Frannie’s Bar and Grill
I went out to Frannieâs Bar and Grill on a Friday night after work. I went home first contemplating laying in my bed crying or going out. I ended up putting on clothes and decided to go to Frannies. I had such a bad day and just couldnât deal with reality at the moment. My company was laying off a lot of people, unfortunately, myself included. I felt like drinking to stop the thinking, or maybe finding a random person to have sex with. I didnât care if it was a man or a woman; I just needed to feel something other than anger and betrayal. I worked for that company for over 17 years.
Frannieâs has an interesting mix of clientele ranging from bikers, attorneys, hillbillies, college students, bro dudes, old people, and everyone in between. Itâs a really fun place though I wasnât feeling the fun. The cigarette smoke was getting to me, yeah it was a smoking bar, but they have things like pool tables, darts, karaoke, etc. Most importantly there were always people there looking to score.
I ordered a double rye whiskey, neat, and then changed my mind to on the rocks. I wanted to swirl the huge ice cube around my drink as if it was something to do. There was a loud noise in the corner, a few of the college students were arguing over a game of pool. I shifted my glaze to look around the bar and spotted a guy sitting alone ripping the beer label off his bottle. He was tall and thicker, not fat, just thick with a muscular build but not to an extreme, the way I like them, they can take some roughhousing. He had on a nice tight black top that highlighted his strong shoulders and upper arms. He had nice black hair, âmmm I thought, tall, dark, and handsome, as they say.â He looked up at me and I noticed his piercing blue eyes, it was like he was staring right through me into my soul. It was giving me the chills and I smiled and blushed a little bit was interrupted by one of the college students.
He was looking to score for sure. Asked me if he could buy me a drink, I pointed to my glass, â I already have one.â He looked me over, I was dressed in a sleek low cut black top that showed off the beauty of my breasts. I had a little shimmer on my skin to highlight my collar bone and make my breasts a little shiny. Not as much glitter as a stripper uses but just enough to catch the light. I wore these amazing fishnets that almost looked like snakeskin and paired it all with a pair of short high heeled boots for a little bit of an edgy look. Deep red lipstick was a trademark of mine, like the color of dark blood or red wine.
I tried to look around him at the hottie in black but he wasnât in his seat. The college boy let me know that he knew I had a drink but he could buy me another and we could chat. He started to slide in the seat next to me and I was annoyed, still looking for my tall, dark, and handsome with the piercing blue eyes. Just as the uninteresting college boy started to slide, the chair was moved. A deep voice rang out âSorry buddy, this seat was already claimed.â It was my mystery guy with the blue eyes. His voice was calm and came across like a gentle joke, not like a rude comment. I was intrigued immediately.
He smoothly sat down and smiled, and I smiled back. I donât know if it was his cologne or his pheromones but I immediately felt drawn in. Is this guy a vampire or something? I started laughing and he asked what was so funny. I lied a little and just said that I liked his move handling that college guy. I need a man that knows what he wants, not someone young enough to be my offspring that doesnât know how to handle an older women with lots of experience. He let me know that he also likes a woman that knows what she wants. I decided to be cheeky⌠âwell I know I want you,â and then I smiled and looked down at my drink really fast and then back again looking into his eyes. He smiled and said he lived nearby, just a short walk. Perfect. Almost too perfect.
We made some small talk on the way to his place, joked around, mainly at the expense of dumb college bros thinking they could meet us on our level of experience. I am sure the college guys might have banged a few girls that told them they were good and thought they could impress an older woman.
We got to his place and he opened the door. I was actually a little shocked because the place was tidy but lived in. It was a really comfortable vibe. While he excused himself to go to the restroom I couldnât help but look at the CDs he had out and thumbed through a few vinyl records on the stereo. We liked the same music which was nice.
When he came out he led me to the bedroom, neither of us wanted to waste any time. I stripped down immediately behind him as he was sitting on the bed facing the dresser mirror. I know he could see me as he slowed down taking his clothes off watching me. While he took down his pants I came up behind him lifting up his shirt and started kissing on his neck. Kissing and licking him as I reached my hand down and started rubbing on his dick. We had not even kissed yet but I figured we would get to that. I wanted to excite him. Getting a guy excited is one of my favorite parts of foreplay, light touching, light hands near his dick and balls close enough to touch but teasing. Caressing his dick lightly before I take another move.
He turned around and laid down facing me and we kissed. His lips were soft and gentle and we were locked in a deep kiss, no tongue but he lightly used his tongue to rub it on my lower lip, making my body tingle. Our kisses turned more deep and passionate, I was rubbing my hands all over him. He had some music playing in the background and I wasnât really paying that much attention to it, at first. Our tongues started to intertwine and our mouths became wetter and more intense. I grabbed the back of his head grabbing his hair a little, and then moved my hand to his jawline pulling him close. My wandering hands moved down his chest and his stomach, caressing his legs until I moved my hands up to grab his dick in my hand to start to jerk him off. My pussy was already soaked in excitement. Everything seemed perfect and then it happened⌠the music I had not been paying attention to. The beat started to get annoying and was not sexy at all. I tried hard to keep jerking him off but I stopped kissing him and just looked at him. My face must have said it all. I was horrified. It was this weird jazzy beat music. I thought he had much better musical taste than this. What the hell are we listening to? Total mood killer. This is why sometimes when things seem too perfect you realize that they arenât.
He looked at me and started laughing and asked âWhat the FUCK is this?!?!?!â I sort of panicked for a moment. Was he noticing my face and wondering why I stopped jerking him off? He immediately grabbed his phone and sighed. âScrew Apple Music!â come to find out he listens to new releases and he threw it on that playlist. Typically it plays music he likes but this was right out of left field. He started laughing about how it ruined the mood. He started playing a band we both liked. It was too late. I started laughing my ass off. I was nearly crying rolling in bed. I explained that the music was a total mood killer and the reason I was laughing as hard as I was (and I could barely talk at this point) was that I thought this was music he decided to have sex to. I told him I was trying to figure out how to get out of the situation because the music was just that bad. We both started laughing at the poor choices of Apple Music and not having his own sexy playlist queued up. Even after your playlist is done, you are at the mercy of Apple Music and it just throws anything your way. We both decided sex was off the table.
We laid there talking for a little bit and we both had a shitty day to different degrees. I decided I was going to take matters into my own hands. I kissed him again and made my hand make its way down to his dick. It was soft since the excitement had been cut off but I was pretty sure if I wrapped my warm wet juicy sloppy mouth around him I could bring new life to that dick of his.
I just gave him a look and let him know I was going to resuscitate his dick; he let me know I could give it a try but he looked a little skeptical. I was going to work for it, I was pretty sure that he had nice blowjobs in the past but wasnât sure how many girls that he had been with that were totally into it. Where it wasnât a chore for them but something they loved to do. LOVED to do, not just liking it, that isnât enough. To want that dick in your throat buried deep where it cuts off your oxygen and you take him so deep down to the balls. Using that sticky deep throat spit to stoke his dick with before you plunge it back in deeply.
I took his slightly fluffed up dick into my mouth and started playing with it darting my tongue around like I was giving him a French kiss. It hardened slightly and I started sucking it popping it in and out of my mouth. I put it deep in as he started getting harder and rubbed the bottom of my tongue around the base swishing back and forth as he moaned. I started jacking him off with my hand as I gently took one of his balls into my mouth, slightly twirling my tongue on it and sucking softly. I ran my tongue from the middle of his balls straight up to the tip of his dick and then took another deep throat dive. Then I started jerking him off again focusing my attention on the other side of his balls. I mean I have to take care of the âbrotherâ too. One ball sucked isnât fair to the other.
I spit on his dick and started swirling my tongue everywhere as it was in my mouth, I kept teasing it further and further into my throat until I would cram it down there and he would moan. He started thrusting his hips matching my head bobbing up and down on his manhood. I was moaning because giving head really turns me on if itâs with the right guy. Some guys just want a quickie so they can fuck but others actually enjoy the time a woman that enjoys it takes. He actually asked me if I needed to stop and take a break. I looked up at him and started stroking his shiny beautiful dick again and smiled as I said âNo, but my pussy is getting really jealous.â His dick and balls were covered in my bubbly spit; I knew sticking it in me would combine with the wetness of my pussy opening a floodgate. I let him know I would really like to ride a pony, would he be my pony?
He obliged quickly and got in a more comfortable position for both of us. I mounted his hard dick and started rocking on it, sliding it in and out. It felt so amazing because it was a perfect fit. Not too big but not too small and I knew if how I was feeling now was any indication I would be cumming pretty hard later. Our thrusts matched perfect, the rhythym was insane, intuitive, if he sped up my body just naturally without a thought just matched his hips. All the wetness from my blowjob covered the upper area of his dick and my clit was sliding against all the wetness. I kept sliding myself along that area knowing it was going to make me cum. He pushed his hips up in the air and held them tight and in place so that I could just feel the hardness of his body and used my body fully to get off on him as if he was a sex toy. He took one of my nipples into his mouth. At first he was sucking but he accidently bit down a little and then let me know he was sorry. I asked for him to do it more. When he bit on to my nipple I felt an electric shock sent down to my pussy deep inside. I was aching for an orgasm and going wild. He drove me insane with pleasure. I could feel a buildup and while I had been moaning and screaming the whole time, all of a sudden I looked like I was screaming in a room with no sound. My mouth was open but nothing was coming out. I came so hard I swore I would feel my heart stop. I rolled off of him. Both of my hands were asleep and throbbing like I was going to have some magic coming out of my hands.
âWhat was that?â he asked. I was like a woman possessed. I must have cum in a way he hadnât seen before and quite honestly I had never cum as hard as I did in that moment. I couldnât even think straight as I was on my side. I just kept breathing hard. He started jerking off and immediately jumped on top of me. He started thrusting his hips slowly and as I was grabbing onto him caressing his back I felt another orgasm creeping up and I grabbed his ass tightly pulling him into me as I screamed my brains out.
He started fucking me harder and I moved my head to the side because I needed to breathe at a different angle. He started licking and kissing my neck and again, all these feelings just jolted down to my pussy. I was so turned on that everything was extremely heightened. Between trying to catch my breath, the orgasms, and the pheromones coming off of him were making me high. I felt my head rolling around everywhere and I couldnât see straight. I wasnât cross eyed so I had no idea how crazy I had to be looking.
He was fucking the hell out of me and when I was able to form a sentence I asked âare you human or are you a machine?â I had lost count of how many orgasms I had. He had me turned on so much, he was so very vocal in taking in his pleasure, letting me know how good I felt, and moaning as he thrust. I really enjoy a vocal male that communicates his feelings. I know I make sure mine are known! I didnât think I could take it anymore, my body was overheating but I didnât want it to stop.
I knew I was close to cumming yet another time and wanted to get that high again. He let me know he was going to cum, and I told him to drain his balls deep inside of me. I grabbed onto his body in a tight hug and wrapped my legs tight around his body, pulling him in really close to me. Hearing he was going to cum and knowing he was going to shoot deep in my pussy turned me on so much that my orgasm reached a peak and I came hard. I could feel the cumload spilling out of my pussy as he kept pumping. The load was huge. We had both experienced our orgasms together and it was an amazing feeling.
We both rolled over and he turned on a fan to cool us down. Our brains were both out of it. I laughed because I had such an amazing time and had never cum so many times before. Getting an orgasm once in a session was kind of rare but this many, enough to lose count? Wild. I didnât want this night to end.
After we could function mentally again we talked about meeting up for an actual date. We felt our sex was epic enough that we couldnât just walk away after feeling so much pleasure together. We made plans to go out for an actual dinner and then plans to go back to my place after that. Most one night stands are mediocre but sometimes there is a treasure among the crowd.
Frannieâs has an interesting mix of clientele ranging from bikers, attorneys, hillbillies, college students, bro dudes, old people, and everyone in between. Itâs a really fun place though I wasnât feeling the fun. The cigarette smoke was getting to me, yeah it was a smoking bar, but they have things like pool tables, darts, karaoke, etc. Most importantly there were always people there looking to score.
I ordered a double rye whiskey, neat, and then changed my mind to on the rocks. I wanted to swirl the huge ice cube around my drink as if it was something to do. There was a loud noise in the corner, a few of the college students were arguing over a game of pool. I shifted my glaze to look around the bar and spotted a guy sitting alone ripping the beer label off his bottle. He was tall and thicker, not fat, just thick with a muscular build but not to an extreme, the way I like them, they can take some roughhousing. He had on a nice tight black top that highlighted his strong shoulders and upper arms. He had nice black hair, âmmm I thought, tall, dark, and handsome, as they say.â He looked up at me and I noticed his piercing blue eyes, it was like he was staring right through me into my soul. It was giving me the chills and I smiled and blushed a little bit was interrupted by one of the college students.
He was looking to score for sure. Asked me if he could buy me a drink, I pointed to my glass, â I already have one.â He looked me over, I was dressed in a sleek low cut black top that showed off the beauty of my breasts. I had a little shimmer on my skin to highlight my collar bone and make my breasts a little shiny. Not as much glitter as a stripper uses but just enough to catch the light. I wore these amazing fishnets that almost looked like snakeskin and paired it all with a pair of short high heeled boots for a little bit of an edgy look. Deep red lipstick was a trademark of mine, like the color of dark blood or red wine.
I tried to look around him at the hottie in black but he wasnât in his seat. The college boy let me know that he knew I had a drink but he could buy me another and we could chat. He started to slide in the seat next to me and I was annoyed, still looking for my tall, dark, and handsome with the piercing blue eyes. Just as the uninteresting college boy started to slide, the chair was moved. A deep voice rang out âSorry buddy, this seat was already claimed.â It was my mystery guy with the blue eyes. His voice was calm and came across like a gentle joke, not like a rude comment. I was intrigued immediately.
He smoothly sat down and smiled, and I smiled back. I donât know if it was his cologne or his pheromones but I immediately felt drawn in. Is this guy a vampire or something? I started laughing and he asked what was so funny. I lied a little and just said that I liked his move handling that college guy. I need a man that knows what he wants, not someone young enough to be my offspring that doesnât know how to handle an older women with lots of experience. He let me know that he also likes a woman that knows what she wants. I decided to be cheeky⌠âwell I know I want you,â and then I smiled and looked down at my drink really fast and then back again looking into his eyes. He smiled and said he lived nearby, just a short walk. Perfect. Almost too perfect.
We made some small talk on the way to his place, joked around, mainly at the expense of dumb college bros thinking they could meet us on our level of experience. I am sure the college guys might have banged a few girls that told them they were good and thought they could impress an older woman.
We got to his place and he opened the door. I was actually a little shocked because the place was tidy but lived in. It was a really comfortable vibe. While he excused himself to go to the restroom I couldnât help but look at the CDs he had out and thumbed through a few vinyl records on the stereo. We liked the same music which was nice.
When he came out he led me to the bedroom, neither of us wanted to waste any time. I stripped down immediately behind him as he was sitting on the bed facing the dresser mirror. I know he could see me as he slowed down taking his clothes off watching me. While he took down his pants I came up behind him lifting up his shirt and started kissing on his neck. Kissing and licking him as I reached my hand down and started rubbing on his dick. We had not even kissed yet but I figured we would get to that. I wanted to excite him. Getting a guy excited is one of my favorite parts of foreplay, light touching, light hands near his dick and balls close enough to touch but teasing. Caressing his dick lightly before I take another move.
He turned around and laid down facing me and we kissed. His lips were soft and gentle and we were locked in a deep kiss, no tongue but he lightly used his tongue to rub it on my lower lip, making my body tingle. Our kisses turned more deep and passionate, I was rubbing my hands all over him. He had some music playing in the background and I wasnât really paying that much attention to it, at first. Our tongues started to intertwine and our mouths became wetter and more intense. I grabbed the back of his head grabbing his hair a little, and then moved my hand to his jawline pulling him close. My wandering hands moved down his chest and his stomach, caressing his legs until I moved my hands up to grab his dick in my hand to start to jerk him off. My pussy was already soaked in excitement. Everything seemed perfect and then it happened⌠the music I had not been paying attention to. The beat started to get annoying and was not sexy at all. I tried hard to keep jerking him off but I stopped kissing him and just looked at him. My face must have said it all. I was horrified. It was this weird jazzy beat music. I thought he had much better musical taste than this. What the hell are we listening to? Total mood killer. This is why sometimes when things seem too perfect you realize that they arenât.
He looked at me and started laughing and asked âWhat the FUCK is this?!?!?!â I sort of panicked for a moment. Was he noticing my face and wondering why I stopped jerking him off? He immediately grabbed his phone and sighed. âScrew Apple Music!â come to find out he listens to new releases and he threw it on that playlist. Typically it plays music he likes but this was right out of left field. He started laughing about how it ruined the mood. He started playing a band we both liked. It was too late. I started laughing my ass off. I was nearly crying rolling in bed. I explained that the music was a total mood killer and the reason I was laughing as hard as I was (and I could barely talk at this point) was that I thought this was music he decided to have sex to. I told him I was trying to figure out how to get out of the situation because the music was just that bad. We both started laughing at the poor choices of Apple Music and not having his own sexy playlist queued up. Even after your playlist is done, you are at the mercy of Apple Music and it just throws anything your way. We both decided sex was off the table.
We laid there talking for a little bit and we both had a shitty day to different degrees. I decided I was going to take matters into my own hands. I kissed him again and made my hand make its way down to his dick. It was soft since the excitement had been cut off but I was pretty sure if I wrapped my warm wet juicy sloppy mouth around him I could bring new life to that dick of his.
I just gave him a look and let him know I was going to resuscitate his dick; he let me know I could give it a try but he looked a little skeptical. I was going to work for it, I was pretty sure that he had nice blowjobs in the past but wasnât sure how many girls that he had been with that were totally into it. Where it wasnât a chore for them but something they loved to do. LOVED to do, not just liking it, that isnât enough. To want that dick in your throat buried deep where it cuts off your oxygen and you take him so deep down to the balls. Using that sticky deep throat spit to stoke his dick with before you plunge it back in deeply.
I took his slightly fluffed up dick into my mouth and started playing with it darting my tongue around like I was giving him a French kiss. It hardened slightly and I started sucking it popping it in and out of my mouth. I put it deep in as he started getting harder and rubbed the bottom of my tongue around the base swishing back and forth as he moaned. I started jacking him off with my hand as I gently took one of his balls into my mouth, slightly twirling my tongue on it and sucking softly. I ran my tongue from the middle of his balls straight up to the tip of his dick and then took another deep throat dive. Then I started jerking him off again focusing my attention on the other side of his balls. I mean I have to take care of the âbrotherâ too. One ball sucked isnât fair to the other.
I spit on his dick and started swirling my tongue everywhere as it was in my mouth, I kept teasing it further and further into my throat until I would cram it down there and he would moan. He started thrusting his hips matching my head bobbing up and down on his manhood. I was moaning because giving head really turns me on if itâs with the right guy. Some guys just want a quickie so they can fuck but others actually enjoy the time a woman that enjoys it takes. He actually asked me if I needed to stop and take a break. I looked up at him and started stroking his shiny beautiful dick again and smiled as I said âNo, but my pussy is getting really jealous.â His dick and balls were covered in my bubbly spit; I knew sticking it in me would combine with the wetness of my pussy opening a floodgate. I let him know I would really like to ride a pony, would he be my pony?
He obliged quickly and got in a more comfortable position for both of us. I mounted his hard dick and started rocking on it, sliding it in and out. It felt so amazing because it was a perfect fit. Not too big but not too small and I knew if how I was feeling now was any indication I would be cumming pretty hard later. Our thrusts matched perfect, the rhythym was insane, intuitive, if he sped up my body just naturally without a thought just matched his hips. All the wetness from my blowjob covered the upper area of his dick and my clit was sliding against all the wetness. I kept sliding myself along that area knowing it was going to make me cum. He pushed his hips up in the air and held them tight and in place so that I could just feel the hardness of his body and used my body fully to get off on him as if he was a sex toy. He took one of my nipples into his mouth. At first he was sucking but he accidently bit down a little and then let me know he was sorry. I asked for him to do it more. When he bit on to my nipple I felt an electric shock sent down to my pussy deep inside. I was aching for an orgasm and going wild. He drove me insane with pleasure. I could feel a buildup and while I had been moaning and screaming the whole time, all of a sudden I looked like I was screaming in a room with no sound. My mouth was open but nothing was coming out. I came so hard I swore I would feel my heart stop. I rolled off of him. Both of my hands were asleep and throbbing like I was going to have some magic coming out of my hands.
âWhat was that?â he asked. I was like a woman possessed. I must have cum in a way he hadnât seen before and quite honestly I had never cum as hard as I did in that moment. I couldnât even think straight as I was on my side. I just kept breathing hard. He started jerking off and immediately jumped on top of me. He started thrusting his hips slowly and as I was grabbing onto him caressing his back I felt another orgasm creeping up and I grabbed his ass tightly pulling him into me as I screamed my brains out.
He started fucking me harder and I moved my head to the side because I needed to breathe at a different angle. He started licking and kissing my neck and again, all these feelings just jolted down to my pussy. I was so turned on that everything was extremely heightened. Between trying to catch my breath, the orgasms, and the pheromones coming off of him were making me high. I felt my head rolling around everywhere and I couldnât see straight. I wasnât cross eyed so I had no idea how crazy I had to be looking.
He was fucking the hell out of me and when I was able to form a sentence I asked âare you human or are you a machine?â I had lost count of how many orgasms I had. He had me turned on so much, he was so very vocal in taking in his pleasure, letting me know how good I felt, and moaning as he thrust. I really enjoy a vocal male that communicates his feelings. I know I make sure mine are known! I didnât think I could take it anymore, my body was overheating but I didnât want it to stop.
I knew I was close to cumming yet another time and wanted to get that high again. He let me know he was going to cum, and I told him to drain his balls deep inside of me. I grabbed onto his body in a tight hug and wrapped my legs tight around his body, pulling him in really close to me. Hearing he was going to cum and knowing he was going to shoot deep in my pussy turned me on so much that my orgasm reached a peak and I came hard. I could feel the cumload spilling out of my pussy as he kept pumping. The load was huge. We had both experienced our orgasms together and it was an amazing feeling.
We both rolled over and he turned on a fan to cool us down. Our brains were both out of it. I laughed because I had such an amazing time and had never cum so many times before. Getting an orgasm once in a session was kind of rare but this many, enough to lose count? Wild. I didnât want this night to end.
After we could function mentally again we talked about meeting up for an actual date. We felt our sex was epic enough that we couldnât just walk away after feeling so much pleasure together. We made plans to go out for an actual dinner and then plans to go back to my place after that. Most one night stands are mediocre but sometimes there is a treasure among the crowd.
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