A Hotel Bar Was Where I Picked Up My Best Fuck Ever
I have picked up fucks all over the place, but I picked up my best fuck ever in a hotel bar. It was just after my divorce came through and I was footloose and fancy free, so I soon became a regular at a local watering hole, Jacks Bar, and gosh this story makes me cringe when I think about it.
I was dancing with this guy and things were getting hot and heavy, he just about had my top off on the dance floor and I needed to go to the ladies. He followed me in there and before I knew is my top was off and I was down on my knees giving him a blow job.
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He soon pulled my shirt up over my head and we didn’t even bother going into a stall, just right there in the middle of the foyer of the loo he stood me up, pulled my pants down and started fucking me from the back. I came in moments, I was so turned on.
God, did he ever fuck me hard, I couldn’t believe the size and power of that boy, this was altogether the best fuck I had ever had. It is hard to imagine that no-one cam into the loo while we were fucking there, but I guess we were just lucky.
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 very much I sort of went oh, what’s his name and she told me, but it didn’t mean very much to me at the time. Anyway about two days after that, I am walking through to the reception near quitting time, and her she is with her fiancé, so she says, "hey, Stephanie, this is my fiancé, the guy I was telling you about".
He had his back to me, but it looked awfully familiar, and he turned around, imaging the look on my face when I realized that just the week before this temps fiancé had his cock in my mouth in the ladies loo.
That feeling of crap coming back to haunt you when you have shit on a doorstep so close to home, made me feel physically sick. "What a tart I am" I thought, I didn’t even catch his name
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