This was years ago, but it was at the beginning of my sexual awakening. I was raised in a traditional home and I was pretty buttoned up, sexually. I look fondly on those beginning steps.
I met Sarah (not her real name) through a mutual friend. She wanted to meet a foreigner, and I wanted to meet a native. I was living in a foreign country at the time.
I hadn’t seen her picture before we met so I was pleasantly surprised upon seeing her. She was wearing a tight black dress that ended just above the knees. Her thighs…looked powerful. Thick in the best possible way, her ass pushing the fabric and standing out in the sunlight. Full 36C breasts bulged out of the top, adding delicious curves to her figure. How do I know for a fact they were 36C? That’s for another story.
We grabbed some chicken and beer, which as we all know is the perfect aphrodisiac. I wasn’t looking for a hookup, nor did I expect one. I was perfectly happy to chat with this beautiful woman, maybe flirt a little, then go home and masturbate.
She was engaging and we enjoyed sharing about the differences in our cultures. I was relatively new to the country so I wasn’t sick of this line of conversation yet.
Afterwards we walked down a busy street full of cafes, bars, and restaurants. It was turning dusk, with a warm orange glow filling the sky. Neon signs lit up and couples hurried past into the many motels, ready for a quick fuck.
We ended up going to a random bar which had a unique feature. Rather than one room and bartender, this was a bar with individual booths, rooms really, closed off by sliding doors. There was a ring of outer booths that opened into the street via enormous windows, and an inner ring of booths that were enclosed on all four sides.
At that point I was still thinking, oh great, now we have a quiet place to talk! I was so innocent, just happy to have a lovely conversation with this beautiful creature who was so friendly.
We ordered shots and cocktails, but since it was customary to order food with the drinks, we got some more friend chicken.
At one point while we were chatting, now in a pleasantly buzzed state, I decided it wasn’t cool that we were on opposite sides of the table.
“Is it okay if I sit next to you?”
“Sure,” she replied.
I slid next to her and continued to chat about this or that. I have no memory of what we talked about.
Now that I was sitting next to her I became acutely aware of how warm she was. A delicate musk emanated from her and I was drawn in like a sailboat in a whirlpool. Her tits formed a lovely chasm, round mounds hiding a dark cavern of moistness and comfort.
With both of us breathing heaving than necessary for vodka cocktails, we slowly leaned into each other and felt each other’s lips against the other. Her lips were so soft, so full, I wanted to taste them so badly. Sweetened by the cocktails, her mouth made me thirsty for more, and I sucked on her lips as if they would quench my desire.
She gave me little opportunity, however, because her mouth found my tongue and would not let it go. Her suction was so powerful that it almost hurt, but I didn’t mind the pain.
We made out for awhile, alternating between ordering more drinks, and tasting each other.
In time, it wasn’t enough for me. I started massaging her tits through her dress, and she would moan through the connection between our mouths. Heart beating fast, pounding, I wanted more. I slowly crept my finger through the top, and going beneath her bra.
My fingers found her large areolas and I pinched them with firm and constant pressure. Her moans continued and I took this as encouragement to explore more.
I felt her firm legs which were now moist with perspiration, and again my fingers continued their exploration. This time they crept up the long and curvy road. Her panties were moist and her pussy was swollen. Slowly I massaged her lips, enjoying the wetness. Her clit poked out through the fabric and folds of her pussy, and I lovingly rubbed it in small circles.
While I was exploring her pussy and panties, she was running her right hand up my shirt, enjoying the smoothness of my stomach and chest.
As I was enjoying the pleasure of her pussy, her hand found my rock hard cock fighting against the confines of my jeans. We spent a few minutes kissing, playing with each other’s tongues, and massaging each other.
Apparently it wasn’t enough for her, because in a short time she was unzipping my jeans and freed my cock from its constraints. It sprang out, my head wet with precum and a full musk scent filled our small room. Slowly and carefully she rubbed the tip of my cock, spreading the cum over it, rubbing it gently.
I was in heaven, pure bliss and she rubbed, I rubbed, and we continued to make out.
But again, this wasn’t enough. Without a word, she broke our kiss and licked my neck, sucking with such pressure that I would have those marks well after our night together. Further and further down she went, until her tongue found the swollen, red head of my engorged cock. She licked it lightly, slowly, making circles around my cock as if she was trying to make a shiny halo of cum around it.
Deeper and deeper she went, taking more of my cock, licking the shaft as she consumed more and more of it.
My cock had never been loved like this before. Different from plunging into a deep warm pussy. There was precision, a methodical approach that made the journey that much more enjoyable in its slow deliberation.
Overcome by this moist welcome, I couldn’t help but shoot my load directly into her mouth. Hours upon hours of built up control suddenly released like a broken dam as wave after wave of cum flooded her mouth. Like a thirsty traveler, her cock-hungry mouth took every lick of it, sucking and licking my head as I pumped my cum down her throat.
After a final lick of my tip, she came back up for air and we had one last deep kiss, her tongue still wanting to fuck, her panties now totally soaking wet, our seat shiny with a mixture of sweat and cum.
I thanked her and we ended our date soon after. It was a good night.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8mlrpl/mf_getting_a_blowjob_in_a_bar