The barn - Sex Stories

The barn

... orgasm. The only thing I noticed was that her body started to relax after a while. I slowed down again and after a while I felt her hands starting to push my upper body. Apparently the lady had enough. She still had her eyes closed and her face was expressionless. It looked as if she was in her own post coital little heaven or hell, who knows. I got off her and again walked to the bar. I really wanted to call it a night now, it had been great, but it's time to go home. John was standing at the bar with a big grin on his face. He looked as if his ass had gotten really good treatment tonight and he was pleased. I smiled back at him and told him that it was time for me to go. He immediately started to plead and beg for me to stay a bit longer. I protested a little bit, but did not want to be rude to him, so after a few minutes I told him I would. He poured me another tequila and asked if I wanted some more coke. I said yes to both. The tequila I could handle easily and the coke seemed to be so weak that another snort wouldn't’t hurt. It wouldn't’t do much either way - or so I thought. It must have been another batch, because the next thing I know I wake up with a splitting headache and John giving me a blow job. Even though the barn windows are well covered, I could see it was light outside. It must have been morning at least. I had no idea how long I had been out and what had happened during that time. I grunted at John and pushed him away. I was feeling so miserable that the last thing I wanted in the world was a blow job. The only thing I wanted was to get home as fast as possible and sleep as long as I could. I stumbled back to the changing area and quickly got into my clothes. Through my haze I tried to find either Gloria or John but I did not see any of them. I waved into the darkness and with a guttural voice said something which I hoped sounded like thanks. I turned around and left the barn, making a promise to myself which I knew I would not keep: never again.