I had been crushing on Hank, a bartender at my favorite hangout, for more than a year.

Last week, I finally gave in to my growing lust and slipped him my phone number. A few days later, he called, saying he wanted to take me to dinner.

Hank picked me up the following night and we went to a small, dimly lit bistro. We had a great time, with me flirting my ass off, and Hank loving it. By the time we finished eating, the air was thick with sexual tension. I wasn’t surprised when he invited me back to his place.

In the parking lot, he pulled me toward him and kissed me — softly at first, then with mounting passion. I pressed into him and felt the thick ridge of his cock against my mound. Things were getting hot and heavy until the spell was broken by the sound of another car’s door... Read More