I Have To Admit I Liked It, But I Don't Remember My First Time

I woke up in a bed with a man. I vaguely remember talking to him at the bar. It was obvious that there had been a lot of action, the bed was totally unmade and I had sore ass. The vague memories I have of that night are having him on my back jamming his cock in me.

I pretended that it didn't happen, tried to dismiss it from my mind. Then one day several years later I am at a bar with some friends talking to a man at the bar and he puts his arm around my shoulder and suggests we get out of there and go somewhere quieter. I ended up at his place, which was a couple of blocks away. He asked me if I was comfortable and I lied and said yes.

After a good amount of groping, and kissing on the bed he got out some lube and lubed me up and I got on my stomach and he asked if that is how I liked it. I said yes, so he got on my back and I felt each and every one of his fucks and withdrawals until he came. I wasn't drunk, or otherwise inebriated. I knew what I was doing and I stayed the night with him. I sucked him in the shower and again at the breakfast table, he had on a shirt and no pants. About noon I stood at the balcony of his room overlooking the complex pool while he got behind me and fucked me again.

I wish I could remember what happened the first time.