“i was shocked, almost into sobriety, that he’d stolen third without even tagging up on second, but i let it slide because he really knew what he was doing.”
Anonymous tipster “Molly” writes in:
last valentines day, i finished up work and head down the block to meet up with three of my single guy friends. one (A) i’d been trying to sleep with for like a year with no success, even though he was way beneath me and also a virgin. when i got there, they were talking to a guy i didn’t recognize, and i started drinking fast to catch up. several beers and shots later, my friend (D) and i went out for a smoke and were joined by the guy i didn’t recognize. we stood around an outside table, talking, and i learned that new guy was (or at least claimed to be) and airline pilot. he had an accent and absolutely huge full lips. as i carried on a conversation with D, new guy rubbed my back, and then my ass, and then began kissing/licking my ear and neck. i tried to hold him off as D dragged out conversation expressly designed to make things as awkward and entertaining for himself as possible, before retreating back into the bar. the second he was out of eyesight, i started making out with new dude. after about 2 minutes, he pushed me against the wall and i anticipated that he’d reach up my shirt… except he went right for the goods. i was shocked, almost into sobriety, that he’d stolen third without even tagging up on second, but i let it slide because he really knew what he was doing. after a few minutes, he started making me lick his fingers, which i thought was kind of weird but kind of hot. some other people came out of the bar and saw us, which was when i decided to cool things down a little (we were in public after all.) he asked me several times to fuck him, but i declined on the grounds that my friends and all my stuff was inside, the bar was about to close, and i had to be up early the next morning. i guess he thought that a good idea of what he had to offer may sway me in his direction, so he shoved my hands down his pants. he almost won that battle, too, and as soon as i grabbed his dick most of my resolve to end the makeout went right out the window. finally, one of the bouncers stuck his head out the door to announce last call, and i broke away and went inside. when i sat back down at the bar, A was nowhere to be found, but D said “so where’s your friend?” to which i replied “i don’t know, anyway what’s his name?” D laughed at me and told me he had no idea. the whole time, i had been under the impression that D somehow knew this person, but it turns out he was a complete and total stranger to all of us. i never did find out his name or if he really was a pilot, but i sw him at the same bar about 6 months later and got kind of skeeved/nervous so i ditched out. i still kind of regret not fucking him though.