You know what they say, a fuck is a fuck And I have never been a shrinking violet, or one not to take advantage of a fuck if it is going, I like sex, so what. I picked up my best fuck ever in a hotel bar, but this actually turned out to be a big mistake for me and I actually ended up feeling really bad about it in the end.
I had become a regular in a hotel bar after my divorce and one night I was there, dancing with a young guy who was really cute. Things were already getting hot on the dance floor, and the next thing I knew we were in the foyer of the ladies loo and I was on my knees with his cock stuck halfway down my throat
Adult contacts can be made anywhere by anyone, in a hotel bar, online, nightclub or church hall, it all about being open to make those contacts.
Pulling my shirt over my head, he reach down and stood me up with my back to him, down came my pants around my knees and up went my skirt and he was fucking me from the back. I was so excited, I came nearly the instant he entered me.
He went at it, pounding away at me, my pants round my ankles and driving his massive hardon into my cunt, for a maximum of two or three minutes before he came too. Afterwards, leaving the bathroom and continuing dancing where we had left off, it was the best fuck I’d had in years.
At that time I had a responsible job for a private hospital company (in the days before I became a freelance writer). Our receptionist was off sick and I needed a temp to fill this front-line post for a few days, so I called the agency and got someone in.
The girl arrived and was fine for the job, and as she was there for a while we got talking. It seemed as if she knew me, but I couldn’t put my finger on it, then one day she asked if I went to Jacks Bar, so I sort of said yes and though nothing of it. Then came the bolt from the blue, she said she was sure her fiancé knew me.
Not thinking about it that much I said yes, so she told me his name, but it didn’t mean that much to me, I was not great at catching and hanging onto names. But I got a feeling that it might have been the toilet fuck guy. Then a day or so later I walked into reception and this guy was waiting for her and it was hi m.
I nearly dropped dead on the spot and trying to keep a calm persona was almost impossible. I felt bad that her guy had cheated on her and all I could picture was him with is tongue down my throat and worse.
I nearly fainted, when I saw him, I can still feel that feeling of shock and horror, the kind you get when you are quite literally caught with your pants down. I didn’t even know the guy’s name, God what a tart I was
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