It was long before Covid19 and I was working on a stressful campaign that was coming to an end. As per usual, with the end of a campaign we had to celebrate, we went for drinks at a nearby pub. As the drinks flowed strangers joined in our group and we were all drinking and chatting. Soon many of my colleagues left. One of the guys sitting next to me started making smalltalk. He wasn't my type at all. He was short and stout and wore shorts. Ag, whatever. We were chatting, nothing much. After many glasses of gin and tonic sitting side by side at the bar, with the music blasting our legs touched ever so slightly and wooooo! The hairs on my legs responded to this funny unattractive guy. He must have felt it too because he moved his leg close to mine again. Again, I felt it. He looked at me and motioned for me to come closer, I did. He whispered something about his place around the corner and then m dipped his tongue in my ear, tongue fucking my ear slowly, don't know about you but that always makes me wet. My pussy was wet and I felt dizzy. He picked up my handbag and gave me his hand. I was putty in his hands. We walked to his place where we fucked as soon as we were inside, all night long, in every single position we could do. I woke up early the next morning took a shower and called a cab.