This is the story of how me (F20) and my boyfriend (M22) got it on in an abandoned stairwell behind a bar. The events took place about a year and a half ago when the world was still normal.
We had met on tinder and soon started dating. This was about 3 months into our relationship and we hadn’t really gotten very frisky until then. My boyfriend is 5’5 and well built and I’m 5’3, a little on the curvier side. Naturally, names haven’t been revealed and a few other details are changed for privacy. Skip to the xxxxx for the fun stuff :p
My boyfriend and I decided to hangout at a bar one afternoon. We were meeting after a long time, finals had kept us occupied and he’d gone on a trek to the mountains for a week right after and I’d taken a trip with my friend to another city. Being away from my partner for such a long time meant that I had a ton of pent up sexual frustration.