I’m Anna, I’m 32 now. I really love sex and all things sexual. I like reminiscing about old times and so I decided to write some stories. It’s high time for another one. This one is casual sex and actually nothing special. I still like to remember it, though. Taught me that not all hot guys are a great lay :P
Feel free to comment and ask. Please dont mind any mistakes, english is not my first language.
**Skip to “The next day…” for actual sex.**
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At 19, I was extremely skinny with small boobs and a nice ass. Short black hair with colorful strands in it.
To earn some money, I worked as a waitress at a local beer fest. Dressing just a tiny bit too tight secured me a lot of tips. Chatting with the customers and throwing around silly jokes also helped. The job was fun, the money was good and I got beer for free.
There was an amateur band playing cover songs and it was part of my job to make sure they were always supplied with cold drinks and never had to order.
Their lead singer and guitar player was quite good looking and gave me some pretty generic compliment, I don’t remember which one. I gave him a decently witty reply and he seemed to like it, announcing to his band collegues “ooh, she’s a crispy one” with a huge smile on his face. You know that smile. It means “it’s on!”
My shift ended around 2 AM when everyone headed to the bar anyway. He invited me to “come spend the hard earned money” with him at the bar. I didn’t spend one cent, though, because I dont drink much and I got my drinks for free anyway. I remember that I sneakily poured 2/3 of my drink in some potted plant because I wanted to be sober enough to enjoy the fun.
We had a nice chat, a lot of laughing and I remember we shared a cigarette. That brand he smoked still puts a smile on my face when I see it somewhere. There was just a tiny bit of touching hands, or above the knee, nothing improper. Yet we both knew where this would lead. We left the bar together and he insisted on driving me home. The stupid fucker was drunk as can be, so I said “no thanks” and made him sit in his car with me.
There, he told me about his work: shovelling money at the bank. And about his recent divorce: caught his whore wife in the act with one of his soccer buddies – ouch. He also told me that he doesnt want any kind of relationship right now. He’s still on the rebound from that. And from turning 30. He felt like he’s getting old.
There was this huge sexual tension between us but I knew, at almost 4 AM, both being quite drunk, it wont lead to anything good. So I gave him my phone number – I was sooo proud of my new cell phone – and made him promise to sleep in his car. Then I walked home.
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**The next day**, I got a text from him, saying we should meet. He told me the address and asked if 2 PM will work. I simply wrote “YES” and showed up in a very very short and very very see through dress with thin straps. No bra, no panties.
I walked in, he said “helloooo” and pulled me close for a kiss. It was an urgent kiss, his hands roaming all over my body and I could feel his boner through his suit pants. He was wearing a nice looking dress shirt and between kissing he told me that he just got home from work. He had me up against the wall, still kissing me and exploring my dress or lack of it. I could tell he loved that I came prepared like that. As he pulled the straps over my shoulders to get access to my breasts, he started telling me how much he wanted me, since we started talking. I was dripping wet and couldn’t wait to get my hands on him. The tiny buttons of the shirt weren’t easy to open. Especially since he was so good at distracting me. Finally, my hands on his skin. Like his hands on mine. As he pulled my dress off all the way, I told him to “get rid of these pants” and he did, along with his shorts.
We stood there, admiring each other for a few seconds. He took my hand and said “come”, leading me over to a big sofa. There, he sat down an told me to sit on his lap. We kissed some more while he gently caressed my breasts, my thighs, my belly, my butt. After a while, just when I thought I’d go crazy with lust, he looked at me and lowered me on my back, on the sofa next to him. “I want you”, he whispered, as he knelt between my legs. From somewhere, a condom appeared and he got ready to fuck me. I spread my legs for him and said “oh yes please”. His cock wasn’t huge and it wasn’t tiny, he slid right in and it felt great. He didnt take long to pick up a rather fast rhythm and I knew he wouldnt last long. Something about that distracted me and I didn’t cum, although I enjoyed it. He fucked me good, and indeed, he came pretty fast. I didnt mind that. But I wasnt happy about what followed.
He curled up next to me, spooning me and instantly fell asleep. Cuddling was nice, but I was still horny and had hoped for a bit more of *whatever* sexyness. Nope, he slept.
So I stood up, threw my dress on and left, somewhat disappointed.
Despite the lack of orgasm on my part, we continued to meet and fuck. It got a tiny bit better, but he wasn’t the greatest lay ever. But damn he was a great kisser and we had some really nice dates where he would take me out as “eye candy”.
*edit: typos
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4ad5hp/all_the_guys_i_fucked_joe_the_banker_f19m30
Long time no see. Great story.