My Dirty Secrets 2.2 - Sex Stories

My Dirty Secrets 2.2

... I'm Jake," he said, eying me up and down.

"Melissa," I said, unsure what else to say.

"What are you drinking, Alyssa," Jake said, botching my name.

"Vodka and cranberry juice, Jake," I laughed, just going with it.

We chatted a bit, and Jake's friend faded into the crowd. I felt awkward. Jake made sure my drink was always fresh. I was getting pretty drunk, so I kept looking over at Jules and Ben, ensuring I could see them and vice versa. Jules kept waving like I was a little girl at a birthday party.

"So, uh, Alyssa, what do you do when you're not dancing, drinking, and looking sexy as hell?" Jake asked, staring plainly at my breasts that were still trying to bust out of my borrowed shirt.

"Um, I'm a," I slurred drunkenly. "A nurse," I managed.

"Oh wow, I have something I'd like your professional opinion on," Jake said, taking my hand.

He led me through the club to a spot under the stairs. Pulling me in closer, he kissed me. He wasted no time putting his whiskey-flavored tongue in my mouth. He wasn't forceful, just unexpected. He held my hand and pulled me close against him. I was lost as to what to do. My brain was fully pickled in vodka and cranberry juice. I just kept kissing him. As we stood there, I felt his free hand under my shirt.

He started on my side and began working his way up, finding my left breast. He cupped me softly, probing for my nipple and kissing me deeper. He wasn't a bad kisser. I reached my hand down and felt his groin, and ...

... his cock was pressing against the denim. I started to unzip his fly, and he stopped.

"Follow me," he said, leading me into the men's room.

Locking the door, he pushed my back against it and resumed kissing me. His hand was quickly back up my shirt this time with a purpose. He easily found the clasp on my bra and had it loose in a flash. My breasts were not as perky without the bra as he freed them from their cups.

"Jake, I don't know if this is a good idea," I said around his tongue.

"Why's that?"

Nothing, not a damn thing, came to my head. I don't know if I was a little too drunk, or maybe I was just into it. I'd not had a lot of sex before I got married. It was nice having another man interested in me. I knew it wasn't the right thing to do and wanted to stop. I made zero effort to stop, though.

"Why's that, Alyssa?" Jake asked again. "You ok with this?"

I kissed him.

I fucking kissed him. Jake had my tits out of my bra and proceeded to lift me onto the counter as he kept his tongue in my mouth. I reached down and unbuttoned his jeans, and pulled his cock out. He wasn't small, but not huge. Maybe seven inches, but he was hard. Really hard. I rubbed him and just enjoyed the attention my tits were getting. He was not gentle. His hands were really working my breasts, pinching my large nipples as he started fucking my hand.

Was this happening?

I slid off of the counter and onto my knees. With Jake's cock in my hand, I started licking the head a bit ...