I slept with a famous football player in a bar

Some people dream of live a crazy night of love with a football star since their adolescence and fantasize in front of their small screen at each World Cup. As far as I’m concerned, it’s never been my case, I’ve never had this daring fantasy. I’ve always rather had a thing for firefighters or lifeguards at sea. But the summer of my 25th birthday, I had an experience that changed my perception of things somewhat.

I had separated from my boyfriend for a very simple reason: we were bored together and we were far too young for that. And after our breakup, it was therefore alone that I left for the United States to spend the month of August. I am silent engaged as a volunteer in a small museum of Pittsburgh. Every day, I went to work there and I organized artistic workshops for underprivileged children in the area, those who had not had the chance to go on vacation. After a few days, I must admit that I was bored. I slept with the locals and, however nice she was, the old lady who put me up for free in return for two daily walks of her dogs was not exactly the dream company for a 25-year-old girl. So I suggested one evening to my colleagues at the museum to go out after work. One of them suggestedgo see a baseball gameto introduce the “little Frenchwoman” to this typical sport.

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An unlikely meeting in a stadium

The stadium was only half full that night, so it was almost impossible not to notice this a bunch of noisy Italians sitting a few rows in front of us. One of my colleagues suddenly exclaimed “Oh my God. I think it’s the Milan players. I love them.” Knowing nothing about it and being in a joking mood, I then got up to ask our neighbors in the stands if they were really footballers. One of them laughed and answered me with a sharp accent: “I’ll give you the answer if you join us tonight at the bar”. And he wrote the name of the bar on my arm.

Once the game was over, I was planning to go home when my fellow football fan tugged at my sleeve. “Come on please come with me, just 30 minutes, so I can ask them for autographs”. Good luck and having nothing better to do, I followed him, and we walked to a nice bar with a wooden front. On the inside, the atmosphere was subdued. Navy blue painted walls, exposed beams, lit candles on the tables, cubicles with threadbare leather banquettes and a long shiny bar behind which a bartender was mixing cocktails at lightning speed. “Ah, French !” a voice called out to me from the back of the bar. The Italians were seated in two booths side by side and were chatting briskly.

“I let him put his hands on mine and stick to me”

The one who had challenged me at the stadium, and when we entered the bar, wasn’t my type at all. A slim-fitting white shirt slightly open on a silver chain, black pants pulled up to the ankles, hair slicked back with gel. He shifted on the bench so that I sat next to him. After grabbing a margarita at the bar, I sat down there. I thought I would only stay a few minutes while Steven asked for his autographs, but finally, the evening stretched out in a surprisingly pleasant way. A was therefore a professional football player, traveling for a few days with his team for a friendly match. I didn’t know anything about football, so the conversation didn’t revolve around that at all, I think that’s why it was so pleasant. We discussed cinema, music, travel, gastronomy. After my second drink, Steven gave me a sign for us to leave, but I wanted to stay. So I wrote him a message discreetly to tell him to leave without me.

In the meantime, A had ordered me a cocktail and invited me to go play a game of billiards. I had hardly ever played it and after a few strokes, it stood behind me to guide me in my movements. I was fully aware that I was in a scene worthy of a romantic comedy, but I didn’t care. Intoxicated by the cocktails, and its very musky scent, I let him put his hands on mine and stick to me. I felt his hands slide on my hips casually, and his breath on my neck. Once the game of billiards is over, I went out to get some air, to clear my mind a bit and lean against the wall at the corner of the bar. He followed me a few minutes later. “How are you?” he asked me, approaching me. “Bene” I then replied with a half-smile.

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“I unbuttoned his pants, biting his earlobe”

And there, we clearly went from Love Actually to 50 Shades of Grey. He put his hand on the wall just behind my head, then walked over and came to put his lips on mine. Slowly at first, then more passionately. He was stroking my tongue with his as his hands slid up my back under my tank top and down my ass. It was I who took the initiative to go even further. Suddenly, I turned it over and went to pin it to the wall, placing myself in front of him. Then I started to unbutton his shirt. I slipped my hand under the fabric and caressed perfectly shaped hairless pecs. I felt the tip of her nipples harden in contact with my fingers. I then ventured a little further and came to touch his crotch. He laughed, took me by the hand, and led me a few meters further in the parking lot of the bar located at the back of the establishment, behind closed doors. The parking lot was almost empty except for two cars, probably those of the bartender and the waitress.

He made me sit facing him on the hood from the one at the end of the parking lot, then quickly, he took off my panties. In a hurry, I unbuttoned his pants, while biting his earlobe. He tore open the wrapper of a condom he had in his pocket with his teeth, then put it on. It was fast and intense, I don’t know exactly how long we spent in this car park, probably barely ten minutes. I rememberhaving cummed with his hand buried in his brown hair, her back pressed against the bonnet of this car and her pelvis lifted by her powerful hands. I remember hearing him gasp in my ear seconds later. We got dressed quickly, then returned to the bar where we shared a cigarette. Once it was over, we headed inside. I haven’t sat down, I took my things then I gave him a wave and a smile, and left without looking back.

This somewhat crazy story without a future taught me one thing: you have to know how to give free rein to your instincts. Sex can be fun, can be unexpected, and should always be experienced 100%.

Loïse is addicted to current events, to TV series which she consumes whenever she has the time, to comics, to running which she practices whether it rains or snows, and…