Hard to get

I didn't want to throw myself at him enough to spell it out for him, so I waited for him to make a suggestion that we go someplace else. However, I waited a long time for it.

He continued to buy me drinks - the poor guy racked up quite the tab - and I drank everything he bought for me. I had a great time, chatting, flirting, and drinking, but I still wanted the banging.

Three hours in to our seemingly never-ending conversation I lost all my inhibitions. We were both pretty much sloppy drunk, and yet he still hadn't propositioned me. Finally, when he stood up to head into the bathroom, I followed him in there and tapped him on the shoulder. I don't remember much but I'm fairly certain he was missing the urinal.

Once he finished with his business I dragged him into the handicapped stall and sat him on the seat, pulling down his pants. I sucked his flaccid, horrid tasting dick in that stall to get him hard for what felt like hours. Finally once he was sufficiently hard I took off my pants and underwear and mounted him.

Unfortunately the sensation wasn't as I'd hoped. I rode him halfheartedly for a minute or two before he blew his wad deep inside of me. The rapid up and down motion caused me to heave, and I don't remember much of the rest of the night.

...and that's why I don't have one night stands anymore! Wait, wrong story. My bad, let me start over.