The Bar Scene
Picture this………….
We are in a bar, a popular haunt, and it’s halfway through a Friday night. The place is packed, conversation is animated, and the vibe is high. Lights are subdued, and the music is definitely helping the mood.
You are wearing a skirt, but no knickers, and are sitting on a stool at the bar itself.
Me? Just hanging out, standing by your side, and we are into each other, touching lightly here and there, and enjoying the scene.
The bar packs in the crowd| some are dancing, others just milling around between groups………Your legs are crossed over, as you are sitting on the stool, but as the bar is packed, I have to lean into you, so that your right shin is touching my trous3rs. You know this, as slowly you move your leg back and forth, rubbing my sex through my pants.
I like this, becaus3 my cock starts to become erect. By clenching my buttocks and through muscle control, I make my cock ‘jump’ ever so slightly, but just enough for you to be able to feel what I am doing.
You smile.
And then reach down with your right hand to feel my member, seeking out the zip which you unfasten. Deftly, with your forefinger and thumb, you release my sex from my pants, pulling me closer.
Oooph! There are dozens around us, but no-one notices as you run your thumb under the head of my sex, where it is so sensitive that you bring me to an erection in no time. Then you seek out the pre-cum, and run this over the head.
The trick is to keep our conversation going and to of course carry on drinking, as though nothing is happening………but it is! You ‘mouthe’ to me that your pussy is feeling moist, and that you can feel your lips slowly swelling. I have to touch you there, just to run my fingers along the lips, and to see if I can open them a little – mmmm, how?
As I edge between you and the bar, you turn to face me on the stool, and unhook you legs so that these are now hanging down either side of the stool, enough for me to subtly place my hand between your legs. With outstretched fingers……I can just feel the folds of your pussy lips as they peek through your bushy pubic hair, and YES, the wetness has come through.
Who knows what we are doing? Can anybody see us? We look around, and no, it's as though we are alone, and nobody knows what we are up to!
You edge ever so slightly closer on you stool, so that I am now standing between your legs. We are each holding our glasses, and drinking….this is our party, and all is well. But I am so excited, that I reach down, take my sex, and rest it on the stool between your legs.
The bar is now very full, with people all around us. A perfect excus3 for us to get closer, but as we do so, my sex is now pushing against the swollen lips of your pussy. With my pre-cum and your wetness, the head slips in, like a hot knife through butter. My thighs thrust a little, and I am so inside you – but all the while, we try to act normal, talking and drinking.
Again, through muscle control, you squeeze your pussy around my sex, gripping it tight, whilst I simultaneously ‘pump’ it up and down. We are both very arous3d, and I want to fill you with my cum.
And I do, as we cum together….but we slowly disengage at the bar before retiring home….
….where we play with each other, and lick and suck and look before becoming one, deep, mess.
