It's 4 AM. I just arrived back at my apartment. I was able to leave work at a civilized hour, 7 PM. I went straight home, got naked, and climbed into bed. I found a hot bondage porno on cable, not something I usually do, but I was feeling very horny. Out came my little pink rabbit. I placed my clit between the ears like a paper clip and started a string of orgasms. The movie was dumb—too many ridiculous fake rape scenes with fake moaning and women with absurdly large fake tits. I grew bored and turned it off, but I was nowhere near ready to go to sleep, it was too early, and I was too worked up. Against my better judgment, I dressed and went out. I didn't put on anything sexy since all I was going to do was go out and have a drink, maybe a bite to eat, then go back home.
Thursday nights are a popular night for people to go out after work. I didn't want to stay local, too many eyes. I decided to take my truck, something I rarely do in Washington, DC. I haven't taken the Big White Machine out in weeks, I usually take a taxi or Uber wherever I go. The weather was cold, no rain or snow, a decent night to drive. Once you get away from the Central Mall in DC, most of the city can be a little sketchy for a woman alone. I started to drive east for about fifty minutes. It was around 9 PM by the time I arrived in Annapolis. I seem to have the ability to sniff out decent places to get a burger and a drink. I found a place called Hero's Pub. It is a nice place that has a Firehouse theme to it. With that comes a bar full of off-duty firefighters. I'm sure you can see where this is going.
When I am alone, I hate to sit at a table, I always sit at the bar. I was dressed down (for me). Old faded jeans, a thin black wool pullover sweater, Uggs, and no makeup. Like I said, it was cold out and of course, I never wear a bra outside of work. Last night I decided to wear my black leather biker jacket that I've had forever. When I took it off, my nipples were standing at attention like light switches. About a dozen heads turned. I didn't order food. My first drink was paid for by a group of very young men watching a basketball game. Before I could finish the drink, another arrived. I knew I had to take it easy, so after that drink, I was going to switch to sparkling water, knowing I had to drive back home.
The bartender let me know it was from an older gentleman at the end of the bar. I raised my glass to thank him. He came over and sat next to me and introduced himself. Needless to say, by 11 PM I was naked, on my back with my legs wrapped around him in a Best Western Hotel, getting the thrashing I needed. We fucked several times over the next three hours. Our last time, he fucked me in the ass while he reached around and fingered me. I squirted all over him, something that rarely happens to me. It was the best orgasm of the night. I collapsed, and he announced that he had to get home to his wife. He told me the room was paid for and that I should stay. He left, and I showered and departed a little after 3 AM. It was a good night. I should leave work early more often.
All I remember is him telling me he is a Battalion Chief. I can't remember his name and honestly, I don't care. My favorite kind of encounter, no calls or no awkward "When can I see you again". I'll never see him again (probably). Now I can dress, go to work and tell my boss, no... you're wrong... I recommend you don't... as your attorney I highly advise against that... etc...
