Hardcore Anal Phone Sex – My Night Out – Part 1

I was headed to dinner with my girlfriends when I got a call. They knew I needed a night out, but they were bailing on me. They had every excuse in the world. I really wanted a night on the town, but not alone. I stopped to grab gas and a vanilla cream nitro brew around the corner. At the register, I dropped my card. My nerves were so bad. This was until I turned and bumped heads with a handsome gentleman in uniform. You had bent down to pick up the card for me and you were coming back up as I was kneeling. Ha! I was so embarrassed. I didn’t know then what I know now… how the night would lead to hardcore anal phone sex.

Stumbling a bit to regain my footing, and my composure I waited to speak, but the words still came out somewhat unstable as I stumbled on getting “thank you sir” out of my mouth. Fuck! You were so damn good-looking. Your broad shoulders supported big strong arms that I could see even through that thick BDU shirt.

I turned quickly, paid for my drink, and rushed out the door.

Damn! I felt like such a fool walking to my car. I felt like I should have said something more, but that would have probably made things worse. You had a look in your eyes, but I could not deny that I might have been mistaken. That was, until I was sure that I wasn’t.

I could hear your footsteps quickly approaching in your clunky lace-up boots before hearing your deep masculine voice, “hey miss…”.

I turned quickly, mace in hand, ready to defend myself. When you saw this, you chuckled and took a step back, reassuring me that there was no need for alarm. The mix of confidence and vulnerability that I sensed allowed me to take my guard down a notch.

Apologizing profusely, I attempted to hide my nervousness and stop the slight shaking it caused. I could feel goosebumps forming as you made small talk to get me comfortable. You asked me if I wanted to have drinks one night.

Here was my chance!

I asked you, “How about tonight? No time like the present!”.

I felt so cheesy saying this, but you thought it was cute or at least didn’t think too poorly of me using the idiotic phrase. You told me you would love to, but you could not go out in work clothes. I nibbled at my finger and thought a moment. I became truthful all the sudden. Really, all I could think about was hardcore anal phone sex.

“My friends just bailed on me. How about I just follow you to your house? You can change and we can leave from there.”

I spoke without thinking. Honestly, I felt this made me seem like such a loser, but I am glad I did.

Despite me sounding like a psycho, you replied, “that’s fine if you don’t mind me grabbing a quick shower. I have booze at the house if you want to have a drink while you’re waiting.”

Wow! It did, but then I began to wonder if this was truly a safe venture.

Make sure to come back Wednesday for Part 2…

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