I think I suck at writing stories about my adventures. Mostly because I’m always drinking at the time, and because I have a terrible memory which I chalk up to ADD. But nonetheless, I will attempt to tell you of Jonathon at the stripclub. Seems silly to change the name since I only have the first and shortening it to Jon would seem a bit too on the nose anyway.
It started on Thursday when me and DH (dear hubby) were fried from the week and drinking at home. Drinks and music, and somehow that turned into where we could go out and have a good time? We decided to Lyft to the local strip club. So, I put on a black teddy-type of top that snaps at the crotch and no panties, my shortest black mini skirt, and strappy black heels, jean jacket. Set phasers to “stun.”
It was a fun club, there is a history there for hubby and so we chose a table off to the side and settled right in with more drinks. DH gave me a few dollars and told me to tip the girls onstage. I refused since they were just waitresses cleaning poles and twerking. I said, “You either sit at the tip-rail or you don’t.” So, DH says, “Let’s go.”
We got to the tip-rail after the cleaning and started having fun with the dancers. Just off to the side of the stage is a door leading to an outdoor smoking area that’s closed in and covered so we made trips out there and easily struck up a few conversations and were having a pretty good time. Fine.
DH decided he would just like to leave me alone for a bit and see what happens. So, I sat alone drinking and had been checked on by waitresses enough that I was pretty good and drunk.
I moved up to the tip rail on my own and was soon joined by Jonathon. He was average to tall, attractive, young, and dressed nice. I can’t tell you exactly what was said, but he was bold enough to kiss me where DH and anyone watching could see (which was hot). I don’t know how my hand landed on his bulge. If he put it there, or just told me to feel it for evidence that I was turning him on, or if I just grabbed his crotch. But with the door open to the smoking area, DH got to see the whole exchange. When Jonathon suggested a trip out to his truck, I just told him to hold on a sec, and walked over to DH in the smoking area, handed him my jacket and said, “Hold this.” I figured no other explanation necessary. He knew the rest of what was going to happen.
So, we latched hands and weaved through the busy bar and out the same door we came in. His truck was parked way in the back, and I remember him asking me if I was one of the dancers, to which I said no, just visiting! But, he said, “when you lean over the tip-rail I can see your ass and pussy!” I said, “Well, this damn thing won’t stay snapped!” (True!) In the truck, I showed him the useless snaps and my horny wet pussy.
Big truck. Lots of room to romp around. We went over the fact that I can’t pregnant and I assured him I was clean. Several times as I recall, while he was scrambling to get his belt undone. As soon as we got his pants open I started sucking his cock which was ample and eager. He was loving it. I stopped to put my hair up. I always wear a hair-tie on my wrist for just such occasions. He watched me get ready while pumping his waiting hard-on. I dove back down on it sucking and stroking. I held and stroked his balls and sucked his stiff dick thinking this might be all we get up to. He went for quite a while enjoying that, so then I moved to hop in his lap. I put it in my slimy wet hole and began the ride.
I love being on top. I have so much control over depth, rhythm, angle…that’s where I get mine. I rode him until I was squirting on his cock and making a general mess of things. My knees started getting banged up due to cupholders and such, so I curled my toes up and squatted on his cock that way. He was grabbing my ass and telling me I was wild. I remember the lights being on for a long time so I figured DH would find me and not worry. He shot a load inside me and then asked me to clean him off. So I did. I went back to giving him head as there was no downtime in between. I went back to his balls and then his asshole. He loved that. He grabbed his cock and started jacking it hard while I rimmed him in rhythm with the thrusts. I have never given an asshole more attention in my life. I licked him, I tongue-fucked him, I lapped at it some more. He was laid back spread eagle having the time of his life. I thought he was going to cum again, so I kept at it! He did not cum!
Back to sucking his cock then. He skull fucked me so hard (and I had been drinking), that I gagged on his cock and almost threw up. In fact, I did a little, and grabbed for the door, spat it out, horrified, but these things sometimes happen, and he didn’t give a shit. We laughed about it and rather than risk that embarrassment again, I gave him my ass instead. He fucked my ass steadily until I was gushing right into his center console.
By now my phone was going off and I was so spent and done. But Jonathon wanted more. When would he have this chance again? I texted DH that all was well, and where I was. The club was closing, and I learned we had been gone almost an hour! I wanted a cigarette and was done with him. He was not, so in the spirit of compromise I let him continue to fuck me while I casually hung out the window and had a smoke. LoL. These guys will keep you forever if you let them, so I had to tap out and call time.
I will never forget walking back to the club with my hair piled on top of my head, hanging down all around, striding back to my dear hubby as he chatted with people all gathered outside now, dripping with cum and guiltily smiling and trying to keep it together for conversations. I was hot, dirty mess with a shit-eating grin.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bzdedk/that_time_i_fucked_a_stranger_in_the_parking_lot
Have I read this before?
“Slimy wet hole” ruined it.
This is very hot.