Straight Female / 33
Last Friday night, my husband took the kids to his parents cabin for the weekend, but because I was on call Saturday night, I elected to stay behind. A few of my girlfriends wanted to go down to a local small bar for a few drinks before heading home from work and they dragged me along. I'm not much of a drinker, but once in the bar, I felt comfortable enough to have a few Bay Breezes.
It was probably around 7 pm when 4 bikers pulled up to the bar and soon as they walked in , I told my friends we needed to go. The last thing I wanted was to be in a biker bar without my husband for protection. The girls said we would just finish our drinks and leave, so I went over to the juke box to play the last few selections I had coming. As I was standing there, I could feel a presence behind me. When I turned around to see who it was, I was looking into the chest of this tall biker. I'm 5' 5" tall, and he had to be a foot taller than me, maybe 250 pounds and very built. I looked back at the juke box, feeling very intimidated when in a surprisingly calm, soft voice he said " Hi, the name is Tim and I like the songs you've picked" I was shocked by how gentle he came off. No stupid biker name, no attitude and never encroached on my personal space.
He asked if he could help with the next song, that he wanted me to listen to something I might like. I looked towards the bar, and all my friends were just drinking and joking the the rest of his crew, so I said sure. He moved a little closer to me and the jukebox and when he did he leaned over and lifted his dark glasses to see the selections better. I was surprised when he picked an old Etta James song, a standard. He just towered over me as he looked for more songs to play, So I tried to excuse myself and said I was going to get another drink. He motioned to the bartender, and asked me to please bring him another when I came back.
That put a small dent in my escape plan. I went to the bar, and there was my drink and his beer waiting, so I picked them up and started walking over to Tim. He asked me to stop where I was, about 10 feet away and said " I don't want to embarrass you, but have the most spectacular eyes." I had been quite a while since I received a compliment like that. After 2 kids and 8 years of marriage the only compliments I get are if dinner is good! I continued walking over, and thanked Tim. He asked " For the drink or the compliment?" and I told him for both. Tim reached down, gently put his hand on my waist and pulled me in front of him, but facing the juke box. He leaned over to me and almost whispered for me to pick the next song, that's when I realized his hand was still on my waist.
I tried to concentrate on picking a song, but he was kind of swaying to the music and I could feel his fingers move around towards my stomach more as the slow song came on. He turned me around and pulled me close to slow dance, I asked him to stop, and when I looked in his eyes, he had this lost puppy look that just melted me so I put my drink down and walked back over to Tim. He pulled my head into his chest and wrapped his arms around me like I was a child and just hugged me as we swayed back and forth. When the song stopped, he leaned down and kissed my forehead and said Thank You.
As I went to pick up my drink, he spun me around and pinned me against the wall behind the juke box and leaned in and kissed me. Hard, passionate kiss, not like the peck on the cheek I get home nowadays. I guess I was kissing him back for a minute when I remembered I was married. I looked at the bar and my girlfriends were all busy with the other bikers; they were not going to be any help. Tim just put his hand on my chin, raised it up a little and kissed me again. I haven't felt that needed in years, but I'm married. It felt good to be desired. I told Tim I was married, and I can't do this. That's when he grabbed my hand and pulled it down to his groin and put it on his hard-on. I almost screamed but he just kissed me as he pulled his penis out and I automatically wrapped my hand around it. He's pretty well hung, better than my husband and proportionate for someone his size. I was just rubbing it when I realized what I was doing and just froze and stopped!
Tim looked at me, took half a step back and asked what was wrong? I looked down at his package and just said " I can't". Tim looked me in the eyes and just said " do you see what you've done to me ? What are we going to do about this problem?" I looked around the bar and thought " screw it" and dragged him into the bathroom. I told him to be quiet, and got on my knees in front of him. I felt so dirty, so wrong but so damn horny as I took him into my mouth.
Tim leaned back against the sink to make it easier on my neck and rested his hands on my shoulders. I hate when my husband used to push my head down, and Tim was being a gentleman about getting his cock sucked. I just let my mind go back to the days when I was single and this was normal. I would tongue the head, then go down deeper for a while and tease Tim over and over. After a few minutes, I could feel Tim was getting ready to shoot, so I said " not in my mouth" and I pulled my top off and stroke him onto my breasts. When the first blasts of cum hit me, they felt like gunshots. Hot. Hard. And so much cum. Tim didn't moan or whimper, he just unloaded quietly. I kissed the tip of his penis, getting a taste of his cum and stood up and kissed Tim. He didn't back away, he slipped his tongue into my mouth and kissed me harder. Then he stopped and wet a paper towel with some warm water and started cleaning my tits.
OMG, I never had anyone do that. He was still gentle and was so thoughtful and he dried me off and helped me put my top back on. His hands were still rubbing my back as he kissed me and asked me for my phone. I gave it to him and he put his number in and put his name as " Security" That's when he told me " any time you need security for anything, you call. I will be there for you" then he walked out the door , out to his bike, and left. It wasn't until the rumble of the bike faded that I realized I never even told him my name!
It was probably around 7 pm when 4 bikers pulled up to the bar and soon as they walked in , I told my friends we needed to go. The last thing I wanted was to be in a biker bar without my husband for protection. The girls said we would just finish our drinks and leave, so I went over to the juke box to play the last few selections I had coming. As I was standing there, I could feel a presence behind me. When I turned around to see who it was, I was looking into the chest of this tall biker. I'm 5' 5" tall, and he had to be a foot taller than me, maybe 250 pounds and very built. I looked back at the juke box, feeling very intimidated when in a surprisingly calm, soft voice he said " Hi, the name is Tim and I like the songs you've picked" I was shocked by how gentle he came off. No stupid biker name, no attitude and never encroached on my personal space.
He asked if he could help with the next song, that he wanted me to listen to something I might like. I looked towards the bar, and all my friends were just drinking and joking the the rest of his crew, so I said sure. He moved a little closer to me and the jukebox and when he did he leaned over and lifted his dark glasses to see the selections better. I was surprised when he picked an old Etta James song, a standard. He just towered over me as he looked for more songs to play, So I tried to excuse myself and said I was going to get another drink. He motioned to the bartender, and asked me to please bring him another when I came back.
That put a small dent in my escape plan. I went to the bar, and there was my drink and his beer waiting, so I picked them up and started walking over to Tim. He asked me to stop where I was, about 10 feet away and said " I don't want to embarrass you, but have the most spectacular eyes." I had been quite a while since I received a compliment like that. After 2 kids and 8 years of marriage the only compliments I get are if dinner is good! I continued walking over, and thanked Tim. He asked " For the drink or the compliment?" and I told him for both. Tim reached down, gently put his hand on my waist and pulled me in front of him, but facing the juke box. He leaned over to me and almost whispered for me to pick the next song, that's when I realized his hand was still on my waist.
I tried to concentrate on picking a song, but he was kind of swaying to the music and I could feel his fingers move around towards my stomach more as the slow song came on. He turned me around and pulled me close to slow dance, I asked him to stop, and when I looked in his eyes, he had this lost puppy look that just melted me so I put my drink down and walked back over to Tim. He pulled my head into his chest and wrapped his arms around me like I was a child and just hugged me as we swayed back and forth. When the song stopped, he leaned down and kissed my forehead and said Thank You.
As I went to pick up my drink, he spun me around and pinned me against the wall behind the juke box and leaned in and kissed me. Hard, passionate kiss, not like the peck on the cheek I get home nowadays. I guess I was kissing him back for a minute when I remembered I was married. I looked at the bar and my girlfriends were all busy with the other bikers; they were not going to be any help. Tim just put his hand on my chin, raised it up a little and kissed me again. I haven't felt that needed in years, but I'm married. It felt good to be desired. I told Tim I was married, and I can't do this. That's when he grabbed my hand and pulled it down to his groin and put it on his hard-on. I almost screamed but he just kissed me as he pulled his penis out and I automatically wrapped my hand around it. He's pretty well hung, better than my husband and proportionate for someone his size. I was just rubbing it when I realized what I was doing and just froze and stopped!
Tim looked at me, took half a step back and asked what was wrong? I looked down at his package and just said " I can't". Tim looked me in the eyes and just said " do you see what you've done to me ? What are we going to do about this problem?" I looked around the bar and thought " screw it" and dragged him into the bathroom. I told him to be quiet, and got on my knees in front of him. I felt so dirty, so wrong but so damn horny as I took him into my mouth.
Tim leaned back against the sink to make it easier on my neck and rested his hands on my shoulders. I hate when my husband used to push my head down, and Tim was being a gentleman about getting his cock sucked. I just let my mind go back to the days when I was single and this was normal. I would tongue the head, then go down deeper for a while and tease Tim over and over. After a few minutes, I could feel Tim was getting ready to shoot, so I said " not in my mouth" and I pulled my top off and stroke him onto my breasts. When the first blasts of cum hit me, they felt like gunshots. Hot. Hard. And so much cum. Tim didn't moan or whimper, he just unloaded quietly. I kissed the tip of his penis, getting a taste of his cum and stood up and kissed Tim. He didn't back away, he slipped his tongue into my mouth and kissed me harder. Then he stopped and wet a paper towel with some warm water and started cleaning my tits.
OMG, I never had anyone do that. He was still gentle and was so thoughtful and he dried me off and helped me put my top back on. His hands were still rubbing my back as he kissed me and asked me for my phone. I gave it to him and he put his number in and put his name as " Security" That's when he told me " any time you need security for anything, you call. I will be there for you" then he walked out the door , out to his bike, and left. It wasn't until the rumble of the bike faded that I realized I never even told him my name!
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