I Don't Know Why This Has Come To Mind, But It's True

I worked nights at this bar, near downtown in Dallas. I worked the bar. It was around eleven that night, it was raining, and no one was there. A man came in and asked for a beer. I watched him. He watched me. He told me to come over to him and prove to him that I wasn't a man. I didn't really think I looked like a man, but it was late and we were all alone, so I took off my top and swung my tits around.

That wasn't enough for him, I suppose I should have known that. I took my panties out from under my jean skirt and let him see my bush. I told him he could touch. Topless, with my legs open, leaning back on the table he got up and swung it out. A cock. In the dark of the bar, and the rain and all, It looked menacing to me. And he was going to do what I thought he was going to do, and he ran me through and through.

He really took his sweet time. In and out, and then slow go in and out, then fast go in and out, then slow go in and out. I kept my balance and let him do all the work. When he was done, and pulled out I told him to stand and I got on the chair and sucked his dick and told him it was all on the house, including the beer.

That was when I was 29. I never did anything like that again. I met a man and he swept me off my feet, with a lot of money, and I sold the bar and moved to Colorado with him. The most adventurous I got was in the hot tub.