The following is a true story about how I met my wife. She is 16 years younger than me and we met at a local hotel. I guess she was initially infatuated with me because I played in a cover band when we met.
Anyway, her friend came up to me and said, “my friend likes you.” To be honest I was initially more attracted to her friend. Her friend pointed her out to me, and she smiled and looked down embarrassed. I walked over and offer to buy her a drink. She smiled and nodded.
During the evening as the band was playing, I noticed a lot of guys go and talk to her and buy her drinks. I mean the girl that liked me is attractive, but her friend was hot as but not many were taking to the hot friend. She would look over at me and smile and wave the guys away.
When we finished playing, I packed up and asked her what her name was. “Sarah” she replied (not her real name). Anyway, Sarah was pretty pissed by the end of the night and asked where I lived. At the time I lived about a 40-minute drive down the hill. She looked disappointed but gave me her mobile number. I packed up the car and thought I would go back to maybe get a tongue kiss.
I looked in the hotel, but she was gone. Damn! I thought. As I went to walk back to the car, I noticed a group in the second carpark through the hotel’s windows. It looked kind of weird as these guys were standing in a tight circle. I assumed they were passing a bong or a joint around, but I couldn’t see much smoke. The door to that carpark was locked so being curious, I took the side exit and walked to the carpark.
There was that chick that liked me earlier being fucked and giving head to about 5 guys. Me being the deviant I am, watched from the shadows for a while. This chick was swallowing everyone that came in her mouth. I couldn’t see if the guys were wearing condoms, but they all acted like they had done this before.
I was hard as fuck and walked back to my car. I sat there for a while then drove home thinking about this whore.
Next day, at about 11am I texted her to see if I would get a response. “Hey Sarah.” I wrote. “Not sure if you remember me from the band? I’m Mike.”
“Hey Mike.” She replied in about 20 minutes after my text message. “Yeah I remember. How come you left?”
“Long drive and pretty tired.” I replied. “What did you do after I left?” I asked curious to see what she would say.
“Nothing much really”. She replied. “Same old thing really. You?”
After some more small talk I asked her if she wanted to catch up to which she said yes. She asked if I could meet her at the same pub on that night. Sarah said she could arrange for me to stay at her friend’s house if I had too much to drink. I had to say yes.
When I got to the pub about 9pm I saw Sarah and was looking sexy in a short dress and pixie boots. She was sat between two guys; one had his hand on her leg. When I waked in, she pushed this guy’s hand away, stood up, walked over to me, kissed me on the lips and took my hand.
After a few drinks and chatting I could tell she was getting a bit horny and kept kissing me. Mainly on the face but a few times on the lips. We stood up and walked into the poker machine room. There was a gap between the last machine and the wall, and we kissed like crazy. I slid my hand up her dress and she had nothing on underneath. I rubber Sarah’s clit and she groaned. When I slipped my fingers in, she was wet and stretched.