Many men fantasize about women having sex with total strangers. They love hearing our stories about our one-night stands with men whose name didn’t even bother to ask. I don’t know about other women, but in my case instances such as the one I just described are few and far in between. They rarely happened. In fact, in my case, it only happened once.
Spending your summer in campus can be absolutely boring. Almost all students have gone back to their hometowns and the only ones left are locals (which aren’t many) and the nerds who got a summer job working as research assistant with a professor. I was among the latter. Andrea was out of town visiting her family and going on vacation, and all the guy friends that I had were also gone. The first few weeks I was bored out of my mind. It somewhat helped that I would get home late and I was too tired to even think about getting laid. But as the summer went by I got more used to my schedule and I would get home with more energy. Back then, I must add, Tinder was not yet invented, and casual hookups only happened at bars and clubs. I wasn’t much of a drinker or a partier so it barely crossed my mind to go out by myself to a bar.
However, one day I remember coming back home feeling absolutely wrecked after a shitty day at work. I wanted to distract myself a little and forget about my day. I decided that one night at a bar by myself wouldn’t harm me. To be completely honest, I wasn’t planning about getting laid that night, but I still wore my sexiest outfit: a black tank top, dark blue jeans, and a pair of velvet hills. To round out my ensemble, I did not wear a bra. Back then, in my early 20s, my boobs were both big and perky (today they’re just big), so I did not need a bra for them to look amazing. I looked great and felt great.
I headed to my favorite pub, which was just a few minutes away on foot, and sat at the bar. I ordered myself a beer and just looked at my cellphone. I remember the Red Sox were playing the Yankees that night so the place was particularly packed. But, unlike the days during the semester, I did not know most people. Most of them, turns out, were Harvard employees (security guards, cooks, janitors, etc.). A few men offered to buy me drinks but I politely refused. I wasn’t looking for any action. Just a couple of beers and heading back home. After a while, however, one guy started a pretty pleasant conversation about baseball. I have been a baseball fan all my life and he was pretty surprised that I knew more about the game than most of his friends. We got to talk and obviously flirt. He was really good looking. He wasn’t very tall, maybe 5’8, but he had beautiful blue eyes and even better blonde hair. I wasn’t much into blondes, but he was very attractive. He looked like an Abercrombie & Fitch model. He didn’t offer to buy me any drinks, but he was pretty straightforward about his intentions. We stopped talking about baseball and jumped almost immediately to talk about sex. He asked me all sorts of things related to my sex life and, surprisingly, I found myself telling him everything. I was so turned on talking about my sex life with a stranger, and it turned me on even more than I could tell that he was getting hard just hearing me speak. After a while, he asked me if I wanted to expand my portfolio of adventures and asked me if I had ever been fucked in a bathroom stall. I said no and he replied “would you like to?” I was literally speechless. I was really turned on so I just nodded.
He took me to the pub’s bathroom and we went into a stall. We didn’t make out. He started playing with my tits and motor boating them. He took off my top and started kissing and licking my nipples. It felt amazing. He, then, turned me around and took off my jeans. He ate my ass and pussy for a second before taking out a condom and aggressively jamming it into my pussy. We were being really loud for a bit, until another person came in to the bathroom and he covered my mouth. It felt so hot being fucked from behind by a guy whose name I did not know and with another person going about his business in another stall. Honestly, if I had known him better I would’ve asked him to cum inside me. I was THAT turned on. He fucked me hard and steady. He did not ease down at any point. When I felt he was about to cum, I turned my head and told him I wanted him to cum on my face. He took his cock out, turned me around, I kneeled, and he came all over me. I licked his cock for a second before he left. I went out to the stall with my face covered in cum, and washed it on the sink. I left the bathroom and he was nowhere to be found.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/cyh8e3/college_experiences_iv_sex_with_a_stranger_in_a
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