This is a follow up to my last story. I don’t know if this one is exciting. I contemplated spicing it up, but I decided to keep it true. I hope you like it!
When I last left off, I had just fucked a guy, and he came on my chest. The bar I was at wasn’t very big and walking out of the men’s room was like a scene from a movie where you hear a record screech, and everyone looks. At least that’s how it felt. I clearly had that freshly fucked look and a slight glistening effect on my chest. Maybe I’m paranoid, but it’s seemed like everyone one knew. I chalked it up to paranoia and went back to my seat at the bar. Did they know? I was too cum drunk to think about it.
A few minutes later someone walking to the bar and came up and started talking to me. He was awkward but good looking. I don’t know how old but I’d guess mid 20’s. Here I am at this local bar with no panties, my pussy freshly fucked and still swollen. My brain was toast. I think the guy assumed I was drunk, he treated me like I was. I played along. With the guy I fucked long gone I figured I’d play with this guy for a little. I still had some time. We talked, he did his song and dance. It was cute.