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Some time ago, I was twenty seven years old back then, an old male friend of mine texted me out of the blue. We hadn’t been in contact for more than seven years. So he somewhat took my by surprise. But it was a more than just welcoming one. As it at all times is when someone from your past drops in to check up on you.

We kept on chatting from time to time for a couple of weeks. It mostly was some remember back then chit chat mixed with some actual information about our current lives. It was nothing out of the normal, overall speaking it just was nice. And it grew the idea inside me to meet up for a cup of coffee or some ice cold drinks.

So I just asked him out. For a meet up, I clearly wasn’t planing hitting on him. Talking in person just is much nicer than texting. And I was curious about him. About his looks, about his everything, because I found nothing about him online. Not a single picture of him, nothing. He probably was one of those who liked to keep a low account. Who wasn’t keen about sharing his face and his private life with the rest of the world. Who could blame him for being that way.

We set up a date for Friday late afternoon in one of the more famous bars in the city we both lived in. I arrived early, I ordered something to drink and then the waiting began. Time passed by, it got later and later. The point of time when we were planing to meet up passed by. No one showed up.

Five minutes later I got a text. I was fearing the worst. Some lame made up excuse while someone wasn’t able to make it to an appointment, to a date they agreed beforehand. And at first it read like an excuse: “I am stuck in traffic. The train I am sitting in is blocked between stations. I hope they fix it soon.”

Due some bad experience in the past I checked some news feeds, I checked the page of the pubic transport business and to my own surprise he wasn’t lying at all. So I ordered myself another drink, some snacks and killed my time by doing some people watching and spending time on my phone. I somewhat lost track of time while doing so.

Then something happened. Someone came into the place that caught my eye. She was about my age, she was gorgeous, beautiful and hot. I had never seen her before in my life, but she somewhat looked familiar to me. And the best thing, she headed straight towards me. While smiling at me.

And things got even better. She asked me if the seat next to me was already taken. She totally took me by surprise, I needed more than one brief moment to give her an answer: “No, it is no taken. Sit down, if you like.”

Surprisingly it didn’t took long and the ice was broken. We had something to talk about. She knew the right questions to ask, so did I. We had a blast. A couple of laughs. And we clearly were checking out each other.

While more and more sexual tension was building up between me and the stranger next to me – a stranger that was strangely familiar – I completely forgot about the friend that was supposed to show up. I blamed the more than just nice distraction that was sitting next to me for it.

As the evening progressed we got flirtier and flirtier. The gab between the two of us got smaller and smaller. Until we were more or less sitting onto each other. Then it happened. We our eyes met, we shared a first kiss. A gentle one that turned into passionate kissing soon after.

Now our hands were all over each other’s bodies. We had to restrain ourselves to not tear the clothes of each others bodies and begin fucking in the middle of the bar. But horny had to be cured.

It was her who took me by my hand and lead me into the bathroom of the bar. We went into the disabled toilet and locked the door behind us. As soon as the door was closed we were all over each other again. Our hands were exploring each others bodies while we shared one passionate kiss after the other.

Then she made me sit down on the closed toilet and went on her knees in front of me. She unzipped my pants, she pulled them and my boxers down and she set my raging hard dick free. Once my dick was pointing towards her face a smile appeared on it.

Moments later my glans was inside her mouth. Her lips wrapped themselves around my rock hard dick. She knew how to suck dick. Soon after my moaning was filling the bathroom.

To make things even better she began to take care of my balls. At first she gently touched them. When she saw, when she heard that my moaning got more intense while she did so, she began to gently squeeze my balls. Then she squeezed them a little bit harder. In the end she was close to crushing my balls.

Her doing made my eyes running in circles. My glans inside her mouth while her hands were working on my full balls, it all felt nothing but awesome. The longer she kept on going, the more I was loosing it.

Then she took my dick deeper, down her throat. My dick going in and out of her throat, it finally melted my brain away. I was gone. All that mattered was the sensation of my dick going in and out of her mouth, of her hands squeezing my balls. Fuck, it felt so damn good.

I came closer and closer to an orgasm every time my dick went in and out of her mouth. I came closer and closer to an orgasm with every squeeze she gave my balls. Fuck. I tried to hold back. I tried to enjoy her doing for as long as anyhow feasible.

But there came a point were I had to let go. I wasn’t able to focus, to concentrate, to distract me anymore. From that point on it didn’t took much longer and I dumped a massive load down her throat. She swallowed every last drop of it.

My body was trembling while my aching balls unloaded themselves. To make things even better, she tried to squeeze every last bit of cum out of my balls while I came. I was gone. A firework went off inside my head. After the tension had left my body I collapsed onto the toilet. I needed some time to regain myself. It came nothing but good.

After I was in my body again I immediately looked at her. She had a massive smile on her face: “It came good, hasn’t it?”

Now a massive smile accompanied the satisfied expression on my face: “Yes, it came good. Probably one, if not the best blow job I have ever good.”

When she heard the compliment the smile on her face got even bigger: “Thank you.”

Then I offered her to return the favor. To go down on her too. But she thankfully declined: “It is okay. You can return the favor later.”

She said it in a way that showed me that it really wasn’t a issue for her. That she clearly wasn’t mad about me cumming and her not. Then we hugged, we looked each other in the eyes, we shared a few gentle kisses and then someone knocked at the toilet door: “I hope it came good, but I have to take care of some business.”

A shiver went through both of our bodies. We immediately felt sorry for occupying the disabled toilet. I pulled up my boxers and my panties, then we unlocked the door. We excused ourselves more than once on the person in the wheelchair that was waiting in front of the door.

Luckily he wasn’t mad or anything, he had a massive smile on his face at all times: “It is okay. And believe me, I am used to it. And sometimes I am the one blocking the toilet for the exact same reason.”

Two sights escaped two bodies when we figured out that the man waiting had some understanding for what we had done. That he wasn’t angry at us or anything. And that he for sure wouldn’t go against our throats with some lethal force.

Back at our place we ordered another round of drinks. It didn’t took long and a conversation was up and running again. It also didn’t took long until we were sitting as close to each other again as anyhow feasible.

Meanwhile it had gotten late, the bar was about to close. I asked her if she wanted to head to a different place, but she thankfully declined my offer. She told me that she had long and exhausting work week behind her, so it was time for to go home and to get more than just a handful hours of sleep.

The gentleman I am I offered her to bring her back home. Not that the city we both lived in was to dangerous for a woman to walk the streets alone, it just was a thing I liked to do. And maybe, maybe she would invite me into her place. To spent the night with her.

But the last one didn’t happen. She let me talk her into bringing her back home, but that was all that happened. In front of her house she hugged me, we shared one last passionate kiss and then she sent me off. She did it in a nice, but also very straight forward and direct way. She made clear that staying with her over night was no option here.

I accepted my faith, I wished her a good night and walked away. I stopped more than once to turn around and to look back. Maybe she would change her mind. But she did not. And to make things even worse, back at home, I realized that I made one fatal error: I hadn’t even asked her for her phone number. In my mind I was already imagining myself camping in front of her house. Waiting until she would show up. But as I would find out the next day, there was no should do something time consuming like that.

NSFW: yes

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