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I’m so relieved to see the good bartender is here tonight. I’ve been going on a lot of first date online meetup situations lately, and I at all times have the guys meet me at my favorite bar. It’s close to home and I’m a regular, so when things inevitably get weird, I’m in a safe space.

The bartender waves to me, a big smile on his face. “Walking the plank again?” He calls across the small room. I laugh at this; it’s painfully accurate.

“Yes, and I’ll need the usual to make it through.” He pulled a beer from the tap and passed it to me. I slid him a five and he made change, which I left for him on the bar before gonna sit at a table and wait for my date.

Twenty minutes go by and my date is nowhere to be seen. No text, no message on the dating app, no clue why I got stood up. I decide to take my almost empty glass back to sit at the bar and order another. The bartender looked concerned for me, but I told him, “It’s probably for the best. You’ve seen the guys that I’ve been meeting.”

He chuckled and responded, “I don’t know how a girl as cute as you has such bad luck.” I was surprised by this because he’d never shown any sign that he found me attractive.

“Are you flirting with me?” I asked coyly, batting my eyelashes at him. “I don’t even know your name.”

“It’s Justin, and yes, I’m flirting with you. Unless you’re not into it, in which case I would never flirt with a customer, how dare you make an accusation like that.” He raised his eyebrows and looked into my eyes, shrugging innocently. I laughed at him, and nodded.

“I’m into it.” I tell him, holding his gaze. “What are you doing when you get off?”

“I guess I’m going home with you, little lady.”

I stayed in my seat at the bar until closing, Justin passed me ice water, diet soda and pretzels while we chatted, keeping the banter light and flirty. When it was time I helped bus and wipe down the tables to get him out the door and into my bed as quickly as efficient. We got in his car and I directed him to my place. On the way he mentioned needing a shower, which sounded like a perfect way to kick off our date.

When we got inside he didn’t waste any time, grabbing me by the waist and pulling me against him for a kiss. He slid one hand down around my ass cheek, squeezing gently, while hesitantly touching his tongue to mine. I was already aching to come from an entire evening of sexual tension. I pulled away from him and walked toward the bathroom, taking off my top as I went.

He followed, stripping off his own clothes and tossing them in a neat pile on the floor. Once my clothes were off, he pressed me against the wall and cupped my breasts, squeezing them. He pinched my nipples, rolling them between his thumb and index finger, drawing a loud whimper from me. He leaned down to suck one nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue, and I writhed against him. After a few moments of enjoying myself, I pushed him away and pointed to the shower.

“In. Now. Dirty boy.” We both laughed at my tone and I turned the water on. The light stink of a day’s worth of hard work coming from him was actually a turn on, but I like to suck a clean cock. I lathered his back up with sweet smelling body wash and he took care of the rest, soaping and rinsing. We switched places so I was under the water, and I washed my undercarriage while he watched and soaped my breasts, pulling moans out of me as he played with my nipples.

I reached for his growing erection and he caught my hand. “Not yet. You first. Let’s go to bed.” This command caused my clit to throb. We got out of the shower and I got a spare towel out of the bathroom closet for him. After we dried off and hung our towels, I led him to my bedroom. He told me to sit on the edge of the bed so I did, and he kneeled between my parted legs.

I loved that he was commanding and giving instructions. A man taking charge of sex gets me so hot and wet. Looking into my eyes, he leaned forward to kiss me hungrily. I wove my hands in his damp hair and kissed back, wrapping my legs around his torso as we touched our tongues together. He stopped kissing me to tell me, “Lay back, relax, I want to make you come.”

Who would say no to that? I laid down, my legs still wrapped around him, and he pulled me forcefully to the very edge of the bed. I let him go so he could lower his head to taste me. He gently spread my labia and licked tentatively, teasingly, slowly increasing the pressure of his tongue on my clit as he found his rhythm.

I squeezed my nipples, crying out softly as he tongued me. After a few moments of enjoying the slick wetness on my vulva, I spoke up, breathlessly: “Put a finger inside me, like this…” He looked up to see me making a ‘come here’ motion with my index finger and replied, “Yes, ma’am.” before going back to work.

Gently, he slid a finger into me and crooked it like I asked. I bucked my hips against his face involuntarily and he leaned into me, increasing the speed and pressure of his flicking tongue. “Don’t stop,” I said, feeling the orgasm I’d been dying to have building. He worked even harder at that instruction, fingering harder, licking faster, and I came hard, shouting and riding his face.

He kept going until my cries died down, and then he stood up to join me on the bed. I scooted myself up and when he laid down, my head was at his waist. He was half hard, and I took him in my mouth, wrapping my fingers around the base of his shaft. I worked him up and down, sucking, swirling my tongue around the head of his slowly growing cock. As he grew fully erect, I took him into my throat as deep as I could, eliciting a moan from him.

While I enthusiastically sucked him off, he gathered my hair gently into one of his hands and wound it around his fist, creating a light pressure on my scalp. He didn’t force my head but held my hair tightly, at one point pulling me off him to look at me, his gaze heavy with desire. “You’re so fucking pretty sucking my cock.”

I felt his words in my clit like a sharp sting and I dropped my head back down, groaning around his length. He was starting to tense up, tightening his grip on my hair, hips thrusting involuntarily. It was just a moment before he warned me, his voice thick with lust, “I’m gonna come.”

With my free hand I moved to gently stroke his balls and he cried out as he was pushed over the edge. I wanted him to come in my mouth, so I sucked harder and deeper, not giving him any quarter when he started to ejaculate. I savored the pulses of his cock against my tongue as he spurted hot semen down my throat.

I kept him in my mouth until he let my hair go and begged me hoarsely, “Stop sucking please, you’re killing me.” With a laugh, I let him go, looking into his eyes and licking my lips theatrically. He laughed with me, and I crawled up next to him to lay my head on his shoulder. His breathing was heavy and I laid a hand on his chest to watch the rise and fall.

“Give me a few minutes and some water, and I’ll be ready for round two?” He was asking as much as telling, and I laughed again, thrilled at the wondered of feeling him inside me.

“Let me get that water for you.”

NSFW: yes

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