The Bar - Sex Stories

The Bar

... sexy. It's always feels like a cross between assessment and lust. We talked about a variety of things and I think he mentioned acess to my tits. I adjusted my dress top so he just had to put his hand inside to touch me which he did. He fondled my tits and then pinched my nipple. So hard. He has such strong fingers. You can't cry out in pain in public. You just have to absorb it. Let it wash over you. Keep silent except for my changed breathing, panting as the pain swirls round my body and always straight to my clit. He gave both nipples his attention. Pinching, twisting, pulling them. Leavening them sore throbbing tender and possibly a little bruised. I love it. He stroked my knee and my thigh. Inching his hand under my skirt. My thighs parting for him to give him acess. When he touched me he found me wet. He rubbed my clit. Starting slowly and speeding up until his finger was flying over my aroused clit. Commenting that it was hard and swollen. He took his fingers from my cunt and put them in my mouth to suck and then did something that really turned me on. He sucked them himself! More kisses. More nipple pain. There in the middle of the pub. But I no longer saw it any more I only saw him. His hand kept returning under my dress. He stopped rubbing me when someone walked past at first and then he just kept going. I was so wet I could smell my cunt juice. That horny aroma of aroused woman. His was masterbating me now and I knew I was getting closer. I asked him to be careful as I was close. I was not going to cum without permission. He said I could cum with him. And within seconds I was flooding his hands and cumming on his fingers. His dirty slut. Cuming in public. Flushed and breathless. Hopefully quietly. I'd lost it by then! And then to my joy as I'd slid to the edge of the seat. He impaled me in his fingers and filled my sticky cunt. Nice way to spend a Tuesday afternoon. I recommend it.