Drinks With Sarah
After a fight with his wife, a man goes to a pub and is introduced to an erotic anal sensation he’s never experienced before.
Trembling and trying to control my shallow breathing, I picked up the pay phone in the grocery store and proceeded to check the number held loosely in my right hand. “It’s easy,” I thought to myself, “just act cool.”. I had been flipping this business card around in my pocket all day, in fact, for the last seven days since I received it.
That night started horribly with a fight with my wife. In anger I went out to find somewhere to get drunk. I needed a drink badly and anywhere would do. I managed to find a pub in a strip mall about twenty minutes from home.
“Here alone?” I turned towards the voice. She stood next to me with a twenty-dollar bill in one hand and a cigarette in the other. Curly brown hair framed her pale face, the most beautiful chestnut eyes I had ever seen, both complimenting her outstanding body. Her top giving a generous view of her breasts, her designer jeans giving way to her firm stomach. The woman was built for business.
“Yeah,” I answered, “well, kinda. I’m waiting for a friend.” I felt bad for lying.
“Would you mind if I sit here?” she said as she pointed to the chair beside me at the bar, “I’m waiting for someone also but I have the feeling that I’ve been stood up.” I croaked a reply and she sat, throwing her purse and cigarettes onto the bar.
She told me her name was Sarah through her smoky voice and pink lips, her low cut top showing ample breasts that were balanced on the bar. Words seemed to come easily for this woman and as intimidated as I was of her, I was able to make easy conversation. We spoke about our lives and our families for a while, all the time drinking more quickly. Eventually, sex became our topic of conversation.
“What’s the kinkiest thing you’ve done in bed?” she asked, putting her long nail into her wine and biting the tip. I stammered, “Nothing really that kinky. You know, just the ordinary stuff. Whatever my wife lets me do to her which isn’t that much.” She laughed as she tossed her hair back, collected her purse and smokes, and with a wet finger pressed against my lips whispered, “I’ll be right back, I’m going to the ladies room.”
I watched her ass as she walked away and I could almost imagine the feel of it on my hands. Having feeling the urge to go, and not wanting to waste her time waiting for me when she was back at the table, I tried my best to walk a straight line into the bathroom. I pushed the door open with my forearm and I saw her reflection looking at me from the mirror. She turned around and asked if I was lost. I looked at the door that I was still propped against and noticed that I did in fact walk into the ladies restroom.
The ladies restroom…
That was all the chance that she needed. She grabbed me by my shirt and dragged me into the far stall, her tongue darting into my mouth, her mouth sucking my tongue. Our faces were a blur and she was grunting softly, the smell of her perfume, and the taste of wine and cigarettes filled my senses. She pushed me against the back of the stall and got knelt down, her face rubbing against my pants and my swelling cock, taking small bites and breathing in deeply.
“Mmm, you smell so good.” Her muffled voice said. She undid my pants and slid them to the floor. My cock sprang out and she smiled and licked the head. It seemed to jump when she did. She lifted up my shaft and took a deep breath, her face planted between my balls and my leg.
She opened her mouth and took my cock inside her. The warmth of her mouth was spreading over my shaft as she sucked greedily. She moaned softly; this woman really enjoyed sucking dick that was for sure. She quickened her pace and I bent my knees, her expert tongue running up and down my cock, running over my balls.
She licked the base of my cock, taking in deep breaths and moaning as she did. I whipped my head back and put my hand on her head, forcing her to take all my length. Then she did something that was totally unexpected. She reached up and with a wet finger slowly started circling my asshole. At first, I was taken aback, but it started to feel good.
Do you like that?…
“Do you like that?” she asked. I moaned and nodded my head. She continued to suck, her one hand following her mouth up and down my shaft, her other hand’s finger slowly making its way inside my ass. It wasn’t long before her whole finger was inside that I felt the urge to come. She must have suspected this because she got up and told me to get on my knees and face the wall.
After some hesitation, I complied by wrapping my hands around the toilet, my chest on the seat, and my ass in the air. She ran her hand up and down the crack of my ass making sure to give it soft pinches as she did. I moaned and pushed myself towards her. I felt both of her hands spread my ass and her hot breath on my hole.
With her soft wet tongue, she licked from my balls to my asshole and when she did it was like electricity flowing through me. She did this a few more times and I groaned and moved my ass in a circle, feeling her lips and tongue appreciate my balls and ass. She then spread my ass wide and made small passes at my asshole with her tongue, each time more firm than the last.
She stuck her tongue deep in my ass and my already rock hard cock jumped. She continued this for what felt like forever, slipping her tongue in, wiggling it around, trying her best to see how far she could stick it. I felt a hand go on my cock and slowly start to milk it. Slow, strong strokes keeping in time with the way she was licking my ass.
After three minutes of this, I arched my back and jets of cum splashed over the front of the toilet and some in her hand. I pulled her face away and stood up, wiping her mouth and staring at me as I lay panting while straddling the toilet. I composed myself and stood up noticing that she was digging in her purse for something. She pulled out her business card and handed it to me. I took it and put it in my back pocket and she leaned over and grabbed my still hard cock through my pants and purred, “Don’t be a stranger.”
She walked out of the restroom and out of the bar. I left and went home thinking about what had transpired. Now, it is a week later, I needed to see this woman again. I dialed the number and after three rings heard her voice. “Sarah,” I said enthusiastically, “are you busy tonight?”
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