The Bar - Sex Stories

The Bar

I walk into the crowded bar with some friends of mine. Almost immediately I see you in the corner playing pool. At first all I see is your nice ass in a snug pair of jeans bending over the table to make a corner pocket shot. The way that you handle the stick makes me wonder how you would handle your cock if I was the hole that you were aiming for. Faintly I hear my name being called and then a tug on my arm. I had been caught daydreaming, just standing there staring. I turn and follow my friends deeper into the bar. The three of us are sitting at a table, talking about our college days and all the trouble that we got into. The bartender brings over some drinks that we did not order and points to a group of guys waving to us. "These are from them," he says and walks away. My breath catches in my throat as I see you stride my way. I can't help but undress you with my eyes as you get closer. By the time that you actually reach me, you are down to your boxers. You and your friends chat us up a bit and then before I know it, we are left alone and our friends are out on the dance floor. I have never been a shy person, but suddenly I am very bashful around you. Maybe it is because I feel that I have already seen you almost naked in my mind. You reach across the table and grab my hand. I look up at you. Standing up, you come sit next to me, close, very close. Leaning over you whisper, "Does my ass look good in these jeans." Before I can stop myself, I place my hand on your inner ...

... thigh and start caressing. I nod, working my hand towards your crotch. I feel possessed. I have never before been so bold. Usually I am the reserved one. I grab your hand and place it on my inner thigh and tell you to match my movements. You do, perfectly. I grow increasingly more aroused and wet. My nipples go hard as you venture farther up my skirt. You find my soaking panties and I blush. You bite your lower lip and from that gesture I know I shouldn't be ashamed that I'm dripping wet. When did my hand start stroking you cock through your jeans? I can't remember. It feels as if we are the only two people in the room. You curl your middle finger around the edge of my panties and slip your pointer finger in. I gush on your hand, I can't help myself. Just the single motion of your finger sliding into me makes me want to come. You feel the heat baking off me. I close my eyes and grab harder at your extremely erect cock through your jeans. I cannot contain myself. I tell you that if you don't stop fingering me I will come. You smile, add 2 more fingers, and speed up. Is that the response I was hoping for by saying something? I bite down on my lower lip and try not to cry out. I shudder from the explosion. I convulse around your fingers. I don't want to open my eyes, knowing that I have made a mess on your hand, the chair and my skirt. I can feel you looking at me. I open my eyes and you are licking your fingers. There is no denying it. I. Need. To. Fuck. You. Now. I take your hand ...