True Sex Stories: All It Takes Is A Summer Dress

He was tall, athletic, with a penchant for tight clothes, as many guys there. I wanted him to fuck me. And all it took was a summer dress and a beer.

September was still summer in Barcelona. Long, warm days, and streets full of good looking boys and girls, still pretending summer will be forever. I missed Barcelona. During the summer break from college I went back to my parent's house in a small town. That meant sex was a difficult acomplishment.  I had no place of my own and boys and men were like a re-run of an old TV show. I got plenty of attention, I'm always a novelty when I come back but I was no longer interested in them, I already wanted something new.

So I was back on Barcelona, horny and lonely. Both my flatmates were still away, as well as most of my friends. Fortunately, all that it takes to be invited to a party is a summer dress and a 1 liter beer. I went to a centric square that is packed with tourists, hipsters, and most of all, skaters. I sat there, on the evening sun, drinking carelessly and enjoying the scene. I observed the skaters. They were focused, constant, they never gave up, they always get back up again, no matter what. I have to learn from them.

One skater approached me and asked if he could have a sip of my beer. We started talking. It was a bit boring, actually. I didn't care. He had a nordic accent. I asked him if he knew any parties tonight, and of course he knew, he was attending one, and I was very welcome to join. We exchanged numbers and decided to meet there again in a few hours. When I went back there were a few other guys with him and we went together to a nearby flat in the old town. There there were about 50 people there, mostly guys, and a few girls. It was the quintaessential skater party. Everything was interchangeable with a miryad of parties that were happening at the same time in Barcelona. The clumsy decoration, the cheap alcohol, the smell of pot, the loud music, the foreign skaters. There was nothing memorable, but I wasn't looking for that today.  I took a look around, trying to be social, and one of them caught my eye. He was tall, athletic, with a penchant for tight clothes, as many guys there. I wanted him to fuck me. And all it took was a summer dress and a beer.

He smelled beautiful. I told him so and we engaged in a conversation, about skating, summer, Barcelona… Nordic accent too. The guy with who I came into the party didn't seem to mind me speaking with him. He was stoned, playing videogames with other guys, totally absent from the rest of the party. We continued with our ritual. I touched my hair, I laughed, he laughed back, I smiled, he smiled back, I looked him in the eyes, and he always stared me back. I liked that. Later we would look each other in the eye again, but I'd be on my knees. We kept talking for a while and then I took my cue when he invited me to check his collection of broken skateboards. We left the party and walked into his room.

He surprised me when he kissed me against the door, barely after we closed it. He pressed his body against mine, and his hands started lifting my dress, while I placed mine around his neck. I was overwhelmed, by his tongue, his lips, his body, his hands, his breath, his smell, and started to faint of excitement. I enjoyed his desire. I started to feel my knees weaken, as I was anticipating his naked body and his cock, that I could feel already through his pants. I stopped his hands from undressing me and pushed him into the bed. I stood there and slowly undressed in front of him. I loved how he looked at me. Once I was naked, I went down on my knees and waited for him to undress. His cock was already hard when he approached me and caressed my head. I didn't need any other signal and started sucking his cock. We heard the party, the laughs, the music and the broken glass through the walls and door, but inside, only his cock mattered to me. I tried to have his whole size in my mouth and hold it there, while I looked him in the eye. His hands grabbed my head, for a minute I thought he was going to fuck my mouth, I wanted him to, but he just grabbed my hair gently. I didn't suck him for long, I was too horny, too eager to be fucked. When he penetrated me, it was like satiating a hunger. I moaned and screamed. I was loud. I'm usually loud, but I wanted to be louder that night, I wanted them all to know that he was fucking me. I came on all fours, a few minutes before he did. I had a loud, intense orgasm that pushed out of my mind any other thought.

Later, my legs still trembling while we were laying in bed, I was thinking that I wanted to give him something to remember. A few weeks from now, the details are probably slipping through our minds. It was just another hookup in just another party. I wanted him to remember me forever, I wanted to tell him to bring another girl, to bring another boy, to spank me, to come on my face, to call me whore, to grab my hair, fuck my face and slap me. But I didn't.

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