I am wearing a mid-thigh black pleated skirt and a white blouse when I walk into the crowded bar.
I find an open seat in a corner and begin to scan the crowd. The bartender greets me and I order a scotch, neat; I take a warm sip as my eyes continue searching.
I’ve spotted you now, and from the smirk on your lips it’s clear you’ve already spotted me. You bring your glass to your mouth and take a slow sip, tilting it slightly in my direction as you move to set it back down. I shift in my seat, anxious for the night to begin.
I pull a small mirror and a deep red lipstick from my handbag and carefully apply the crimson shade to my lips. I know you are watching from your seat across the way. I feel a dampness beginning to wet the thin fabric of my panties as I take my time finishing up and pat my newly painted lips with a napkin. I look up and shoot a smile in your direction. Your eyes look dark and I give my thighs a tight squeeze. I know we are both distracted by the knowledge that in just a few hours this very lipstick will match the ring at the base of your swollen cock.
I put the lipstick and mirror back into my bag and take a gulp of my drink. My cellphone vibrates next to me on the table, and I glance at the screen. It’s a message from you, two words:
A slight flick of my hand and my keys have fallen to the floor. I stand up to retrieve them just as the bartender returns to ask me if I’d like another drink.”Hmm..” I ponder as I bend to pick up my fallen keys. I catch his eyes following the length of my legs upwards and I fumble with the keys to ensure he gets a good look at my ass beneath my skirt. “I’ll grab another scotch” I respond with a flirty smile as I straighten myself back upright. “Of course,” he grins and rushes back to the bar.
My phone vibrates again, you aren’t pleased with my little display. I catch your eye and hold your gaze, my hand running down my hips to rest on my lap... I spread my legs just slightly, my finger tracing circles on my thigh. You take another sip of your drink while you watch me. I glance at the bar - the bartender is still busy with other patrons. I spread my legs a little further, revealing smooth skin and a black silk thong. The thong is riding up in the front a little bit. I watch you carefully as I slowly move the hand in my lap lower to slip one finger beneath the fabric of my panties. I tease myself there gently, eyes still on you sitting across the room. You take another sip of your drink, and I slip my wet finger into my mouth... I draw my hand back to the table as the bartender approaches with my drink. We chat for a little while as he asks me about my plans for the evening. I ask about him, he wants to be a pilot.
He offers his number - I take it. The exchange lasted about 7 minutes.I look over at you and can see you’ve gotten another drink as well. You are grinning, and a flutter deep in my stomach moves down passed my waist as I wonder what you’re thinking. The bar isn’t as full now.
I walk to the bar and settle my tab before heading to your booth. You watch the bartender eyeing me as I make my way over to you and take a seat. Your hand goes to the small of my back as you pull me closer to you and suddenly your mouth is on my ear. The warmth of your breath on my neck sends an electric current through my whole body.
“D’you enjoy flirting with the bartender?” Your finger is running down my arm now.
“Mmm” I mumble, distracted by the attention my ear is getting.
Your voice grows deeper. “Do you find it humorous to have me watch you with him?” You tilts my face to look at you, eyes dancing but dark.
I clear my throat, “I was just teasing you.” I reply with a cheeky smile.
“Teasing...”you repeat, kissing the smile on my mouth. Your tongue traces my bottom lip before slipping inside to tease my own. I lean into you and the kiss deepens, my hands begin to wander until you abruptly pull away.
“I’ve brought you something”, you slide a small rectangular box across the table. I open it to find a silver looking kind of egg. It is heavy in my hands and I am looking it over when suddenly it vibrates. Eyes wide I look up at you, excited.
You order me to the ladies’ room to try it on.
I get to the washroom and remove the egg from the box. Sliding it up inside of me I take a minute to savor the feeling of its weight. Already without the vibrations turned on I can feel the power of this toy. I wonder what you expect me to accomplish with this in, and feel myself growing wetter by the second as I imagine what you will do with this new toy. I wash my hands and look in the mirror before heading back out to you. My face is flushed with excitement and an already building pleasure.
As I am walking back to our table, you catch my eye and I am forced to breathe in a sharp breath of air as a pulsing sensation fills me. Regaining my composure I try to remain steady as I close the small distance between us. By the time I arrive at the table, you’ve shut it off.
“How’s it feel baby?” You growl in my ear.
You show me a small metallic remote, on its face are 12 functions.
“What you just felt was level two.” you tell me, flicking the second level function back on. My hips arch slightly forward at this and I gasp quietly.
“I want you to go talk to your bartender again.” you say.
“Excuse me?” I say, taken aback.
“You said you liked teasing me. Now we have evened the playing field.” You respond, flashing a white toothy smile. “Go flirt with your bartender, I’ll be here watching.” You turn off the remote and beckon me towards the bar.
A bit disoriented I comply and walk briskly over to the bar. Almost immediately, the bartender returns to greet me. He’s smiling. “Hello again!”
“Hello,” I take a deep breath. “I thought I’d come back over now that it’s slowed down. I’d love to hear more about your dreams to be a pilot..”
“Oh yeah! It’s pretty cool flying a plane...” He begins to tell me about his first experience flying a plane and was just moving on to the impact of weather when a sudden wave of pleasure takes over me. I let out a sigh.
“Oh I’m sorry, I get so caught up in what I’m saying that I forget that sometimes it’s boring to those not studying it.” the bartender replies.
“No no,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady. “you weren’t boring me at all!” I flash him a winning smile, while the thrumming continues inside of me. “But maybe I could grab a drink before we continue? I’d love a glass of wine.” The vibrations pick up and I nearly whimper. My nipples are standing erect and are at this point visible through the light padding of my bra.
“Of course” he says excitedly and turns to fetch the wine.
I glance back at you sitting in your booth and the the sensations strengthen a bit. You give me a quick wave and point back at the bar. I direct my attention forward once more as the bartender returns with a large glass of red wine. “This one’s on me,” he lets out, eyes trailing down to my chest. “Maybe you’re free to grab a coffee sometime?”
“That could probably be arranged.” I smile. “I have your number.” He excuses himself and goes to help other guests. I am aware that by now my panties have soaked right through and decide to make a detour to the washroom on my way back to the table. Once inside, I slip them off and throw them in the trash.
You are laughing when I return to the table.
“Only got you up to a level five there and you looked ready to crumble.” Your left hand quickly slides under my bottom and pulls me up so I am sitting on your lap, while your other hand slips under my dress. You let out a sharp breath. “Someone’s lost their panties.” you grin.
You trace your finger tip over my slit, adding a little more pressure each time. Your thumb pushes firmly against my clit and you reach out and grab the remote, pushing the function six button. You pull me against you to kiss me as I let out a soft moan. I can feel how hard you are against my ass, and I want to touch you but you hold down my hands and whisper, “not yet”.
I can only hope that our booth is dark enough and the crowd has dispersed enough that we are not drawing attention to ourselves. But then I think of the bartender and blush. I turn my head to look back and another wave hits me: function seven.
“You want to know if he’s watching.”, you say in a low voice. I shudder as your thumb’s pressure increases and I near the edge. “If you must know, he is, although he is pretending to hide it.”
Hearing this really gets me going. I moan again, a little louder this time, and you grab me by the neck and push me harder against your now throbbing cock. I am wet enough now that small trails are dripping down the insides of my legs. Your fingers moving expertly around my most sensitive area and the pulse of the toy inside me is almost too much and I’m rocking now. You turn the egg off and remove your fingers from my hot cunt. “Not yet” you say again. You trail your fingers across my collarbones and neck for what seems like an eternity.
I look up and the bar has cleared out pretty well. The bartender has left the room and other than the two of us there is a lonely patron at the bar and another couple sitting closer by the door.
I stand and turn around to face you, my eyes wild. Licking my lips, my eyes trail down to the well defined lump in your pants. You unzip your pants and I sit straddling atop you as you slip your fantastic cock out from your jeans. I take a moment to remove the egg, and slip it into my purse. It takes me a while to accommodate your size as I lower myself onto you, eager and wet.
Slowly you fill me completely and then some. I’ve never felt this full in my life. I lift my ass a little and rock my hips forward and then to the side, feeling you hot inside of me. I repeat this motion, hands through your hair I pull you further into me. Your hands trail down my back and on to my ass where you give me a light slap. I rock forward faster now, hardly discrete anymore. The lone patron at the bar gets up and leaves but the couple stay behind - Let them watch.
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