Side-Seat Driving

So another holiday has passed. Another bullshit holiday thanks to the Catholic church, but at least we are encouraged to drink on this one!

I went with one of my gay friends to a gay nightclub. I hate drunken straight men, especially on everyones favorite drunken-holiday, so the best way to avoid them was to go to a gay bar during happy hour! I got there a bit before my friend so I went to the bar and got my first drink of the night. I went up to the bartender who I thought was B from the prior week, but he wasn't... his name was E and he was just as, if not more, gorgeous than B. The other bartender downstairs was V, same as last week! They applauded the arrival of a cleavage-bearing straight girl when I got there.

I sat at the bar and talked to a few of the confused-straight men who had wandered misguidedly into a gay bar. One guy was bisexual, and we talked a bit and about E and V. We weren't sure if E was straight, but my new friend quickly asserted he was when I told him that he introduced himself for me. Shortly after, my friend arrived and we sat on the other side of the bar, where E was tending to. We got smashed, took pictures, had a few more daiquiris and after I was quite drunk, I wrote my name and number on two napkins and gave one to each E and V. Victor swung by at one point and told me he was getting off work, but I didn't see where he went so I quickly re-focused my attention back to E.

My friend and I finished off our drinks and left around midnight... I think. I got on the train to come home, and when I got off the train, I had a voicemail. This voicemail was from V! He called me again before I could call him back and we talked a bit (I was at home already) and I respectfully declined his first invite for sex. After 5-minutes of re-thinking it, I called him back and he was in his car, so he drove down to where I live. There was no room for coherent thinking because I still totally smashed... otherwise, I probably wouldn't have done this.

I go downstairs and he's waiting at my door... He looked different in bright lighting than in the darkness of the club... but he still looked good! He greeted me and we somehow ended up back at his car. If I remember correctly, he unlocked the door and even opened it for me... what a gentleman! I sat in drivers seat while he got in on the other side. I noticed a few people walking around outside his car, but as soon as he got in the other side and closed the door, I climbed on top of him and kissed him. His hands roamed my tightly clad body and I could feel his hardness hitting my inner-thigh. After a short-while, I sat back down in the drivers seat and took off my leggings, while he reached into a pocket for a condom. The first one gave him a bit of trouble but he got the second one on just fine.

I climbed back on top of him and he guided his shaft into me. It felt so good, and thick. I told him after a minute to soften up because I was sore (from Saturday [no details], and yoga) and he smiled, curiously, at me. I have no idea whether or not people were around, or looking at us and I didn't care... I just kept riding him. My chest was in his face the entire time, and it didn't take him long to lift up my shirt and bra, and take a tasting of them. This also felt like ecstasy. I think this was the first time I'd ever liked being on top... and it felt great. I moaned with pleasure, and this, being a 'get-to-know-you' fuck was short and sweet.

I sat back in the drivers seat and put my leggings back on, and my shoes. V walked me back to my door and kissed me goodnight.