Bootycall Diary E01: The Bartender

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Dear Diary,

Yesterday was the best birthday of my life, even though I celebrated it with only one guy. I never imagined my 22nd birthday to be anything like this, but it sure was better than the crap my parents used to put me through. I’ve never felt so free in my life and I definitely don’t regret moving away this far to start my masters.

I bumped into this guy at the library. Classes had just ended on my first day of grad school and I needed to pick up a book. I was not the only one. There were 6 people in line in front of me and this guy got in line behind me, holding a John Grisham thriller. I briefly checked him out, he looked cute, but definitely a bit older. Short brown hair, a patchy beard, pretty broad shoulders, not bad at all. When I looked into his eyes, I noticed he was checking me out, too. Fair enough.

The line didn’t seem to be moving much at all, so when I glanced over my shoulder to take a second look, he looked me straight in the eyes. Mesmerizing grayish brown eyes. When I turned around and flicked my long dark brown hair over my shoulder, he already had his hand out. I shook it and he introduced himself as Jack. After telling him my name, I told him he could call me Amy, but he insisted on calling me Amelia, because ‘it’s a pretty name’. Oh, how smooth.

As the line shuffled forward, I learnt he was in fact older, 26 to be exact. He had been studying at this school for a year now, doing some masters degree I don’t remember the name of. Sorry alright, this guy was cute. I wasn’t listening much to what he was saying, I was enjoying his toned body.

It soon was my turn at the counter and the book I had was checked into my school account. I waited up for Jack and walked out with him. This gentleman even held the door for me, how sweet. Once outside, he straight up invited me to come visit him at this local pub tonight. He was clearly in a hurry for something, acting a bit jumpy. I told him I’d think about it and off he went after telling me it was a pleasure to meet me. The forwardness of this guy reminded me why I became bisexual years ago. Some guys are just so bold.

I never even told the guy it was my birthday, it seemed too personal for the brief chat we had. I was planning on getting myself a bottle of wine and celebrating alone, like a lonely friendless introvert. It’s not like I had made any friends in the week I’d been in this new town, I just about said ‘hi’ to my neighbors and none of them seemed very interesting to talk to.

I walked home and made myself some dinner. I didn’t end up buying the bottle of wine and I hadn’t decided yet whether I was going tonight or not. I sat on my bed and opened my laptop, browsing though Netflix while eating my dinner straight from the pan. Everything my parents never let me do. I chuckled at the thought and watched an episode of Queer Eye while eating. Another one after putting my bowl away. And another. And another episode.

By the time it was 9:30 I decided to stop the pity party. Jack must’ve thought by now that I was a no-show. Who the hell goes out to a pub on a weekday anyway. I tied my hair back and touched up my make-up. I went through my unopened boxes and found my hairband. The silver glittery one I always wear on my birthdays. I figured my jeans would be fine, but I changed my shirt to a black semi-see-through one with a lower V neck. Might as well show my 34C’s off a bit, it’s not like they’ve had much attention lately.

I eventually got to the pub at a quarter past 10 or so. It was more of a burger bar type of place and it seemed quiet, 15 people at best, most of them at least twice my age. The music was pretty loud and I looked around, but didn’t see Jack. I figured he had left, but then noticed him waving at me from behind the bar. He’s the friggin’ bartender. Had I read this all wrong, was he not hitting on me earlier? I walked up to him to find out. Through the loud music I learnt his shift would end at 11 and he offered me a drink on the house.

He complimented me on my sparkly hairband. I explained to him that I only wear it on my birthday and he caught on quick. Then he dropped a question on me that I should’ve seen coming, asking me where my friends were. Dammit. This guy.

I stumbled to find the right ataşehir escort words, but then fessed up to him I didn’t have any and that I was very new to the town. His attention was then pulled away by another customer wanting service and I sat down by the window with my drink at an empty table. Taking occasional sips of my gin tonic, I watched cars and people go by outside until a man appeared at my table.

A guy in his early 50s sat down after asking me if it was okay and I recognized him as one of my teachers. He was pretty nice and not trying anything weird, so we chatted for a while about his field until Jack showed up, seemingly having finished his shift a little early. Kudos to my teacher for keeping it all business and not being a creep. Faith in humanity restored.

Jack asked my hand and I got up and followed him to the exit. Once outside we could actually have a normal conversation. He apologized for asking me to come over to the other side of town on my birthday and I told him it was fine. I’m honestly not sure if I was fine with it, but I said it anyway. He then proceeded to invite me over to his place, using the colder outside temperature as a lame excuse.

To avoid getting off on the wrong foot, I told him I was not looking for a relationship right now. He seemed to be completely fine with that, as he broke up a month ago and wasn’t ready for anything yet. He insisted we go to his place and I let him take me there. It was only a few blocks over.

We walked up to the third floor and entered his apartment. He told me to make myself at home while he changed. It was a nice place, it had clearly been decorated and accessorized by a woman, I presume his ex. Then I noticed several pictures of him and a girl throughout the apartment. He was clearly not over her yet.

I got myself a glass of water from the kitchen and nearly dropped it when I turned around and Jack stood there shirtless. Trained body, six-pack, bit of a tan, fuck. He said something to apologize, but I have no idea what it was. Hooooly shit, this guy is hot as fuck. When he started to walk away I said no. I probably yelled, but I don’t remember it clearly.

He came back to me and questioned me about the ‘no’. I was lost for words however, crazed by this sexy man. Thinking back about it, I can’t believe I said it, but I actually asked him there and then if I could have him for my birthday. And to my amazement he actually said yes.

He picked me up with his strong arms and I threw my legs around his waist, holding onto his shoulder with one hand, exploring his hard pecs with the other. He effortlessly held me up with one arm around me, his hand on my butt. He put his other hand on the back of my neck and upper shoulders, pulling my head gently forward until our lips made contact.

We kissed furiously, playing with each others’ tongue as we shuffled through the kitchen, ending up with my back against the fridge. His tight body pressed against mine, my chest heaving as I caught breaths in between kisses. He placed both hands on my tight jeans-clad ass and I could feel something growing in his pants. It turned me on so much that I let out a soft moan while we french kissed some more.

I threw my arms around him and he started walking to the sofa, still carrying me. I sniffed his cologne while my nose nudged his neck and I nibbled his earlobe, giving it a gentle bite. His scent was intoxicating and it got me all fuzzy and wet.

He gently placed me on the sofa and reached for the buttons on my jeans. We didn’t say a word to each other, but our eyes did all the talking. I lifted my ass up so he could pull my jeans off and I pulled him back onto me so I could get more of those sweet kisses. I couldn’t help but notice again that he smelled so damn good.

My hands worked on getting his buckle undone and his pants off, but with him basically on top of me, I couldn’t get the pants past his knees. He stepped off the couch, still kissing me, and kicked off his pants. He then put his knees beside me and got back on the couch, hanging over me.

I felt his hard rod poking my upper leg as he went down on me, pressing his hard body against mine, devouring me with kisses all over my face and neck. My panties were getting very wet by now and his face slowly moved down. The kadıköy escort bayan smell of sex lead him straight to the source of my sweet juices. I moaned when he nudged his nose into my wet crotch.

When he nudged my pussy through my underwear again, I moved my hips up, pushing harder into his face. I was on fire. He used my lifted hips as an opportunity to grab the sides of my panties and swiftly but gently tugged them off. I parted my legs slightly and granted him full access to my wet folds. I was his now.

His tongue was so rough, but damn was it amazing. He explored the sides first, occasionally dipping his tongue in, lapping up some of my sweet nectar. Every move he made increased the intensity and volume of my moaning. I will admit, I had never been eaten out properly by anyone, but this guy took his time. It made me feel so special and loved. And fucking horny as hell.

After going around licking the soft tissue, he went for the clit. Super gentle at first, increasing suction slowly, the coarse texture of his tongue being dragged over the sensitive nub over and over and over again, faster and faster. My mind went a little fuzzy and my breathing turned into gasps. My hands were in his hair, holding his head close to my cunt. I was not going to last long like this. My moans turned into expletives, only driving him to increase the intensity of his actions.

When I got closer and closer to orgasm, I went quiet and went back to moaning, but at a much higher pitch. Higher and higher until I could feel the rush coming. A few more touches of the tongue was enough to send me over the edge and I cried out unintelligible words as the orgasm hit me. My body shuddered for seconds before finally being able to calm down slowly and catching my breath. Fucking mind-blowing.

I watched his hard dick tenting his underwear as he walked to the kitchen to get me a glass of water. When he stood in front of me, holding the glass with one hand, I reached for his cock with the other and gently squeezed it. He smiled at me and I smiled back, biting my lip. I drank the glass of water and gave myself a minute to calm down, but his big boy was still up and awake. That snake was not going down.

He took my arm and pulled me up from the sofa, then gently picked the hairband off of my head, setting it aside. He lifted my shirt up and over my head and reached behind me to take off my bra. His dick pushed against my stomach again and while he removed my last item of clothing, I slipped his underwear over his hard cock and let it fall down. Now both naked, he took my hand and lead me to the bedroom, picking me up and gently placing me on a soft blanket on the bed. I loved how he just picked me up so effortlessly.

I watched him as he went around and set up candles around the room, lighting them up one by one. His rock solid shaft bouncing around as he walked. So hot. He fumbled around in one of the dresser drawers, producing a box of condoms, taking one out and throwing the package back. He walked over to the bed and crawled on top of me slowly. He gently moved my hair out of my face and complimented my face shape, softly brushing one of my cheeks. That made me blush so bad.

Catching him by surprise, I moved my right hand down until it met his rigid member. It wasn’t the longest cock I had ever seen, maybe 7 inches or so, but it was nice and girthy. I wrapped my thumb, index and middle finger around it and couldn’t get my fingertips to touch. Now, I’ll admit I don’t have the biggest hands, but still. I was impressed.

He leaned down while I did the best I could rubbing his shaft, kissing me gently, but it was obvious he was horny and hungry. I whispered in his ear that I wanted to suck it and within seconds he was hanging over me, his throbbing cockhead hovering in front of my face. I parted my lips and stuck my tongue out, tasting his precum. It had been a while since I had sucked cock, so it was a bit saltier than expected, but not in an unpleasant way.

I took his head into my mouth and suckled on it while my tongue played with the underside. He gently rocked forward, but there was no way in hell that thing was going to fit in any further. He got the hint when I let out a muffled hum through his dick and even though he was quite verbal about how much he escort maltepe enjoyed it, he pulled out. He proceeded to grab the condom and wrapped it from the tip down, while I cupped and gently squeezed his balls.

He stepped off the bed and picked me up, setting me down on the edge of the bed, my feet dangling off the edge. He gently squeezed my nipples as he gave me a lustful french kiss. Jack really knew how to play my body, twisting my nipples was making me so damn wet again, his kisses making my head all bubbly. Letting go of my breasts, he took a step back, grabbed both my ankles and lifted them up high, causing me to fall back on the bed.

He used two of his fingers to spread my wet lips apart, poking inside to confirm I was indeed soaking wet. He used his wet fingers with my juice to lube up the tip of the condom and pushed his dick gently against my pussy. Ever so gently he pushed in, little by little, then moving back out to get me used to his size. My moaning definitely coaxed him to go ahead. Sure his rod was on the thick side, but I was so wet and horny. It didn’t hurt for a second, but I was definitely full.

He was holding my legs straight up, his thumbs massaging the soles of my feet as he kept sliding in further. When everything was well lubricated and he had his cock buried in me all the way, he slowly picked up pace. Gentle strokes. I could feel his thickness inside me, my cunt stretched to fit his girth. Every motion rubbed some part of my insides and it was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. None of my sex toys are this thick.

After a few minutes of gentle strokes he got a good rhythm going. He would pull out about 4 inches and then bury himself back in, filling me up. Every time he would pull back, he rubbed against a very sensitive spot, shooting sparks to my brain. I could feel the head of his cock was getting a little bit bigger as time went on, but I was not going to last that long. I flung my arms up above my head and moaned louder and louder as he increased the intensity of his pounding.

He was looking me in the eyes, hugging my legs, one on each side of his head as he pushed his rod in again and again. It was too much. I closed my eyes, tilted my head back and came so damn hard I screamed. Trust me, the neighbors heard.

I was so sensitive down there as the orgasm rushed through me, but he hadn’t come yet. He felt even bigger now, but perhaps it was my muscles contracting that gave me that sensation. My squeezing did make him moan harder though and he seemed to enjoy it. Either that or he just loved watching me orgasm.

As painfully sensitive as my clit and cunt were, I cupped my own breasts and rubbed the nipples between my thumbs and index fingers. I could feel he was getting close and his breathing also indicated the same. His strokes were getting short and fast and I was getting close again myself.

He grunted loudly as I felt three strong pulses fill me up, before climaxing again myself. My body bucked against his as I came and I felt another three or four softer pulses from his dick. Wow. My head was spinning and as he pulled out slowly, I suddenly felt very empty. He slowly let my legs down and I curled up in a ball, snuggling the blanket, still humming in pleasure from what just happened.

He walked around the bed and flipped the blanket up, then came back to where I was. His arms under me, he effortlessly scooped me up, walked me to the other side and tucked me in under the blanket, giving me a gentle kiss on my lips. His forehead and chest were soaking wet from our ‘workout’ and he said he was going to take a shower.

I was still dreaming and not in a position to function normally. Never had a man made me orgasm twice in a row with this little time in between. I was exhausted. The last thing I remember is hearing the shower turn on. I must’ve dozed off.

When I woke up the next morning from the alarm on my phone, he was already gone. I walked out of the bedroom to my purse and phone and turned the annoyingly repetitive sounds off. Luckily my 9:30 Wednesday-morning alarm sets itself, first class starts at 11. Walking back the bedroom, I noticed my clothes on a chair, neatly folded, underwear on top, with a note slipped in between, saying only one word – ‘thanks’.

I may just have to see this guy again some time.

– Amelia

Thanks for reading this short entry. I intend to make this a series of short stories in their respective categories. Feel free to like, rate and comment, also with suggestions for other one night stands if you have any.

-TD

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