I am a lesbian. I’ve been licking pussy for years. I’m not one of those stereo-typical, man-hating, butch bull-dykes that couldn’t get a man if they wanted one (which they don’t because they hate them). I’ve had men. We all experiment, and I taste-tested the chess team. What can I say? I’m more of an intellectual than a jock.
My story begins with ladies night. I love going out on ladies night because of cheap booze (often free if the right sucker sees me) and a lot of drunk girls decide they want to experiment. I can’t tell you how many girls I’ve made out with while their boyfriends watched. The guys eat it up!
This ladies night in particular was kind of slow. The weather had been shitty all day, switching between rain and sleet, and not many people had come out.
I was sitting at the bar with a double-cosmo in a glass (a regular cosmo in one of those wimpy stem glasses just isn’t enough), and a guy comes over and offers to buy me another drink.
This guy looks kind of like the office worker sort. He’s a little overdressed for the alsancak escort bar we are in with his blue monochrome shirt and tie combo, but he’s cute with his short spiky hair and glasses. I guess I’m a sucker for guys with glasses (hence, the chess team).
I accept his offer and order a lemon drop. I love to drink, but the drink has to have some flavor.
We start talking, and sure enough, he sells insurance. “Don’t worry,” he says. “I won’t try to sell you any.”
We laugh and drink some more, and soon it is time to go. I don’t know what it is about drinking, but I always get incredibly horny. We head to our cars, and we are talking close, and my hand keeps brushing his arm. The rain has lightened to a mist, and I offer my gentleman friend a seat in my car while we sober-up a bit and continue our conversation.
We sit in my car talking, my hand on his upper-arm, and his hand brushes the hair out of my face. We kiss, and I can’t help but be turned on. His hand moves to the back of my head and holds me in place for a long kiss. Our bodies lean in to each other, and I can feel his body heat on my tits. My nipples have become tight with anticipation. I grab my left breast, and his hand finds mine. I remove my hand, and he cups my breast and runs his thumb across my nipple. I am getting extremely wet, and it has been a long time since I was with a man.
My hand slides up his leg, and I cup his balls. His erection is pressing against the fabric of his pants, so I slowly unzip his pants to release it. His cock is hot in my hand as I start to stroke it. Suddenly, his hand is down the front of my dress and pinching my nipple. His fingers are cool, but it feels so good that I give a little squeak.
I continue to stroke his cock, and a little bead of excitement appears on the head. I lean forward and gently lick the tip of his cock. I am not a huge fan of giving head, but I am so turned on at this point, I probably would have taken it up the ass. I lick again, and he lifts his cock up into my mouth. My head goes down until I feel him in the back of my throat. I lift up and go down again. He has lifted the back of my skirt, and has a finger in me, sliding in and out. He traces my wetness against my clit, and plunges his finger in me again. I sit up, pulling his finger out of me, and straddle him. His cock slides in slowly because I am so tight, and his eyes roll back in his head with pleasure. I rise up on my knees and come down again, a little faster this time. I lift up again until only his head is in me, and when I start to lower myself again, he slams his cock up in to me.
The windows are fogged; its 4 a.m., and here I am fucking this guy in the passenger seat of my car.
He grabs my hips and grinds into me, rubbing somewhere deep inside of me. My pussy tightens on his cock, and he pulls me up to the top of his shaft and pushes me back down. I cum on his cock, rocking back and forth. My pussy clenches and unclenches, and I can feel him getting ready to cum. I lift off and wrap my hand around his slippery cock. I slide my hand up and down until he cums.
We clean off using tissues that I keep in my car, trade numbers, and part ways. He was a good fuck, but I doubt that I’ll ever see him again.