Welcome everyone to F*ck Like a Woman, episode 6. Today we’re sharing our sexy story of the week inspired by real people and real events that might encourage some playful exploration or ignite some passion to bring back to your lover. This story is about an unexpected attraction between a conservative accountant and a tattooed bartender.
John closed his laptop and rubbed his temples, the week catching up to him. He was done with today, it was Friday and his friend Andrew was celebrating getting transferred to the sister building in Tulsa. He was supposed to meet them for happy hour, but he was 30 minutes late. He grabbed his things off the desk and clicked off the lights around his corner office. He left there looking forward to the night ahead, John had many good times with Andrew and would be sad to see him go, but he was happy his friend was moving on to bigger and better things. John stepped into the elevator a liberated man ready to unwind from a 60 hour work week. When the doors closed, he loosened his tie and undid his top button. John was strong and handsome, a God-fearing religious man, whose drive and determination brought him to the head of the finance department of a major corporation at the tender age of twenty-nine. With short brown hair and deep blue eyes, John was quite striking. But he would not deter from his goals of having the perfect job and the perfect family. Not only fit in the eyes of the Lord, but in the eyes of his boss – who he hoped to replace one day.
As he pulled up in his Uber to the address, he was taken aback as to why Andrew would choose such a dismal place. It was called “Ryan’s Pub”, and it looked like a dump. He walked inside, and was met with the sounds of glasses clinking and “Dropkick Murphy’s” playing on the jukebox. Catching up with his friends before offering everyone the next round on him, John found his way over to the bar.
Pulling out his wallet to start a tab, he turned his head and saw eyes so green he almost forgot to take a breath. Maze had black hair that fell just past her shoulders and a shirt that barely covered her breasts. She wore a pair of high waisted shorts that showed her ass and complemented the curve of her hips. Her long legs ended in a pair of black combat boots. She was covered in tattoos. “Hey there, what can I get you?” His eyes shot to the ring protruding from the right side of her pouty red lips; then to the tattoos on her throat and chest before meeting her gaze. She leaned over on the bar, so her breasts were just visible down her cut up Slayer t-shirt. Was this really happening?, he wondered to himself. “Uh (clears throat), I’ll take a whisky neat please” he choked out. She flashed a set of perfect teeth before heading off to grab his drink. He watched her ass as she stepped away. John quickly changed his mind about going home early. When she came back to take his card, she glanced at the name and back at him. Something devious behind her smile made his ears hot. “Nice to meet you, Johnny boy. I’m Maze” she said with a wink and walked away to stow the card and tend to other patrons.
John made his way back to his friends, but kept one eye on her the rest of the night. The place had gotten busy and after a few hours reminiscing about all the good times they’d had with Andrew, it was getting late. Andrew was about to call it a night, but John knew this was his chance to make his way to the bar for some alone time with this mysterious new girl he’d been admiring all night.
Finding an empty bar stool, he noticed the pub had a better feel after some drinks, and he’d grown fond of it. When he looked over, he met again with the green eyes he had gotten lost in just hours before. She was leaning against a cooler looking at him. “Can I get ya another whiskey?” Seeing his glass was empty he opted for another.
When she came back with his drink, he stole a look at the tattoos covering her neck and throat. She had a large moth like creature on her neck and a lamp in the middle of her chest surrounded by intricate designs and details. And he couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to have that lip ring between his teeth, to bite and suck on as he teased her. He imagined how it would feel wrapped around his cock.
There was something about Maze; she resembled someone he’d known once before. Suddenly it came to him; it was a girl from college he’d met in art class. She had tattoos and piercings just like Maze that he stared at from the row behind her. He recalled how many hours he spent daydreaming imagining how far they probably traveled down her body. Occasionally he caught a glance at her breasts as she leaned down to get her bag. He’d always wanted to ask her out, but his mother would have beat him with the bible. At the time he was dating the daughter of the organist at his church. His mother had hand-picked her, and she was her idea of perfect in the Lord’s eyes: clean, pristine, and above all, Godly. John remembered yawning through their whole first date. She eventually broke it off with him, but her company was not missed. John was too busy thinking of the girl from art class as he pleasured himself to sleep in his dorm to thoughts of her climbing on top of his desk and shoving her breasts into his face, playfully distracting him from his studies. And now here he was, wishing Maze would do the same.
The sound of pool balls slamming together brought him back from his daydream. As the minutes rolled on, John and Maze found themselves enamored by each other’s company, exchanging interesting details about their lives and finding it amusing how much they actually had in common, yet intrigued by their differences. The melodic tone of her voice made John curious to know what it would sound like as a moan in his ear. He sipped his whiskey feeling the warmth spread throughout his body and wondering how warm she would feel inside of her.
“Well John, I’m glad you guys came in. It’s nice to see some new faces.” When she winked at him with those piercing green eyes, he felt a rush of desire overcome him. He had to keep it cool though; this wasn’t like him. Realizing the pub was about to close, he asked her for her number and was pleased when she grabbed his phone and texted herself, making sure he couldn’t forget her.
John and Maze spent the next few weeks together, meeting up at the pub every afternoon when he got off work, and her stealing any free days she had away from the bar. It was a surprisingly fast pace for John who was always so methodical and career focused, not usually one to let a woman distract him from his career pursuits. But they had actually been taking it slow and didn’t want to rush getting physical because they both felt there was something really special about their connection.
Saturday night, they had plans for a date and both felt the excitement of knowing something more was in store. A whole evening of sexual tension and playful flirting led to a very intense Uber ride home. In the car, Maze looked at John like she was looking into his mind, like she could see he wanted her straddling him, taking in every inch. John needed to collect himself, he couldn’t take his eyes off her bare legs; he wanted to put his hand between her thighs as her dress climbed shorter with every bump in the road. He was completely losing it.
When they reached his apartment and got inside, he tossed his keys on the counter and came up behind her. She let out a loud moan as he gripped her panties through her dress and rubbed until he felt her body moisten over her clothes. He slipped his hand under her dress from behind and beneath her panties, slipping his finger along her wet pussy until he sank his finger inside her. Her body almost went limp, bending forward against the counter in complete surrender. He slipped another finger in, she moaned, then he slipped another finger in and she moaned even louder.
Wanting more of her, John led her down the hall to the shower and undressed her. Maze unzipped him as she kissed down his chest and stomach. Soaking in the steaming hot water, her breasts dripping wet as he pulled her close to his chest. Her pink nipples were hard, waiting for his mouth to suck and bite them. John bit into her supple lips, sucking on her lip ring. Then, Maze took his face and shoved him down on his knees; she wrapped her leg around his neck and shoved his face into her pussy, tightening her grip on his hair. The taste of her sweetness in his mouth was almost enough to cum. He stroked his cock, enveloped by her soft thighs and sexy smell. She grabbed his hair as he licked her clit methodically, knowing just where to kiss and slide his tongue. He felt her grip tighten as he slid his fingers deep inside her tight pussy making her moan. Her sounds made him ravenous. She grabbed his head deeper into her pussy, unable to control her trembling legs, shaking as she came in his mouth. John stood up and turned her around, bending her over against the wall, gripping her waist, as he put a condom on and slid inside. Her pussy was so tight and wet from cuming that he just wanted to lick her all over again. Staring at this amazingly sexy creature in front of him, he wanted to bite her neck and every inch of her seductive tattoos. Her ass bouncing and back glistening as the water dripped off her body. He’d never been with a woman where he felt almost animalistic, so primal and raw. John was weak in the knees. He squeezed her breasts and let out one final climactic moan as he gripped her juicy ass. He leaned into the wall barely holding himself up with his legs slightly twitching from the full body convulsion of his orgasm.
In the afterglow of that night, John thought to himself that maybe, just maybe, his life could be opened up for new possibilities; that maybe he could loosen the reins just a little bit on his otherwise tightly held lifestyle. He wondered what might lie in store for his future with Maze; what kind of adventures could they have together? What kind of colors could she bring into his life that he hadn’t let himself explore since he was a child. He wondered if maybe he’d found someone with whom he could travel into the unknown, to find more than just life inside the narrow box where he’d been existing for the last 29 years.
That’s it for today everyone; stay tuned for the next episode of F*ck Like a Woman. We’ll be discussing how to tell if you’ve lost yourself in your relationship and how to find your way back. This episode is also helpful if you suspect this has happened to your partner. Stay tuned, it’s gonna be good.
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