Saturday night I met up with one of my best friends for some beers. He's an old natural, and the closest I've got to a mentor, even though he has been forced to step down since his girlfriend gave birth to twins a year ago. Poor sod had to be home by ten, so pretty soon I was alone, and went back to the bar we had started at.
The bar is less than five minutes from my apartment, and is quite known for its young and horny female patrons. This was the fourth time in ten days I hit the place and the bartender greets me with a sly smile; he knows why I'm there and has seen me at work. I hang out at the inner bar where the beer is cheaper and the girls sprightlier. A cute girl opens me with a direct compliment about my leather fringe jacket, and we have a fun conversation. She's standing with a male friend so I just roll and talk. Some time later they leave, but the girl returns alone a minute afterwards because she "forgot" to take a last glass of water, and number closes me.
I continue relaxing at the bar, drifting away in thought since I'm tipsy and there are no sets in sight. Suddenly I'm awakened by a short Mexican girl who asks me if I want a drink. I agree even though I don't need more beer - always accept value offerings; nothing beats seeing how happy girls are when they get to do something nice for a man they like. We talk and I mostly just bullshit and tease her, grabbing her hair and shoving it in in front of her eyes and avoiding questions. Eventually her girlfriend leaves ("Have fun, guys"), and quite soon afterwards the bartender tells us it's closing time. We go to the outer bar and talk for awhile. I see the escalation window, but an inner battle is raging in me. The girl is not very attractive (though she has a cute face and big boobs), but I've just rehearsed Chase's article about getting sex, and I haven't gotten laid since June. I've lately identified my pickiness as a sticking point, so I finally tell myself to swallow my pride and flatten the learning curve by pulling her. We get out of the bar, and fool around for a bit with blowing soap bubbles with a toy she had. Finally I tell her to come with me for a final drink and she comes along. We walk the three minutes to my place and enter.
À la Chase, I have my bed as the only natural place for her to sit. I give her water, and we sit and talk for awhile with her legs in my lap. When she's comfortable I kiss her and place her hand on my cock. I order her to take off her sweater, pull down her bra and lick her areolas, while I pull out my dick for her to wank. I pull off her pants and finger her until she gasps that she's "so wet". I pull her face to my cock and make her suck me off, and also give me my first boob job ever. She asks if I have a condom and I pull one out, but I just can't get it on very well. I'm now hard enough to enter her in adapted missionary. After awhile I switch to doggy. The condom falls off during the switch, but she doesn't see it, so I go bareback. Hate condoms. I dominate her by covering her fully with my body, choking her with my biceps and shoving my fingers in her mouth, all the while I dirty-talk her ("This is why you bought me a drink, huh?"). She moans a lot and after awhile signals me to turn back to adapted missionary. Since I'm not very turned on by her body, I last quite a long time by my standards; I must have thrusted at least fifteen minutes total. She almost can't take it and gasps that we should take a break, which I completely ignore and start to thrust harder. Finally I get tired and choose to release the troops coitus interruptus, all over her pelvis and a top she never took off. She doesn't mention at all the fact that I obviously had gone bareback, which once again proves how much women love being fucked raw. After getting my release I go make some popcorn while she dresses and then takes off.
I made the right choice about lowering my standards. God, was that pull easy. Cheers for my first true ONS! My motivation for going out has been really amplified, and I got some crucial sex technique practice which I desperately need, given that this was only my fourth lay since I lost my virginity in January.
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The bar is less than five minutes from my apartment, and is quite known for its young and horny female patrons. This was the fourth time in ten days I hit the place and the bartender greets me with a sly smile; he knows why I'm there and has seen me at work. I hang out at the inner bar where the beer is cheaper and the girls sprightlier. A cute girl opens me with a direct compliment about my leather fringe jacket, and we have a fun conversation. She's standing with a male friend so I just roll and talk. Some time later they leave, but the girl returns alone a minute afterwards because she "forgot" to take a last glass of water, and number closes me.
I continue relaxing at the bar, drifting away in thought since I'm tipsy and there are no sets in sight. Suddenly I'm awakened by a short Mexican girl who asks me if I want a drink. I agree even though I don't need more beer - always accept value offerings; nothing beats seeing how happy girls are when they get to do something nice for a man they like. We talk and I mostly just bullshit and tease her, grabbing her hair and shoving it in in front of her eyes and avoiding questions. Eventually her girlfriend leaves ("Have fun, guys"), and quite soon afterwards the bartender tells us it's closing time. We go to the outer bar and talk for awhile. I see the escalation window, but an inner battle is raging in me. The girl is not very attractive (though she has a cute face and big boobs), but I've just rehearsed Chase's article about getting sex, and I haven't gotten laid since June. I've lately identified my pickiness as a sticking point, so I finally tell myself to swallow my pride and flatten the learning curve by pulling her. We get out of the bar, and fool around for a bit with blowing soap bubbles with a toy she had. Finally I tell her to come with me for a final drink and she comes along. We walk the three minutes to my place and enter.
À la Chase, I have my bed as the only natural place for her to sit. I give her water, and we sit and talk for awhile with her legs in my lap. When she's comfortable I kiss her and place her hand on my cock. I order her to take off her sweater, pull down her bra and lick her areolas, while I pull out my dick for her to wank. I pull off her pants and finger her until she gasps that she's "so wet". I pull her face to my cock and make her suck me off, and also give me my first boob job ever. She asks if I have a condom and I pull one out, but I just can't get it on very well. I'm now hard enough to enter her in adapted missionary. After awhile I switch to doggy. The condom falls off during the switch, but she doesn't see it, so I go bareback. Hate condoms. I dominate her by covering her fully with my body, choking her with my biceps and shoving my fingers in her mouth, all the while I dirty-talk her ("This is why you bought me a drink, huh?"). She moans a lot and after awhile signals me to turn back to adapted missionary. Since I'm not very turned on by her body, I last quite a long time by my standards; I must have thrusted at least fifteen minutes total. She almost can't take it and gasps that we should take a break, which I completely ignore and start to thrust harder. Finally I get tired and choose to release the troops coitus interruptus, all over her pelvis and a top she never took off. She doesn't mention at all the fact that I obviously had gone bareback, which once again proves how much women love being fucked raw. After getting my release I go make some popcorn while she dresses and then takes off.
I made the right choice about lowering my standards. God, was that pull easy. Cheers for my first true ONS! My motivation for going out has been really amplified, and I got some crucial sex technique practice which I desperately need, given that this was only my fourth lay since I lost my virginity in January.
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