed sex, my body, and men in a way I didn’t think possible. I wasn’t a prude, but trying to live up to my dad’s expectations was a big deal. Now, I can fuck whoever I want and not feel guilty about it, I even get turned off by telling others all the slutty things I’ve done.
Because of my work, I usually fuck high-profile guys with big jobs and fancy suits. But that gets boring too, so when my boss told me I will be sent to a retreat in a tiny town to network with other companies at the beginning of December, I set myself a goal, I’d fuck a local. I wanted to fuck a guy that was completely the opposite of the men I’m usually surrounded by.
I asked the girl in the reception of the lodge what interesting things there were to do in the small town and she told me about a small bakery that was kind of famous in the state for its pies. Apparently, they had over 12 different types of pies so people from surrounding towns came over for a piece.
The place was lovely, smaller than I expected, and emptier too, but it smelled amazing. It looks like a place right out of a kid’s cartoon. I sat down on a cute pink sofa and ordered a coffee and some blueberry pie. After a while I started to feel disappointed that all the men around were either with family or on a date, there’s not a single fuckable guy in this town?
And then I noticed him, from inside the kitchen of the place, the baker and owner. I was expecting a lovely old lady behind these delicious pies, not a marine-looking guy. As I was thinking about how I could talk to this guy I didn’t notice him approaching me.
He told me he could see I was new here and welcomed me to the store, we chatted amicably for a bit and then he headed out to the kitchen. It was getting late and people started to leave, I stayed at his request, and he kept sending me mini sample pies of different flavors and well they were amazing.
Finally everyone, even the staff, left and he sat down next to me. We talked a bit about life in this town and my work. He was a really sweet guy with an innate appeal that had me hooked and I guess he noticed. He told me I was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen around this place.
I realized he wasn’t making the first move, maybe he was used to dinner dates and all the traditional things people do. Somehow it made him even hotter and made me want him even more. If I had first considered inviting him to my hotel room, now I wanted to fuck him right there.
Placing my hand on his thigh I leaned into him and kissed him. A little shy at first, but sensing his response, I let go and kissed him passionately. He took my face between his hands and bit my lip as I started to get wet. As we kissed like horny teenagers I ran my hand down his chest and caressed his strong arms and my desire awakened something in him.
Without even making an effort, he lifted me by the waist and sat me on his lap without even breaking the kiss. I quickly noticed he was hard and I needed his cock in me so I started grinding into him while his hands grabbed my ass and caressed my back.
There was no time for getting undressed, I lifted my dress and moved my panties aside as he opened his zipper and took his cock out. It was as perfect as him and I just wanted it in me. With no second thought, I sat on his cock as we both let out a loud moan. I rode his dick as if my life depended on it while playing with my tits over my dress and grabbed my ass to pull me closer to him.
With that surprising strength, he lifted me up and laid me down on the couch, putting all his weight on me and penetrating me deeply. I came on his dick and it took him to the edge, as he was about to cum he pulled out and came all over my belly. He offered me some napkins to clean myself up and invited me to his place, just above the store.
I was super ready for round two, I needed to see and feel the muscles of his chest and arms without a stupid shirt covering him. Before going to his place I realized anyone could have seen us fuck, maybe someone did, but, who cares now?
We went up to his place and fucked for hours while I came so many times I lost count. I still had 3 days before coming home and he looked like the perfect plan for the rest of the nights.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/104uqpf/i_f36_got_fucked_in_a_tiny_coffee_shop_and_i
Great experience. I’d love to her more.