I'll Drink to That...

I'll Drink to That...

I only drink when there’s at least a 20 percent chance that I’m going to get laid that night. Otherwise what’s the point? I don’t really like alcohol. And if alcohol didn’t facilitate getting laid I would give it up all together. Alternatively, if there’s a 100 percent chance I’m going to get laid there’s no point in drinking either.

Thursday, for example. No alcohol, 100% orgasm. Stan came over at 7:30. I was still in my work clothes but luckily I wore a low-cut top to work.

After a quick drink of water we headed to the bedroom. I took off my tank top and trousers. I stood before Stan in my matching pink Victoria’s secret bra and panties. He looked up and down my body. He was fully clothed. I climbed on top of him, rubbing my naked pussy against his jean. I could feel his cock bulging from underneath. We continued our dry humping for a bit.

“I think you should move that,” he said pointing to my pussy, “up here.” He pointed to his mouth.

“No,” I demanded. I want to be on my back.

I rolled on back. He rolled on his stomach. He lowered his head down to my nether regions and began licking my clit. The licking felt good, but it felt even better when he inserted a finger. He had very good fingering skills.

After a small orgasm, he rolled over on his back, I rolled on top of him. I pulled down his trousers, then pants and rubbed my bare pussy against his cock. Felt so good. I came again just from that.

I gave him a hand job, but my hand got tired so he had to finish himself off.

I went to bed feeling somewhat satiated, but wanting more