The following is a somewhat fictionalized retelling of my first encounter with a squirter. Names and dates have been changed for privacy reasons. The rest is an accurate retelling what remains one of my top three sexual experiences.

Me and my partner found ourselves mulling around a table at what had become our favorite bar in the area. We were fairly tense. About an hour earlier we were in the boardroom of a nearby engineering firm presenting our concept for their project. At stake was a seven figure deal and the room was very hard to read. We had pitched concepts to them before and had gotten used to a very neutral reaction but this contract was big, life changing money big so we were very much on edge. We were the last of three firms to present and by the time we left their offices it was around two in the afternoon and the final decision would be made by five. Months of work, our life's saving's, our dream's and everything else you could imagine was on the line. We had no choice but to wait. Three became four with no news. I tended to be the slightly more pessimistic one and the delay to me spelled doom but to my business partner Alex it meant we had given them a lot to consider as we were the smallest of the three firms and before we would be able to actually start work we would have to upgrade our offices. This was not met with negativity by the engineering firm. We had been involved in projects for a few years and we had a very good reputation with them. The other firms were bigger but less flexible and it gave us a real edge as the project was experimental and swifts in direction were expected. All and all we had, what I felt was like a one in six chance compared to one in three for the others. Alex got up and left for the rest room.

I remember looking at the wall clock over the entrance to the bar and seeing the minute hand strike four fifteen and as it did in walked a women so beautiful it made me forgot everything I had on my mind. Her soft wispy blonde curls bounced to her step. Her blue eyes radiated warmth that was further enhanced by the most sincere smile I had ever seen. She was on the phone and as she walked past I heard a voice laden with what I can only describe as butterflies. Her block heels clocked away on the floor as her floral dress contoured a figure that would make Aphrodite shake with envy. While walking she looked over her shoulder and found me looking her dead in the eye. In that moment I felt what had only been described to me in literature, in that second of eye contact I felt pure electricity. I could tell she saw and felt it too as she curled a smile and winked. She went to her table at the other end of the bar sitting with her back to me. As she sat down my attention returned to the present to see my partner return from the rest room looking peppy. He sat down and asked me if I checked my mail. I returned a dull no. At this moment my mind still hadn't returned to fretting over the contract. Shocked as he knew how impatient I can get. Back then I didn't miss a mail or a message for a moment, turns out at four fifteen just as that heavenly women waltzed into the bar and my thoughts we got the message that our bid was accepted. I checked my phone with utter surprise. My mind raced back to my work and although I was glad, me and Alex stuck around for anther two hours there celebrating, all I really cared about was Helen. At least that's what I had started calling her, in honor of that seductive Queen of Sparta.

Alex got a call at six thirty and stepped out. Helen had moved, instead of sitting with her back to the room she was now sitting facing the room and no longer wore a smile of warmth, her face had turned sadder, less vibrant but like a flower readying for the night, reluctantly so though. Alex came back only a few moments later and said he needed to leave. His girlfriend's dog got sick and he needed to go take her to the vet. I told him to take our van and go. My house was close and I could Uber home. Besides I was going no where while Helen was still here. Alex left and I sat at the bar for a moment. I looked at Helen and took a few moments to think. I wanted this women. Her ring fingers were the only ones empty so I figured im good on that front. I asked the barman what kinda drinks she had been ordering and asked him to put her next one on my tab. He just giggled at me and said sure. I decide I will wait until the barman approaches her. If she accepts my drink I am sure she wouldn't mind me going over to her table. If she declines the drink I wouldn't have intruded. The next few minutes pass in slow agony as I patiently wait to see how she reacts to the drink.

I see the barman going over, my heart starts to thump. He bends over to take her order and my heartrate doubles on the spot. She looks at me, I feel not so much see her looking at me. I hold her gaze and see that same smile curling at the edge of her lips. She nods to the barman. She's accepting? Her gaze returns to meet mine. She sits holding a mischievous smile. I see the barman walking up and I lean in listening to him. He asks me, "She saw you smoking cigars earlier and asked if you would care to share one of those with her as well?". I needed to restrain the idiot-happy smile forming on my face. I nod and tell the barman to give me her drink and a Milk Stout. I was surprised when he handed me a tumbler with pale golden liquid in it. "Just as old as her". Looking a bit disappointed at the barman I thought, noooo not some 18 year old girl, I was 27 at this point. He just points to the purple Glenfiddich bottle on the top shelf. "She's 21 tonight.". I had to fight anther idiot-smile. See when I turned 21 I had just gotten a big bonus at work and I bought myself a bottle of this very same whisky. There had I a cool quirky story that I shared when I arrived the table. After wishing her the happiest of birthdays I offered her a Montecristo Number 2 torpedo, I started to apologize for not having a smaller cigar to offer as large cigars are often difficult to smoke for beginner smokers, as I was still talking she asked me for the cutter and my lighter. She snipped the cigar and puffed it into life smoother than I normally do. She simply said "I like big things....". Her dull dry line delivery made those four words the ooze pure sex. I blushed and she laughed.

For the next thirty minutes or so we made small talk about whiskey, cigars and finally she told he her date stood her up. See she and her boyfriend took a break from each other two months prior. Tonight was the big reconnect but instead of coming to meet her. He had something at work come up. A common point of conflict for them. He was in his early thirties and had just made partner at a big law firm and sadly for her, his work was more important. He promised to take her to Cape Town over the weekend to make up but she told him to piss off as it was her birthday tonight not in three nights time. At around eight we both stopped trying to be coy and to my utter surprise I felt her foot in my crotch. Her toe nails were freshly manicured with neon orange nail polish. She started rubbing my dick slightly with the sole of stiletto.

I leaned in asked if she wanted some coffee and a joint? She giggled and eagerly agreed. I called the waiter and paid both tabs. Seeing that she drove to the bar she offered to drive us to my place which was about three blocks away. The drive over was short and by the time we got there I was already playing with her clit. The complex gate opened, we got to my unit and as I was fishing for keys in my back pocket she was already getting my belt off.

Stumbling inside, we essentially just fell onto the first piece of furniture we could find. That first tryst was short, rough and wild. Still essentially fully clothed, she just sat right on top of my dick and it just slid right it. As she reached the bottom of the first stroke I knew I wasn't going to last long and I told her so, she laughed and simply started riding me full force. With each stroke she got tighter and by the time she was coming down for the seventh stroke I shot my load which I could feel made her pussy tense up even more around me and as I grabbed her shoulders to ram her down on me she started screaming and squirted out my cock. My cum and pussy juice went everywhere. Her body quivered for a few seconds before our eyes locked on. A feeble, "Sorry for the mess but I was horny" came in soft apology for the mess she made. Looking around I started laughing. "So squirting is real!!!" I exclaimed. This made her erupt into a snort laughing fit. She blushed and told her to come with me upstairs.

Part 2 to come