In The Thick Of Things

Consuming a drink after a long week was very out of character for me. But I was in a bar I had never been in before. But that is not news, as I am not much of a drinker in the first place.

What happened next wasn't a first, but it had been long. With two ice cubes a quarter the size they were and a half a sip left in the glass, a woman sat next to me offering to buy the next round. It was so out of sorts, I asked if she knew me. "No, but I would like to," she commited back.

I was making a complete ass of myself. "I was only going to have one." Luckily, I corrected the course: "No, but I will buy you one." She laughed, offering to buy each other a round.

Speaking of round, she was a bit chubby, which wasn't what usually caught my attention. But there was surely something about her, a sexual vibe, if I may say so. We hit it off right from the start, and she knew a lot about subjects that interested me. The only thing at odds was the teams playing on the TV hanging up in the corner. "That's a sixty-five-yard kick; he will never make it," I warned.

"Want'a bet?" she offered.

With the ball about to be hiked, there was little time to work out the price. "Sure, you're on," I scrambled to get out. (The ball is up, and it's good.) I had expected another round would be on me, something I had planned to offer anyway. But she left me in the dark, saying she needed more time to think about it.

We had a few more rounds, and I was surely feeling it. Knowing I was beyond my limit, I asked again if she had figured out what she wanted.

"I have two wishes. The first part is you, I want you. The next wish can only be told at my place."

Laughing, I told her how that was cheating, but I would let her get away with it this time. To that, she leaned in and kissed me, "Let's go." "This is me," she said, standing beside her car.

"Okay, I will follow you." Another kiss, and we were on our way. It was a short drive, just around the corner. I followed her up the stairs, my eyes locked on her ass which her short dress did little to hide from my advantage point. Reaching the top, she turned and smiled as if she knew where my eyes were.

Once inside, we kissed again as I pulled the straps of her dress off her shoulders. Undoing the zipper made the dress fall to the floor. She was now down to her bra and matching panties, her dark nipples screamed through the white fabric of her bra. I eased her left side down, taking her firm nipple into my mouth, and I teased the other one, still covered.

She placed her hand under my chin, following her lead, and I kissed her again. Then, in a whispered tone, "I know what my second wish is, I want you to eat me."

As out of sorts as this whole thing has been, finally, something in my wheelhouse. There has been more than one girl who committed how well I eat pussy. I stopped at her breasts again, this time sucking in the other nipple.

I could make out her black mound on my knees and before me. Although I prefer smooth, it was surely no deal breaker. I looked up and smiled before leaning my finger at her waistband. She shook her hip, helping me to get the tight garment over her hips. I was careful not to trip her as I freed them around her heels.

Then when I made my way back up it was to a small penis, and not the pussy I was expecting. Whoa, wait." I uttered.

"What's wrong, you know you were in a Gay bar, don't you?

"Wait, what? It didn't look like a Gay bar," I rambled.

Well, sometimes things are not as they appear, are they? Now, are you going to pay your debt or not?"

A man of my word, I closed my eyes and went with it. This was the first cock i ever sucked but to be honest some interest lingered from time to time. It was more finding that situation, and today it found me.

I took to it well, and she agreed, moaning loudly. "That's it baby, suck me good." It was more of a contest to me now, to see if I could get her off. I thought she was just about there when she pulled away, stating, "Your turn." Who was I to complain, and surely not after she got started? If it wasn't the best blow job of my life, it was very close.

It was new ground for me when she began to finger my butthole, and I found myself pressing into her hand wanting more. "Oh fuck!" was the only warning I gave before blowing my load leaving me very weak kneed. I fell onto the couch nearby, face first.

That was when she began to tongue my ass, leaving me to wonder, "Where has this been all my life."

My moans of pleasure only broken up when she said, "Now I am going to fuck you."

I had no fight left, but much curiosity, "Please, please fuck me." I dont know if it was her skill or my willingness but her cock cut into me like a hot knife in butter. No pain but loads of pleasure. "Yes fuck me, fuck me harder," I screamed.

She told me to turn over then began to fuck me again while stroking my reawakinging dick. "Faster," she demanded, "I want to come with me."

"You better hurry then, I'm about to blow," I warned, and we did. I stayed the night, and she woke me, saying her morning was chubby. Maybe not the breakfast of champions, but not bad either.

I frequent the bar often now, generally with her. It has to be the best drink I've ever ordered, and I am thankful for it.