This is a story about how we met, how our relationship is now, and how we have gotten to the stage where we can talk about sex.
So a little bit of background about my girlfriend: I met her a couple of years ago at work when she was working as a receptionist. We instantly clicked, and had a lot in common. I had no problems talking her into doing fun things like going on an afternoon jog in the park with me, and drinking at the local pub.
One of my very first “official” encounters with her is when I was working a night shift. We were both pretty drunk, and decided to head home together. I ended up going into the men’s bathroom and she was in one of the back bedrooms. I decided to try and get her to give me head. I put my head in her lap, and started to kiss her neck. She was wearing a t-shirt, and I was wearing a pair of jeans. I started to rub her clit as I kissed her neck, and I decided to move my hands to her boobs. She looked at me and asked me to stop, but I insisted that I wanted to play with them for a little bit longer. I rubbed her breasts, and I even got her to lift her hips a little to grind her pussy on my crotch. She told me that she had to go to the bathroom, and I had to fuck her.