The guys sometimes ask me I have ever had a one night stand and as much as I would love to say “Yes” and relate the details the truth is that I never do. Instead I always tell them that I have never had a one night stand.
But we’re friends and I can tell you anything. So here it is. The truth. I have had a one night stand and it was, well, weird. Weird enough that I never tell the story.
I was out with friends and we had been at one other bar and were now drinking at a second bar. The night was late and I figured I would play a game of darts then go home. I had just broken up with my girlfriend of about a year and was actually in no hurry to start dating again. Meaning that I was in no way on the prowl.
I was at the bar waiting for another brew, looking at the ladies a bit and appreciating the scenery with all the honorable intentions of a gentleman. OK, if you really want to know I was lusting over some of the finer attributes of women who were no doubt wonderful girls except that I just didn’t know them or how wonderful they would or would not be. It was at this time that a rather tall and breathtaking woman walked into my field of view. I didn’t know she was so hot at first because I was looking all the way across the bar and my eyes just did not focus so close quickly enough.
When I looked at her closely I think I was noticeably startled and I think she noticed. I think I might have even caught my breath a little. Is this why she did what she did? The world will never know. All I do know is that it turned out to be both fantastic and identity changing. She saw me look her over which is exactly when she stepped right up to me and got really close. I didn’t know what her intentions were and as she got closer and closer I started to wonder if she was going to bite my ear. Instead she whispered something life altering to me. Not that I knew it was going to alter my life at that point and not that I was not living in bizzarro land for thinking she was going to bite my ear. What she said in a husky breathy whisper was: “I want to spread the folds of my pussy all over your tongue.” To which I replied: “[absolutely nothing]”. That’s right for the first time in my life I was speechless and I couldn’t even muster the strength to stammer. She moved away from my ear just enough to look me in the eye. I don’t know what she expected to see. Did she expect rejection? Did she expect me to grab her by the hand and lead her out of the bar to my home? I don’t know. She smiled a Mona Lisa smile which I could not understand the meaning it was supposed to imply and without moving any farther back intentionally rubbed her left boob on my arm. To the left and to the right she moved – three times. My arm was bare but her breasts were encased in perhaps the tightest fitting bra the world has ever seen. The oddly surreal effect of course was not diminished at all. I could see her nipples get hard and dropping my hand to hide the evidence from view I could feel my dick get hard too.
She deftly changed the topic of conversation to my forgotten dart game convincing me that I should abandon play but simultaneously making me wonder if just maybe my friend Steve had put her up to it so I would forfeit. We actually hit it off and had a pleasant time for the next fifteen minutes or so before her continuous flirting convinced me that I really should ask her home.
Back in my bed I was flattened on my back while she loosened my tie and the first few buttons of my shirt kissing from neck to nipples. I can’t say that I am particularly fond of having my nipples sucked but as a prelude to cocksucking who am I to complain? I don’t know when it happened but during the course of our lovemaking she surreptitiously removed her pants and panties, and with my full knowledge my shirt and tie came off too leaving me bare from the waist up and her bare from the waist down. Surely this would be a momentary stop along the way to naked-town. Fear not for I would surely see her amazing boobies before long – just not yet.