Meet and Fuck: Tuesday Night - Sex Stories

Meet and Fuck: Tuesday Night

... pint. With her empty hand she took mine. Her skin was soft as silk. "Come on then." I grabbed my fresh pint and let her pull me to the table in the corner. I sat down first and she sat next to me, proping her legs up on my lap. She slipped her high heels off her feet and twisted her neck to scan the bar. "I suppose this is fairly private. I can only see three other people at least." She said turning back to me. "Well not to take anything away from that, but I'm pretty sure there's only three other people in the bar besides us." I said in reply, gazing at her legs as her skirt began to hike up. They looked just as smooth as her hands felt. "You can touch them." She said, giggling at my distraction. "I promise they won't bite...well they might if you get too high, but we will worry about that if you get there." As she said the last line she tugged up her skirt even more. It went from showing leg to just above her knee to showing her lower thigh, then her mid thigh, and finally showing some upper thigh. I began running my hands around her ankles and up her calves. I rounded her knees and caressed her thighs. I could definitely go all the way up if I wanted to but I kept it clean for the moment. I ran my hands up her inner thighs, parting my hands before things got to real, continued up towards her hip bones, and fell back down the outside of her thighs. I ran a couple laps like this just massaging her legs. She began to moan slightly, her eyes closed and a look of deep ...

... relaxation on her face; most likely a combination of the beer and massage. "I'll let you in on a little secret if you haven't figured it out already." She whispered to me. "I'm not wearing any panties." The invitation was clear, and I certainly didn't have to be told twice. On my next lap around I continued up her inner thigh to the promised land. She was already moist and at the first slightest touch a small quiver shook through her body. With hand I rubbed her up and down, just teasing her at first. She let out another low moan, this one not from relaxation. She leaned her head towards me, her eyes still closed. I leaned towards her and pressed my lips against hers. She tasted sweet, lip gloss maybe, and bitter, probably from the beer. I loved the combination of flavors. My tongue ventured forth, getting a better taste of her lips. She parted them more and put her tongue forth as well. As our tongues began to dance around each other I got more brazen with my hand. Going down to two fingers I parted her lips, sliding my hand deeper towards her. But rather than continuing to penetrate her I resumed running my fingers up and down her slit teasing her clit at the top of each pass. Her moaning became an almost constant purr like sound. Clearly I was doing something right. After a few moments she grabbed my hand, steadying it. She stopped kissing me long enough to whisper one word, "Inside." Never one to disobey an order, I sunk my fingers into her. She let out a sharp gasp, then pressed ...