Alright, I've got a good story for this thread.
So, a couple of years ago I started working at a new place, but I already knew that a girl that was living close by to my place and I've had some overlapping social circles with was working there as well. I never spoken to her before, but people always told me that she was cool.
She was an artist, had quite the alternative look, colored her hair in a bright blue color, was around 5 feet 7 inches tall, neither skinny nor curvy. Some strong manic pixie dream girl vibes.
Anyway, to my surprise we really hit it off quite quickly. We shared a similar taste in music and movies and I think she was just glad to have someone she could talk popular culture with at her place of work. She also worked at a bar, and so, after a couple of months of working together, she asked me if I'd like to DJ at the bar she was working at. I happily agreed.
A couple of weeks later I showed up at that bar, set up and played some music. It was a weeknight, so there wasn't much going on at that place, but I really couldn't care less. It was a small bar anyway, and there were never more than 10 people around, but I was just happy to play some music and occasionally talk to my new friend. I knew she had a boyfriend for years, so I never had any expectations to ever anything to happen anyway.
Anyway, the evening progressed, and at one point the only people still present at the bar were me, the girl, another girl that was working there and I believe owned the place, and two finance/business bros that seemed totally out of place. To my surprise, though, the bros really seemed to dig my music and started dancing. In the meantime, my friend and I steadily drank some shots.
I felt a bit drunk, but was definitely not as drunk as my friend. She started dancing as well, and, a couple of minutes later, she all of a sudden started making out pretty wildly with one of the finance bros – who must have been at least 20 years older than her. I thought „Wait, doesn't she have a boyfriend?“, but because I was feeling pretty drunk as well at that point, I enjoyed the whole, weird situation I found myself in.
Things took a turn for the worse, however, when, around 10 minutes later, her boyfriend showed up all of a sudden. Seeing his girlfriend making out with some other dude was, understandably, quite upsetting for him, so he obviously started making a scene. Glasses were thrown, and we, meaning me and the other girl that was working there, had to do a lot of work to try and stop any kind of serious fight from breaking out. Luckily, the finance bro that wasn‘t making out with my friend convinced his friend to take off, and they both left the bar.
The boyfriend, however, started insulting his girlfriend, called her a wh*r* and threatened to break up with her. So I went outside with him as well, talked to him for a few minutes, said how I totally understand how he must feel right now etc, and convinced him to sleep on it, after which he took off as well.
I reentered the bar and felt incredibly ecstatic. Like, I distinctly remember how I thought that no one will ever believe me what just happened. Honestly, it was a scene straight out of a daytime soap.
I gathered my things and promised the other girl who was working there to make sure our mutual friend will make it home safely. She seemed really drunk – and also a bit upset (but not that upset I expected someone in her situation to be?!) I called a taxi, which showed up a few minutes later.
We both sat on the back seat and started driving, after I told the driver to drive to her address first.
And now we‘re getting to the good part.
The taxi driver started driving, and only a few seconds later, my friend made a shh sign to me, and started reaching down my pants quite aggressively. I was totally confused/surprised/overwhelmed at first, because, again, her move really came out of complete nowhere. I grabbed her hand, pulled it back out and said something akin to „Uhh… that‘s not really necessary right now.“ Like, believe it or not, at that point I assumed she was just wasted/confused by what just happened, and I really didn't wanna take advantage of her weird state of mind.
We arrived at her place, and, because I was living basically only a few blocks away, I decided to pay the driver, walk her to her door, and go home by foot later on.
I walked her to the door of her building and asked her if she felt okay. She said yes, I hugged her, and turned around. I walked about 10 steps before I heard her calling my name. I turned around… and saw that she pulled down her dress to reveal her (small, but very perky) tits. I walked back to her and said something like „Uhhh.. what‘s going on?“ to which she replied „I am incredibly horny right now and really need to have sex. Like, now. Can you help me?“
At that point any kind of concern I had beforehand went straight out of the window. An evening that started with me expecting to DJ at some bar and go home right afterwards was about to end with me having sex with a person that I never ever expected to have any sort of interest in me?! Sounds too good to be true, right? Is this really happening?!
Again, having had zero expectations whatsoever, I followed her to her apartment on the first floor, and found myself standing in the hallway. She unlocked the door, I entered her apartment and asked her if she needed some water, or wanted to freshen up, fully expecting her to finally come to her senses. Her answer? „Maybe later. Let‘s fuck first.“
And before I was even able to properly process what she just said, she had already removed her red polka-dotted dress, pulled down her black panties, went straight to her bed, into doggy position with her knees wide apart. Like, I swear, it must have taken her around 30 seconds between unlocking her apartment door to getting into position, face down, ass up, butt naked.
I felt a bit overwhelmed at that point, but thought something like „fuck it“ (literally lol), entered her bedroom, and started giving her oral immediately to which she seemed to respond quite positively. That was the moment I decided to test how far I can go, and, for the first time in my life, started rimming a woman. An incredible feeling… made even better with her starting to moan really loudly and eventually pulling her cheeks even further apart with her own hands. She enjoyed what I was doing?
The whole situation felt like something straight out of porn. I remember frantically pulling down my pants, and desperately looking for the one condom I was always carrying around (and never expected it to ever getting to use it). I put on the condom, fucked her doggy for a couple of minutes, and finally mustered up the courage to ask if I could fuck her ass as well. She immediately started pulling apart her cheeks again, an invitation I happily agreed to.
I came pretty quickly, she didn't, but she also didn't seem to care about any of that. After I came (into the condom), I pulled it off, and spooned her for a bit. She fell asleep after about literally 60 seconds. After laying there for around 2 or 3 minutes, I decided to get up and leave. Luckily, I finally got a full view of her pussy first (remember, we only fucked with me being behind her), and when I saw that she looked like she really didn‘t expect anything to happen that nighi (I think she was fully shaven normally but hadn't shaved for days, maybe even a couple of weeks), it made the whole experience even hotter.
The next day I texted her if she had any hangover. She texted back that she was feeling okay. We never spoke about what happened. She‘s still with her boyfriend, even has at least one kid with him now.
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