Oh goddddd, he was stroking my ass! My weakness!Īs my stories also suggest, I LOVE my ass touched. I didn't want to waste more of my date's time and was also ready to go home, satisfied with my clandestine flirting, when suddenly I shivered. I thought about how crazy it was to be this hard from an older man's knee when my drop-dead gorgeous date couldn't even make me twitch. My dick was absolutely throbbing, heart rate surging, but my date had no idea since the bar was so loud and packed. I nearly passed out I was so turned on!! We were now both aware of what was happening, so he either didn't mind, or enjoyed it! So, I made my intentions clear with a playful butt shake, but still he didn't budge! To my surprise, my coquettish rub was again met with nothing. I returned to my date trembling with desire.Īlmost immediately, I stepped back to reconnect our bodies. I apologized shyly, but he was deep in conversation and looked as though he hadn't noticed my actions. He was sitting on the edge of a table and the back of my thigh had been grazing his knee. Bingo! There was the suited daddy looking fine as hell. While masking my true intentions, I turned naturally and looked behind. Was I getting hard for a chair.?įinally I caved I had to find out what was there. Did he know I knew? Was it even him? Our seductive mind game had my penis pulsating but his body remained motionless. Our contact became more frequent as my twists morphed into wanton grinds.
This only made me hornier since I could now feign ignorance. The guy still hadn't moved and probably believed I thought he was furniture. I wasn't even positive it was the suited daddy-or a person at all!-but the mere possibility excited me. Back and forth, every few seconds I'd sway to meet him again, quickly followed by boner growth. The touch was electric and I was now almost entirely focused on swiping against this man. But with certain men, ones that just do it for me, I bone up involuntarily. I've even had embarrassing experiences with extremely sexy guys where I couldn't get it up because they weren't quite my type. This surprised me because even though I'm a horny individual, I often don't get hard unless plied correctly. Apparently enough to strain my pants with just one brush.
So when I saw his chest hair popping out the attraction was instant. If you couldn't tell from my other stories, collared shirts on big men drive me insane. Burly, salt and pepper, 45ish, and to top it off he wore a sport coat and unbuttoned white shirt. I was pretty sure a drool-worthy guy who'd just passed was behind me. A minute before my farewell though, the back of my thigh accidentally brushed against something which gave me an instant boner. I was sad since I wanted to stick around and chat with the daddies, but couldn't be rude to my date. Unfortunately for my chances of getting laid, our conversation was dying. I love feeling like prey for older men, especially when I'm one of the youngest in the room. The bar was packed with guys 10-30 years older than my 25 which just drives me wild. My date was apparently waiting for a response and I had to ask him to repeat his question. We snuck flirtatious smiles while maintaining our mutual conversations, though I got a bit too distracted. My dick stirred when I locked onto a sexy bear a few feet away. While we drank near the back, I eyed the patrons gleefully. I wore dark red khakis that popped my bubble and a fitted black polo tucked in. My date and I stuck out like sore thumbs: both tall, shaved, younger, thinner, in tighter clothes than the rest. My kryptonite is tall, hairy, gruff daddies and these men checked those boxes. I'd never been here since my friends prefer twink venues, but the older clientele immediately piqued my interest. We arrived and I bought us a round of ridiculously strong vodka sodas. At this point I was tipsy and he mentioned a gay bar so I thought I might salvage the night. But, when he suggested we try another place, I agreed since I didn't want to head home early on a Friday. He paid for two drinks, we spoke about nothing out of the ordinary, you get the picture. But for sex purposes, I can't get horny unless a guy is masculine. Don't get me wrong, I'm not disparaging feminine gay men-I have many friends who are that I love. He was tall, fit and perfectly friendly, but the silences were awkward and his feminine mannerisms wilted my penis. Last Friday, I went on a date with a very handsome man sadly, there was no chemistry. I've written it down as accurately as I can remember. This is a true story that happened last week.