How I Watched the Debate
It was silly fun really -- thanking the handsome young (22) Icelander for opening the bar for Americans so we could watch the Harris-Trump debate at 1:00 AM.
Several travelers in our group, a few other Americans in the hotel, along with a few Canadian guests, begged the hotel to allow us to have a debate "watch party" in the hotel lounge. The desk manager was skeptical until the cute lad who tended bar agreed to open it up for us and find the debate on the bar big screen TV.
Once arranged, our "watch party" group agreed to make it a "pajama watch party." Why get dressed in the middle of the night, right? No one was surprised when we all showed up in flannel pajamas, nightgowns, and nightshirts. I had a little exhibitionist fun wearing a flannel "Star Wars" sleep tee with a pair of pretty pink panties. The bartender mixed up a batch of what he called "rum warmers," hot chocolate with rum, and a touch of Cognac. Yum! The drink made the debate ever so much more fun.
As I mentioned in the Facebook blurb on this, the young bartender absolutely refused any tips for opening the lounge. He said it was a privilege to share the event with Americans, so it was not surprising that he had no use for Trump.
I lingered as people left with the specific intention of doing something nice for the boy. At 22, he was close to the age of most my students and about half my age. It didn't matter. He was cute and fit and funny. I flirted with him shamelessly, but he didn't seem to mind. We sank into a sofa, talking first about the debate, then of America, Iceland, and how different our countries are. It wasn't difficult to notice he was quite aroused sitting so close to me. His athletic sweatpants revealed he was going "commando." His was anything but small.
Not one to be shy, I leaned into him and whispered softly, "I still want to thank you for this evening." I reached into his pants. My little hand was just enough for a good grasp on his cock. Stroking him, I spoke softly, gently sharing how he felt to me and how I longed for him to let loose and enjoy my stroking, teasing, and my hands exploring him here, there, and everywhere.
He relaxed and let me take control, except he wanted to touch my breasts, I think for just a tad of extra stimulus. I made him wait for me to bare the girls until he was close to climaxing. As I sensed him getting close, I took my "Star Wars" top off. That was enough to send him over the edge. I held his cock and aimed his cum to explode onto my boobs and tummy! And wow, did he. I've been cum on before, but this was an absolute flood of jizz. It felt so good and slick and hot all over me. I played with the pearl jam, rubbing it here and there, tasting it, and teasing.
It was late so the exertion exhausted us both. He took a few bar towels, wet them with hot water from the bar sink, and cleaned me up. I used one of the towels to clean him up.
I put my top back on and he tucked himself back into his pants. With a sweet kiss, I scampered off to bed.
I was a bartender at nineteen. If I had a customer like you I may have stayed in the profession longer. I met my wife the following year. She had just turned 18. She was absolutely beautiful and, I found out quickly, very experienced in pleasuring young boys and that she took great pleasuring in doing so. I also found out, less than a year after we got married, that she didn’t consider being married a reason to limit her experiences of pleasure giving to just her husband. After a few such incidents it became clear that one of her turn ons was engaging in such pleasuring with people most of society would consider taboo and the more taboo the more exciting it was. One part of the taboo that upset me was her keeping it from me. When she was first “caught”, with my best friend (and best man at our wedding!), I didn’t leave her and she took that as meaning I didn’t mind her satisfying her urges with whomever she wished. 20 years later she was still hooking up with other “inappropriate” guys. Once even at a petty at our house. That night she left the party to go outside with the guy three times. The last time spending most of an hour with him. After everyone left I caught her sitting on the toilet and she was literally scooping his “leavings” out of herself. I took her hand, walked her to the living room, bent her over onto the pool table and we ruined the felt of the pool table with our “leavings”. It was clear the thing that turned her on most was actually fucking. She told me about her (first) time with my best man after his wife found out they had been together and told me about it. Since my wife could not deny it she did admit it and described how, in the 3 hours they were together, she got him hard 5 times. So it’s not just the thought of fucking someone that turns her on but the act itself that fuels even more desire. We celebrated our 50th anniversary a few months ago and even as recently as 3 years ago she hooked up with a guy while staying at the beach. She went by herself for a quick, Friday to Sunday, weekend. But then called me the second night to say she was going to stay the rest of the week. I know she was with someone because she came back very horny and just happened to mention in passing a guy that was there to renovate one of the condos in our building three doors down from our place. I’m not possessive. My high school sweetheart ended up running off with our English teacher a week after we graduated. I’ve just learned to let a woman be whoever she wants to be. Especially if I get to be the recipient of her passion as well. People I’ve told this too call me crazy because I’ve stayed with her. I tell them I’d be crazy if I left. ❤️
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DeleteHey Anonymous, thanks for sharing your story. It is heartening to read of a marriage that lasts while allowing flexibility and openness in sexual expression. I've never been one for monogamy because of my bisexuality and what some call my hyper sex drive. But I would hope that if I ever do marry, my partner might be as understanding and you. Again, thanks.
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