my girlfriend and i ended up at a punk rock bar, with this big bouncer guy and his Harley out front. big guy. bald. not my type, but worth flirting with in case there was a cover. “you gonna take me on a ride later?” “not til 5 when i get off.” “darn, i’ll be asleep by then.” wink, smile, into the bar.
few minutes later, while my friend and i are discussing the potential of the bar (she’s a music & beer snob) this other guy comes over – mid 30s, tall, tan skin, dark hair – and offers me a ride. “my friend said you wanted to take a ride.” more debating with my friend – he’s cute, but is he gonna kidnap me and kill me? no, probably not, go for a ride – so i agree. i get dolled up in the helmet and what not. (i’ve never been on a bike before). he takes me around town – it was fucking awesome! – and we kinda grope on each other on the bike. add in the hum of the motor, i was wet after a block. me-”don’t go fast, i’ve never been on one of these before.” him-”hold on tight.” me-”oh no problem!”
drinking at the other bar ensues – a beer and a shot. my friend gets anxious, so we go back to the first bar. more groping and playing on the bike. his hand up my leg (did i mention i was wearing a miniskirt?) my hands on his chest and waist. tight body. good hair. smelled absolutely fantastic! i still can’t get over the way he smelled.
anyway, back at the first bar, i tell my friend she’s going home in a cab by herself. we go to his (on the bike again) and fucking commences. well, i got a tour of the place to ensure he wasn’t some sleeze with a woman that he was hiding, then fucking commenced. i do believe his tongue was a good 3-4 inches long! (not really, but it felt that way) i think he came twice. i maybe came once, but it was still awesome. hands, kissing, groping (no slapping/pulling/scratching) but it lasted for about 30-45 minutes, until i was too exhausted to continue.
then the quote of the year “that was the best blow job i’ve ever had”
*takes a bow*
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