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A female chat friend of mine once made a opinion that stopped me in my tracks. I couldn’t believe how much I related to what she had just said, but didn’t even realize it. I’d never wondered of it the way she described it, but as soon as she said it I knew that was my viewpoint as well.

“Our sex lives should be filled with great anecdotes to look back at later.”

I realized I chased that idea myself, although I did it unconsciously. There are several times in my life that I did things as much because it would be a great memory or story to tell later, as much as it was gonna be sexual gratifying in the moment.

This is a story of one of those times.

In this period of my life I was having a LOT of casual sex. I was working regularly in Florida and had made a couple of regular friends, plus would have the occasional spontaneous experience as well. I would usually be in town for 4 nights every 3 weeks and over a year long stretch I would rarely spend a night alone. I guess my theory that ‘making sure the woman is taken care of each time ensures they will come back another time’ was working!

On this particular night all my regular friends were busy so I made my way to the Blue Martini near the convention centre. If you know the Blue Martini chain, you know it’s a perfect spot for people out of town for work to cut loose a little. And older crown usually, and at this location almost everyone is travelling for work, and debauchery on everyone’s mind.

I made my way to the bar and sat close but not too close to a ground of people that obviously worked together. After not too long I’d struck up a conversation with an attractive but obviously drunk woman at the bar. We were having a nice conversation, but she was at the point where one more drink and this conversation would become very difficult. She left to go to the restroom and two women quickly filled her spot to order drink at the bar.

A quick glance between myself and the attractive brunette led to a smile, which led to a “hello”, which led to bar banter, which led to the two of them sitting down. We chatting, flirted, the attractive brunette and her fun, but loud, and a little annoying friend. The conversation get very flirty between the 3 of us and somehow we ended up a group of 3 middle age strangers playing “never have I ever”. For those that aren’t aware, or call it by another name, NHIE is a drinking game in which you take turns stating something you’ve never done, and if the other people HAVE done it, they need to take a sip of their drink. I believe it is a global rule that if participants are already drinking the questions MUST become sexual within 5 turns. We adhered to this rule.
I won’t pretend to remember who said what, but it was clear by the end of the game that I had had my distribute of experiences, the slightly annoying friend was up for anything and wanted the world to know, and that the attractive brunette was not a prude but not a wild woman either. It was also clear that we all had sex on our brains.

As the evening was drawing to a close I offered to drive them back to their hotel. They accepted. As we walked to the car I made sure to focus my attention on the attractive brunette, whom I’m sure already sensed my interest in her as opposed to her friend, but I wanted to make it clear. I had my arm around her and she leaned into it, placing a hand on my stomach too. “Oh, still a hard stomach” she said with a smile.

The car ride back to the hotel was short and I parked and got out with them. Such a gentleman I am, wanting to make sure my attractive friend got to her room safely. Both women were on the same floor, with my attractive friend nearer the elevator, and the annoying friend further down the hall. I stopped at the first door and we all said our goodbyes, before the annoying friend took off down the hall, my attractive friend opened her room door and walked in holding just long enough to say “are you coming in?” without actually saying it. I followed inside.

My next memory is being on top of her on the bed, both of us fully clothed, making out like teenagers. I was between her legs, grinding on her, her grinding back as we explored each other’s mouths and necks. At a certain point I got up on my knees and removed my shirt, then resumed my spot between her legs to kiss her. Her hands explored my shoulders, back and chest, and my hands began to work over her hips and breasts.

It was time to remove some of her clothes and we took off her top, bra and skirt, leaving her in her panties and me still in my pants. More kissing, but now I’m starting to explore down to her breasts, giving each nipple attention from my tongue, but also cupping her smaller but wonderful breasts in my hands. Then my kisses continued to work down her stomach.

Now, there are a couple things you need to know… First, I LOVE women’s stomachs. They don’t need to be outrageously fit to be sexy, but the nicer her stomach the more I crave going down on her. I don’t know why but nice stomachs make me want to lick her pussy. Women have questioned why this might be, but no one has complained that it is. The second thing you need to know is that I LOVE making women cum with my fingers and tongue. Now, don’t get me wrong, I LOVE fucking. But there is such an ego-boost, or sense of accomplishment when a woman’s thighs close around your head, she tilts her pelvis and arches her back, and makes sounds that can only come from a great orgasm. So fucking hot.

Back to the story… this woman had a nice stomach. No definition, but a perfectly fit but feminine stomach. This was gonna be fun.

I made my way down to her pussy and began to tease her over her panties. I would kiss over her pussy, lick along the edges of her panties, run my tongue gently up her slit, before giving slightly more pressure. After a minute or so, my fingers hooked under her panties and I pulled them to the side and continued to tease her now bare shaved pussy. I let her feel my breath on it at first, then licked the crease between her pussy and legs, then gently running my tongue up her slit until I found her clit with my tongue. She inhaled sharply and arched her back while cupping her own breasts.

I spread her lips aside and explored to discover her most sensitive areas, making sure to follow her reactions for cues. She was easy to read and I quickly learned what she liked. My tongue began to focus on her clit, taking occasional moments to circle her pussy, then I licked one of my fingers and slid it inside her as my tongue found it’s place on her clit again. She was not a loud woman at all, in fact she was more quiet, but her body expressed everything I needed to know. She began to rock her hips against my mouth, and caressed the back of my head as she opened her legs wider. There would be the occasional moan, but mostly she bit her lip and danced her pussy against my mouth.
After about 5min I could feel her orgasm was building. Her breath was getting shorter. The little moans became more soft, encouraging pants of “yes”, and “oh”. I continued doing exactly what I was doing, which was slowly fucking her with two fingers as I flicked her clit slowly and firmly with my tongue. “I’m going to cum” she said softly, and then closed her thighs around my head, tilted her pelvis, and shook uncontrollably under me. I continued to lick until she became to sensitive and pulled away.

I stood and removed my pants and underwear, my thick cock full but hanging semi-erect between my legs (I usually need about .7 seconds of direct attention to get to fully erect).

Now, let me be fully honest about my wondered process so you figure out why the things that happened later happened. If I’m being perfectly honest, I’m used to getting to this stage with a woman and having her give some kind of delightful little ego boost. Usually it’s something along the lines of “I want that cock inside me”, but whatever it is, it’s a massive ego boost. I was waiting for that.

I didn’t really get anything. Now, it was a couple of seconds after she came, she likely wasn’t thinking yet, and I was projecting what I was hoping she would do onto her, so it’s not like this was ego destroying either.

The second thing I need to remind you is I was having a lot of sex at this time in my life. I can not remember for certain, but it’s very likely I’d been with another woman the night before or maybe even that morning.

And the last thing you need to remember is that I’d do things just to have a fun story to tell later.
So in this moment, I’m now naked, she coming down from her orgasm, and I decide I’m gonna tease her until she asks to be fucked.

So I crawl back between her legs, my cock against her pussy, and we begin to make out again. I begin to grind on her, and she is actively kissing me back and her body is reacting to mine, but she isn’t saying the words I want to hear… so I decide I’m gonna go down on her again. I start to kiss down her stomach, half-expecting “I want you inside me”. But she doesn’t say anything. She opens her legs for me and I start to lick her pussy again, sliding two fingers into her wet pussy and she begins to react the same way as last time. Her body is into it, but she’s quiet. I’m determined to get her to say she wants to be fucked, and I certainly don’t mind spending extra time going down on her in the meantime.

Within 10mins she is cumming again, and I crawl up to kiss her, which is met with enthusiasm again. My cock is against her pussy but I’m determined. I’m gonna keep going down on her until she begs for my dick. So after a couple minutes of kissing I begin to kiss down her stomach again, and this time she takes her knees and spreads them wide for me. Pretty clear sign she’s into it, but I’ll be honest I’m flipping back and forth between confused and loving the story.

I believe it is while going down on her for the 3rd time in about 45min that I change my game plan, and I swear to you this was a conscious decision I made while licking her pussy. I realized that there might be a chance I’m not gonna fuck this woman, that she won’t beg for my cock like my blood-depleted brain hoped she might. And so I actually decided I was gonna pay HER back for all the men that had fucked her and never made her cum. I was gonna keep going down on her for as long as she would let me before tapping out, or she asked to be fucked. And if she didn’t ask to be fucked, then no issue.

And so we made out, she came down from her orgasm, and when she seemed ready I assumed my position between her legs and began to lick again. I was determined to be the story she told when she was having drinks with her friends and they started telling sex stories. I made it my mission to be “the hot guy from a bar that went down on her over and over until she had to tap out.”

We continued this pattern until she hit orgasm number 10 (by my count, I’m not promising that’s accurate). By this time it was 5am in the morning, and my estimation was we’d either been making out or I was licking her pussy since 2:30am. Finally, she came and laughed and said “I can’t take it anymore, I need to sleep!” I smiled and felt amazing. I had to work in 3 hours so I gave her a kiss, got dressed and went back to my hotel.

About a year later she texted me out of the blue to say she was going back to Orlando for the same conference and would I be in town? I was not gonna be, but we briefly reminisced about that night.

“That was a fun night” she said, “But I was SOOOO drunk.”

“How much do you remember?” I asked.

“I just remember cumming over and over. Thank you.”

I told her it was my pleasure and explained my wondered process for the night.

She laughed. “I was so drunk I was just going with the flow, and you kept going down on me, and I love that so I wasn’t about to stop you. My friends are so jealous.”

That was all I needed to hear. Mission accomplished. I had my story and she had hers.

NSFW: yes

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