“Is this a situation you’ve played out before?”
That was her question. This was the answer:
In a crowded bar, standing at the bar. Told her to put her hands on the bar, keep them there and look straight ahead. I reached under the front of her skirt and put first one finger in her, then two, while leaning very close to her and telling her about how wet she was. Of course that only mad her wetter faster. I told her I was going to give her panties a tug so they would fall down around her ankles. Then she was to step out of them and continue standing with her hands on the bar. She shook her head, but said nothing. Then I did it and she gasped. The panties caught at her knees so I had to give a second tug.
I had to bend a little to flick her panties down her legs. I stood back up I started whispering in her ear again. I asked if she could feel the cold air on her pussy lips. She whispered yes. She was always a very wet girl, so I described how I imagined she might literally be dripping now. The panties were on the tops of her feet, so I told her to gently kick them off in a pile just in front of her.
I bent down, rubbing against her body. Picked up her panties, folded them neatly and put them on the bar in front of her. Her face was very red and she was taking gasping breaths. I leaned close and told her her panties were already wet so it was a good thing she took them off. I told her to slow down her breathing or someone might notice if the hadn’t already.
I reminded her that she was to keep her hands on the bar and keep looking ahead.
I leaned close to her and put my arm around her back , hand on opposite hip. Pulled her close, just like affectionate lovers might do nuzzling at the bar. I whispered in her ear that she was to spread her feet a little farther apart because I was going to make her cum with my fingers.
She shook he head and in an exhaled breath said just “people…”. There were people all around is at that point, ocaisionally bumping into us. The bar was pretty crowded. But also loud and dark and in NYC. I knew no one would pay any attention, but if they did notice they wouldn’t do anything. Ofc, I didn’t tell her that and I could tell her mind was racing by the way her eyes darted around as she tried to look around without moving her head from looking straight ahead as she was told. I repeated, “keep your hands on the bar” (later this became a code between us that I was about to touch her no matter where we were. Lol).
She had on a short skirt and because she was wearing six inch heels, I didn’t have to bend too far to put my middle finger in her cunt (I’m just under 2 meters tall). I kept holding her with my arm around her and talking in her ear. I alternated between rubbing her clit with my finger and then pushing it up inside her. I told her about how wet she was and wondered who knew around us what a slut she was just then. I could feel her breathing and shaking against me. I edged her once but then decided I just wanted to feel her lose control against me so I pinched her clit hard and then rubbed it hard and fast. She made little squeaking sounds when she came bc she was trying to control herself but she couldn’t. Her body shuddered against me.
Just after she came, face fully flushed, breathing ragged, the bartender, a cute punk girl came over and asked if she needed anything…
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