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Went home with a guy from a Club after a work party

I had the late shift, which was perfect because we were having a little get together at a bar for Steph, who had just celebrated her last shift. I left my car at work and hitched a ride with a few people. I had full intentions of drinking, so my plan was to Uber home afterward.

We got to this place and it was already packed, but some people had gotten there early and decorated a little corner with cheesy dollar store decorations. It was really cute. I didn’t know Steph too incredibly well, but we were always friendly and I wanted to go out tonight anyway, and it was better than going alone. I had a few closer coworker friends with me, which made the night a lot of fun.

Things started dying down a little bit, and my two closer friends asked me to go to a club with them. I hadn’t been dancing in many years, so I thought that sounded like a great idea, and it was nice to have just a girls night.

We got to the club and like the bar, it was packed. We immediately lined up for drinks and a guy in his mid 30’s who was closer to the bar asked us what we wanted. I later found out his name was Guy. I can’t stand that name (sorry to anyone reading named Guy). Not to turn down free drinks, we all yelled our orders to him and he came out with a tray of drinks.

He asked us to come join him, so we followed him up the stairs to this sitting area where he had two other friends sitting on couches across from a small table. He said something like “look what I found,” which was sexist and insulting, but we didn’t care, we got drinks for free.

We stayed for a bit and chatted, they were a lot of fun. The two ladies I’m with are Becca, who’s in her late 20’s, I’m guessing about 28, and Carrie, who’s married and probably 35 with three kids at home. After we had all finished our drinks, one of the other guys, Rob, asked for our order. I told him no thank you, that we were here to dance, but thanks for the first round.

The three of us went downstairs and started dancing. We must have been dancing for 15 minutes when Rob came up to us with a tray full of the same drink order we had earlier. Smart guy. He handed us each a drink and whispered in my ear that they’d love to keep the conversation going when we needed a break from the dance. I told him we might just do that.

We drank and danced for a bit more and Carrie got a text. She had to get back home to help her husband, one of her kids got sick. We begged her to stay, her husband can put a kid back to bed, but she insisted she go. We took this as a cue to head upstairs again and we sat down, this time they had two other guys with them. As soon as Rob saw me, he stood up and offered his spot. It was one single leather chair, but there wasn’t anywhere else to sit, so the two of us squeezed into it. Rob introduced us to the group.

We chatted for a while and the drinks kept flowing. It was awesome not having to pay for a single drink. This has never happened for me before, my ex-husband and I going to a club was very rare, but nobody’s going to buy a drink for someone and their husband. As people stood up, seats would shift around, and at one point I squeezed in between Becca and Rob in a way-too-cramped couch. This made Becca slide over to the guy she was talking to, and then I got to talk to Rob.

Rob was a handsome guy, he was around my age with a little bit of grey hair happening on the side. I asked why he was here and he said he doesn’t usually do clubs, but one of the guys in the group wanted to come out for his birthday and he decided to tag along.

At one point Becca brought me into the conversation with her and her guy and Rob just sort of sat there. She leaned in and whispered to me that she was going to fuck that guy, and I smiled and elbowed her. Rob totally saw, he got a little smirk on his face, but quickly wiped it away as I made eye contact.

Maybe 15 minutes go by and she leans in and asks if I’ll be okay by myself because she wanted to leave with him, but she would stay if I wasn’t comfortable. I told her I’d just take an Uber home in a few minutes, she should go have fun. They held hands and left together.

I waited a few minutes to not be awkward before I told everyone I had to go and Rob said he would walk me out. I thought it was a nice gesture, so we walked out together. I had the Uber app open and was ready to finalize when hey said, “hey, wait.”

I looked up at him and he pressed his body into mine, pinning me up against the bar wall. We kissed for a minute and he asked if I might want to head back to his place instead. I hadn’t really thought of it up until this point. For the first time in days I wasn’t daydreaming all day of hooking up with someone, but in that very moment I said yes without thinking twice.

He pointed and said his car was just a few buildings away on the street, so we walked over there. He drove an Audi, I climbed into the passenger seat and we drove out to his place. We chatted briefly, but mostly it was listening to music.

When we got to his house, he pulled into the garage and we walked in, he lived in an incredibly modern and super clean house. It was in a crazy expensive part of town. I asked if he lived alone and he laughed and told me his wife left him for another man a few years ago and he just hadn’t sold the house yet, but yeah, he lived alone.

He poured a whiskey and asked if I wanted one too. I agreed. We did a cheers and sat down at the table.

He asked why I was single, and I told him how my ex and I just grew apart and split on amicable terms. Then he asked what I wanted to do. I was a bit confused, not really knowing what he meant, and then he explained to me that he doesn’t really bring women home very often so he wasn’t really sure how to ask me to go to his room with him.

I told him he could just ask and gave him a wink, so he asked me if I wanted to see his room. I told him I’d love a house tour. He took me on a tour of the house and we ended up in his room. The place was absolutely huge for one person. I had no idea what he did for work, but I wanted his job.

We ended up in his room and we started kissing a bit. He was a bit more mature, there wasn’t any tongue, but it felt really sensual. I crawled onto his bed and he followed, and we started kissing a bit, feeling each other up and down.

He asked me if I had any condoms, because he didn’t. I thought for a moment how I absolutely should be carrying one around and made a mental note. I told him I didn’t but I had something else in mind. I pulled a hair tie off my wrist and pulled back my hair into a bunch. I crawled over the top of his legs and unbuckled his belt, then unbuttoned his pants and slowly slid them off his body. He was laying there in his boxers and I started kissing his belly and working my way down.

Once I got on top of his cock, I did a playful bite through the cloth and he gave a silly laugh. I slid them down and he was laying there completely naked except for socks. I made a joke about how I loved what he was wearing and he tried to reach down to take them off but couldn’t because I was pinning down his legs. I pushed him back down and then crawled back a bit, laying down so my face was close to his cock and my legs were hanging a bit off the bed, and grabbed him softly with one hand.

I started kissing one side of his limp cock, from the tip down to the base, then back up the other way. Once I got to the tip I gave it a little lick and then went down and back up again. I pulled my face away a bit and started squeezing just a little while I watched his cock grow from soft to hard. He was mostly hard when I put him back in my mouth and then slowly made my way down.

By the time I reached the base he was as hard as could be. I went up and down a few times, then on the tip I moved my head side to side. I took his cock in my hand again and looked up, and I asked him if he liked it faster or slower. He told me right in between, and I smiled and told him that was the best answer because it was my favorite way to do it.

I slid down a bit faster this time, and then kept the momentum going at a slow and steady pace. Every so often when I got to the tip, I’d put a little more suction and twist my head. He moaned every time I did that, but he panted like crazy when I was moving up and down his shaft, so I could tell he didn’t just like one single thing.

He started getting closer so I picked up the pace just a little bit, and I could tell he was about to cum. Once he started pulsing a bit, I decided to try something new. I pulled my mouth out and grabbed right below the tip of his cock tightly with my finger and thumb, making it so he couldn’t cum for just a few seconds, and then I slid my mouth over him and he burst, making the loudest moan of the night.

I swallowed and slowly slid my mouth down again, sucking slowly and gently for a few motions while he continued to twitch and pulse. He continued his moans, they were identical to the twitches I could feel with my tongue. I stayed still for a moment and he stopped making noise, then I’d slowly move just a little and he’d moan again. I did this a few times while I felt his erection start to slip away, but I kept him in my mouth a little longer than usual. I looked up at him and he had his eyes closed and his arms at his sides, he looked more relaxed than anyone I’ve ever seen in my life.

I gave him a really hard suck on the end of his cock and his eyes burst open and he loudly moaned again and then laughed and told me he just couldn’t handle any more.

I smiled, pulled his cock to the side and kissed it one more time before sat up, pulled the hair tie out of my hair and shook it free. He laid there with a smile on my face, watching me in silence while I grabbed my phone. I popped open Uber and quickly reserved my ride home.

He asked what we should do next, and I told him I had to be on my way. He asked if he could do anything for me, and I said that I enjoyed that just as much as him. I crawled off of him and put my shoes on. He stood up and put his boxers on and offered me a ride home. I told him I was fine, I had called an Uber. He said he would pay for the Uber and I told him it wasn’t necessary.

He grabbed a robe and walked me downstairs. The Uber took a good 10 minutes to get there so I waited inside next to the door. He asked me how much the Uber cost and I said it was like $60. He handed me $60 and said he insisted. Since I had now gotten over my fear of thinking I was a cheap prostitute, I took the money and then the Uber got there (plus, it was actually like $64).

When I got home, I was absolutely exhausted. I brushed my teeth and went right to bed. I realized the next morning that we never exchanged numbers. If I ever felt like it, I could go back to his place I suppose, but for now, he was just another fun night.