Where it happened: a bar
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
My first time was when I was a senior in highschool. I had the opportunity to go to Paris on an exchange. One night, I was bored of being locked up in my host family’s home, so I snuck out. I went to a bar that would serve anyone, as long as you could see over the top of the counter. After drinking a little too much, I started talking with the bartender. He was very handsome, in his thirties. We were talking about how strange it is in a new city not knowing anyone. Soon we were talking about more passionate things, like my boyfriend back home, and how I was still a virgin. He told me that I should save my virinity for someone special. I dont know whether it was the alcohol talking, or whether I just said it myself, but I told him that I thought he was a pretty special person. He kissed me, and the other clients started to jeer and whistle at us. The bartender then told them to get out, and he put up a “closed” sign.
We got back to kissing, but this time more roughly. He put his hand under my shirt and started to feel his way around. He then pulled me up and onto the bar, where he took off my shirt and bra. He sucked on my nipples as I kissed his neck. He then pulled down my skirt and started to feel me through my panties. I moaned as he slowly took them off and started to flick his tongue around my clit. After nearly coming, I hopped off the bar and undid his pants. He started to feel my breasts again, and i knelt down to feel his package. It was bulging and eager for attention. I started to lick around it and feel up and down his shaft.
He lifted me back up onto the bar and gently started to enter me. I could feel my hymen break, and I gasped. He told me to relax and it wouldn’t hurt anymore. I layed back as he plunged deeper inside of me. After a few seconds the pain subsided and I enjoyed the feeling more. He took his cock out and kissed me really passionately. He then took me off the bar and sat on one of the barstools and lifted me onto him. At first he went slowly, then faster and faster until I felt myself on the edge of an orgasm. He exploded inside me and I came a few seconds later. We collapsed onto the floor. He got blankets from the back and we ended up doing it again and again, until it was morning.
He gave me his number and I snuck back into my host family’s house. No one ever found out about my wild night in that bar. Three years later, I went back to the Paris and into the bar. He was surprised to see me, but quickly took advantage of me again. We ran away and got married, and our eight year anniversary is coming up soon.
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