I went to a new bar last week and was kind of horny when I went in. I had thought I might meet some good looking guy and take him home for the night. Not a regular practice, but once in a while it can be fun. However it was the bartender who ended up going home with me. I sat at the bar looking fabulous, and hoped to be approached by someone I found appealing. I was approached alright, but not by anyone I wanted to spend any time or effort on. The bartender seemed to know my game.
We’d chatted on and off all night, it seemed kinda slow and between serving others he’d wander back to me and chat. I did like him, he had a boyish charm about him. At closing time I asked him if he had any plans. He shook his head no. I asked him if he’d like to. He smiled and nodded yes. We walked back to my place, which wasn’t far from the bar. He kissed me as soon as we got in the door and we tumbled into the bedroom. I told him I normally didn’t behave this way and he said he didn’t either, though I didn’t believe him.
He wasted no time getting his hand in my panties and of course he found me wet. He worked my clit expertly in his fingers before getting me on the bed on my back and sliding his cock into me. It felt good and he knew how to fuck. I never had a doubt of it anyway. He positioned me just right, he had lots of experience it seemed, and I was cumming in no time. We played all night. Gave one another several orgasms and parted ways shortly before dawn. Will I ever see him again? Likely not, but it was a fun night for us both. Just one of those two ships passing in the night sort of things. I’m glad I passed his ship though.
