Truth Or Dare [Part 4] Dinner Dates & Dares - Sex Stories

Truth Or Dare [Part 4] Dinner Dates & Dares

... voucher,” I said, not quite forming the thought as a question despite my obvious confusion; automatically raising my hand to take the folded piece of paper from Jen.

I stared blankly at it for a moment, completely lost, until Jen spoke again in a more assertive tone, “Yes,the voucher.”

Catching on, I unfolded the paper and read the words printed there:There’s a FIRE escape here that leads to the back alley - I DARE you to meet me there - I DARE you to eat my pussy.

I glanced conspiratorily around the bar, taking in the movement of the few people in so early and my fellow staff members trying to stay busy. When I felt sure I wouldn’t be overheard, I asked, “When were you looking to redeem thisvoucher?”

“In about ten minutes,” Jen answered before adding in an undertone, “Is the door alarmed?”

Not in ten minutes, it won’t be – information that I communicated with a shake of my head before giving specific instructions, “Down the corridor where the ladies' toilet is, there’s a door that leads to the service alley.”

“OK,” she nodded, “Ten Minutes.”

I spoke up urgently before she could leave, “Jen, people might pass from the other bars/shops that use the access lane; there might be CCTV.”

She smiled and winked at me, repeating, “Ten minutes.”

For the next ten minutes, I made an effort to make my presence as noticeable as possible with the staff, hoping that the mostnoticeablepart of my presence – the semi-hard cock forced inside my trouser leg – escaped ...

... their attention.

On a quiet night, assuming nothing fucked up, no one would come looking for me, so after my round, I darted for the door to the back alley with as much nonchalance as I could muster, feeling my cock grow harder with every stride.

At the fire escape, I hit the trip on the switch that would’ve set the alarm off and pushed the door open silently. Out back, the bar was as I’d expected; a couple of kegs waiting to be returned, a few spare bottle skips, and a small pile of empty crates, which served the defacto purpose of being a makeshift high stool for staff to sit on when they were having a smoke.

It was past sundown outside, although still not fully dark, but even if someone had been walking down the service alley at that moment, I wouldn’t have cared; the CCTV cameras that might catch us were another thing I was prepared to live with.

I pulled my cock from my trousers; I couldn’t hold back any longer; I still wasn’t fully hard, but I knew the constant dribbling of pre-cum in the last twenty minutes was starting to stain my inside leg. With my cock in hand, I just had to jack it; I’m sure that Jen would forgive me, although if anyone else came out of the propped open fire escape, masturbating as I was would likely be considered a criminal offence.

I closed my eyes and wanked my cock closer to its full size, remembering the feel of Jen’s lips against my shaft and sucking hard. Hearing the door open wider, I opened my eyes, grateful to see Jen, who ...