How Did I Know? - Sex Stories

How Did I Know?

... walking up to the bar. I was locked in place when I overheard the man order a drink. “Hello, I’m Peter!” he said. I stood silent. I was panic stricken. “Hi…” I said quietly. “Aren’t you a sweet young thing,” he complimented. “Thanks!” “I don’t bite honey…” he chuckled. I smiled politely and the shyness began to fade. His eyes gazed passionately upon my bare figure with elevator eyes. I took a full mouthful of my mojito to calm my nervous. My first impression of Peter was: confidence; he radiated this quality without arrogance. I have seldom experienced this. A testament to the years of experience he had dealing with the fairer sex. My tummy whirled with butterflies as he tried to comfort me, while making small talk. As for his appearance he was a tall, mature yet an athletic man. His hair was dark however peppered with grey and he had a pair of piercing cobalt eyes. I presumed he was in his early to mid-fifty’s. He was certainly an older man, but extremely fit for his age and currently very nude. I squirmed in place as this man, thirty something years my senior, sparked my arousal. “Its true, honey, he’s all bark,” The bartender said in broken English while wearing a naughty grin. “I see we’ve had an exciting first day already!” Peter said with a leer. He came towards me and with a finger he wiped up a dollop of my girly nectar that was gingerly streaming between my thighs. He brought the digit to his mouth and swiftly licked it clean. My lady parts pulsed wildly and my mind ...

... was screaming, "Oh, my God! Oh, my God!" “Eager for adventure, aren’t we?” Peter asked. I didn’t speak. I was so mortified by my body’s reaction. My legs involuntarily clenched together at the knees. I nervously searched for Mike, as if he could or would save me for my own embarrassment. That’s when I saw Mike carelessly flirting with Barbie. All while a tray of drinks rested unattended on our beach bed. I was pissed. “What the hell!” I said in a huff. I stomped off with a drink in my hand and a sodden crotch. As I marched by others took notice of me. I was on a mission. I was determined, slightly drunk and oiled. In the moments it took to reach the beach bed I had finished my drink and watched as both Barbie and Mike carried on and deliberately ignored me. I was a seething. I snatched a shot glass off the serving tray and swigged it down. The liquid blazed a trail down the length of my throat. I dabbed my wet loins with one of our beach towels openly. Barbie and Mike finally took notice. Barbie’s eyes widened with wonder and she swallowed hard. I gazed back at the bar to see Peter staring back at me. His unclothed 6’2” stature was impressive even from this distance. I tossed the empty shot glass onto the bed and marched back towards the bar. “Nice of you to rejoin us!” Peter said enthusiastically. His eyes seemed to burn with hunger as they scrutinized my bare body. Again, I abrupt ache as my pussy clenched wildly with excitement. I delicately gasped and my eyes closed for ...