Eaten Out While Sexting

Eaten Out While Sexting

A stranger began to pleasure me while I was sexting with my boyfriend.

On Saturday evening, my friends and I went out to a bar. I wore a white top with no bra underneath and a pair of tiny shorts—partly for comfort, and partly because I liked feeling other people's eyes on me. There were three of us: me, Leslie, and Charlie. We were sitting at home drinking wine when Leslie suddenly suggested going somewhere. I hesitated for a moment, then texted my boyfriend:

“Leslie wants to go to a bar. You don't mind, do you?”

“Of course not. Go have some fun,” Randy replied.

So there we were at the bar. Loud music was playing, the place was packed, and everyone was talking and laughing. The atmosphere was great. Charlie brought over three glasses of wine.

“To a great night!”

The clink of the glasses briefly cut through the bass. Since the girls were single, they kept checking out guys left and right.

“Look at that hottie,” Charlie said, pointing at a stranger by the bar in a white shirt.

“Yeah, he's hot,” Leslie agreed.