[MF] Buying a drink for a deaf woman

One weekend, like every weekend at that time in my life, I found myself in the downtown area of my city, bar hopping with friends and getting way too drunk for our own good. The downtown area, while having many bars, didn’t have much else in the way of nightlife.

One bar however took it upon themselves to turn their restaurant into a makeshift dance club every Thursday through Saturday evening. It wasn’t great. The music was too loud and distorted. The lighting was much too dark. The bar became nearly impossible to get to and it was hot as Satan’s undercarriage but it was a nice break from just drinking.

Due to the restrictions of the “club”, our group had splintered. While we were all in the same building, it was nearly impossible to stay together. I ended up with a friend as we tried to cool down and grab a drink at an open space at the bar. As we waited for the bartender (which took quite some time), we scanned the bar to see if there was anyone worth flirting with.

There was a group of women who had just ordered and were moving like a hurricane through the crowd. They weren’t destructive but you could clearly see the outline of their group as they moved, altering their shape as they weaved through the crowd but always remaining close. Something seemed “off” to me as I watched them but I was honestly too drunk to pay much attention. Several were cute and if they got closer maybe I would try to get their attention but it wasn’t anything I was sweating over (unlike the air condition of the club).

Right as the group came near us, the bartender tended to our drink needs and he alerted me that someone was trying to get my attention. I turn and look down at a fairly cute 5’2” girl who made the universal signal for a drink as she put her hand to her mouth and mimed the action. I asked what she wanted but received no response. As I stared at her and she stared at me, my friend leaned close and whispered that he thought she was deaf.

After college, the town I found myself in had a large deaf community. I had played sports against a deaf school in high school but besides that, I had never interacted with anyone that had hearing loss. I didn’t know ASL.

I probably looked dumbfounded, staring at a cute girl but in reality I was perplexed, yet intrigued, about how to proceed. I thought quickly and pulled out my phone. Looking back, what I did was probably dumb as she could have just stolen my phone but I typed in the Note field “What would you like?” and handed it over.

As she took my phone, I tried to eye her up. She was short; comparable to what girls call “fun-sized”. She had black hair pulled back into a pony tail that was probably shoulder length or more if let down. The front was a little disheveled from dancing and the sweat matted some loose strands to her face. She wore some trendy glasses that had a black and gold square frame that helped accentuate her face. I think she had brown eyes but who knows. Her face had a few freckles high on her cheeks that made her look a little younger than she was. She had a standard grey shirt on with her college printed across the breast. I remember the shirt hanging low enough that you wondered what was underneath but an occasional glimpse of white material showed offered the insight that short-shorts were her outfit of choice for the evening. She had a former athletes body and it was clear she still worked out but not at the intensity that she once had. I wasn’t about to complain.

She quickly typed something and handed me the phone back. “Vodka cran” was all that was added. I was feeling generous (and very drunk) and added the drink to our order. My buddy nudged my shoulder in support and when the drink was delivered, she did something with her hands (I assume “Thank you”) and took the drink and left.

I was a little disappointed but hey, it happens. My buddy and I waited another ten minutes or so to get another drink and went back to the dance floor. I’m not much of a dancer but I was doing what I could when I felt a tap on my shoulder blade. I turned around and there was the drink girl from earlier. She pointed at me, signed something, and then proceeded to dance with me. I honestly had no idea what was going on but knew body signals and I knew when to move my body closer and grind.

She was an alright dancer (better than me at least) but the situation was definitely getting me in the mood. In public, drunk, sweaty, grinding on a woman that I couldn’t communicate with. We did this for about an hour. I figured we had just found a good outlet for the evening as I wasn’t overstepping my bounds and she wasn’t being bored to death with someone spitting game.

It was about half an hour until last call when she stopped dancing and pulled me to the side of the dance floor. She signed something again and I just looked bewildered. She eventually pointed to my waist and I thought she was directing the action towards my dick. I thought clearly though and realized she was pointing at my pocket, which housed my phone. Pulling my phone out, she picked up where she left off and quickly typed a message. “Saying bye to my friends, want to get some food at whatever the local bar is? Meet me out front in five.” Obviously the bar name was mentioned but I can’t remember what it was. It was also the only place that served food after 11 pm so everyone knew of it.

I nodded yes because this was so new to me. I didn’t know her name. Couldn’t talk to her. Felt disgusting due to alcohol and sweat. I used the facilities then went outside. I remember the air being thick due to the humidity but it honestly felt better than being inside. I also didn’t say bye to my friends. I just left.

I stood outside, surveying the scene of drunk people walking the streets and talking much too loudly. The bar we were going to was about two blocks away. Between this club and that bar was an outdoor seating bar that was always busy (and a little too classy for me) and a very prestigious restaurant that had security gates and everything. This was the type of place you made a reservation for months in advance. I have no idea what it was doing in this city.

Anyways, I checked my phone and about ten minutes had gone by. I thought I had been duped and debated the method I wanted to get home: sober up in the park and drive my car or take an expensive taxi. As I pondered my choices, someone slid their hand into mine and started to pull me up the street. I looked to my right and saw the girl I spent the night dancing with. She didn’t even look at me as she basically dragged me down the block. If I thought I was turned on before, this little act really had me going.

As we began to pass the prestigious restaurant, she diverted our course through an alley beside the fencing. This town had many alleys that connected to restaurants and such and while current me would probably worry about being robbed, younger me thought we were taking a short cut. Halfway up the alley, she paused and stepped through a missing section of fence into the parking lot of the the restaurant. I didn’t know what we were doing but was encouraged by her arm motion, signalling me to “come on”. I stepped through the section and was now in the parking lot of an empty restaurant. She grabbed my hand and dragged me towards the building.

The stairs for the restaurant spilled out onto the main street and unless you were in the parking lot or in the alley we just came from, you wouldn’t be able to see behind the stairs. On one side, that’s where they kept their trash cans and dumpsters as they were out of sight. It also smelled strongly of piss, as I assumed drunk people used the secluded area to relieve themselves. The other side of the stairs though, was just red and white brick and an open area. We stopped there and made eye contact.

She signed something but again, it was lost to me so I put my hand in my pocket to grab my phone. She placed her hand on my arm to stop me and shook her head no. She then gave the universal motion for blowjob, balling up her fist and pantomiming against her mouth. I pointed to the ground, to ask “here” as my mouth decided not to form sounds (not that they would have mattered).

She quickly squatted down, bowing her knees out as she fished her hands under the waistband of my shorts and pulled my stiffening cock out. I quickly thought of how much dancing we had done in the sauna that was the club but didn’t want to jinx what was about to happen. As my cock sprang out to full mast, she looked up at me, the street lights reflecting off of her glasses. She quickly turned to her left and spit into her opened palm, slathering her saliva across my shaft with quickening motions. I leaned back against the exposed brick and while it wasn’t comfortable, it was needed as she lowered her mouth onto me.

While she hadn’t made a noise to me all night, I could feel the humming and vibrations emitting from her throat as she proceeded to run her mouth over every inch of my dick. She swirled her tongue fast and rough and then light and slow as her mouth made absolute love to my cock. I reached a hand down and grabbed her pony tail, more to hold on than to have her change up her technique.

The occasional car drove past and there was constant chatter from the street, but my ears were fine tuned to the deaf girl absolutely going to town on me. I’d like to say that I lasted for hours and fucked her like a bimbo on the painted handicapped asphalt, but after a night of grinding and the public and brazenness of her actions, I lasted only a few minutes.

When I felt myself getting close, I patted her head and she pulled herself from my cock. A wet strand of spit hung from my cock head to her chin and she used her free hand to finish me off. I came after a few pumps and left my unwanted seed in parking space B7.

After I was done, she gave my softening cock one last suck before pulling free. As I pulled up my shorts, I was unsure of what was next. She stood on her tip toes and kissed me on my cheek. Forgetting everything I had learned before, I asked out loud if I could get her number.

She quickly responded back “nah”. I was shook. “You can talk?” I was flabbergasted. She grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the fence that we entered through. She didn’t even look at me as she responded.

“Of course. But wasn’t it more fun when I didn’t?”

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/cui8nm/mf_buying_a_drink_for_a_deaf_woman