Meet and Fuck: Tuesday Night

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Meet and Fuck: Tuesday NightIt was a long hard Tuesday at the office. The bosses were breathing down on us extra hard since corporate decided to come in with a full audit on our branch. I needed to unwind so I high tailed it on over to my favorite bar the minute I could sneak out of work. Maybe I would have invited my coworkers, but they were all still frantically trying to make themselves out to be the superstars of the branch. But I knew I was as good as downsized, so instead I was going to buy myself as many shots as I could while I still had money to burn. I sat down at the end of the bar, facing the door. I liked to watch the crowd when I was out alone. I loosened the black and blue stripped tie and undid the top button of my Oxford button down. Maybe I’d call in sick tomorrow and just go job hunting instead. Get a leg up on the soon to be flooded market place. Max, the bartender, came over just as I was letting out a sigh that felt like it carried the weight of the day with it. He didn’t say anything because he’d heard the worries over the last couple of days. He just looked expectantly at me waiting to hear what would shake the day away for me. “Shot of Patron and a Adams chaser Max.” He nodded knowingly. Max has been my barman for many of years now. He knows my mood not by my face or my tales, but by what liquid I decide to put in me that day. He brought over a double immediately along with a whole quartered lime. He was already sure I’d be having a few more. I downed the shot and began sucking a lime quarter as he poured my beer. That’s when she walked in. The first thing she did was survey the room. It didn’t take long. Besides me and Max, there were only two other groups present. Tuesday nights were slow. This was probably as busy as it was going to get. She was clearly planning a meet up with somebody though, as she chose a seat halfway between me and the door by herself. She glanced at her watch then settled herself in. Max slung me my beer and took off down the bar to tend to the new comer. If I wasn’t sure she was meeting somebody I’d say she came from an office herself. Who knows, maybe she did. She was wearing a black pencil skirt and a white blouse. Very work appropriate but absolutely stunning none the less. It accented her every curve yet left you feeling like you hadn’t even begun to see the majesty that lay beneath. She pushed her red shoulder length hair behind her ear on my side of her profile, revealing black rimmed glasses. My mind was already swimming in schoolmarm fantasies about this broad. Max asked her what she’d be having. “A glass of chardonnay.” She said. I didn’t suspect that was her drink, but maybe she was trying to impress Mr. Not Quite Here. ***Max brought down another double of Patron. This made four. Only two beers though. Still I should probably start thinking about calling it a night. I downed my shot and put the last lime quarter in my mouth. As I glanced up I noticed Red almost burning a hole in her watch. She half glanced at the unmoving door then stared back at her chardonnay that she’d only taken maybe three sips of. It’d been at least an hour since she came in. Clearly she had been stood up. “Hey Max, take the hottie a double of Patron and a…” I trailed off as I looked at her like she was a puzzle to solve. “Blue Moon.” Without another word he shuffled off to test my fate. As he set the drinks down in front of her she first looked confused. She shook her head like she was clearing out some cobwebs then blurted out, “I didn’t order these.” Max, in his most humble and stoic way just pointed at me at the end of the bar. I raised my mostly empty glass in cheers. She smiled back in thanks. She slammed back the shot, skipping the canl─▒ bahis lime and grabbed up her things, relocating herself next to me at my end of the bar. “Thank you kind sir. You must be a carnival worker with amazing drink guessing skills like that.” “I didn’t think you looked like a whino.” I said with a smirk. I noticed she didn’t bother dragging her chardonnay down with her. I tilted back the rest of my beer and she tilted hers back in kind. Mine being mostly gone already was finished fairly quickly, but she managed to down her entire beer almost right behind me. “No, I guess you could say not.” She giggled. Her attitude had managed to do a 180 in the last minute or so. She looked even more beautiful with a smile on her face. She signaled Max to bring two more beers down to us. “So what is my kind sir’s name?” “Tonight I’m misery my dear. And you look to be my company.” I said in a sour tone. “Given my night I might just steal your name and you can be my company.” She replied with a twinkle in her eye. “But there is something sexy about not knowing your name…” And there it was. She was indeed putting on a show with the whine and skirt. She was definitely more barfly than schoolmarm. I nursed my next beer while she burned through hers. She had some catching up to do from my perspective anyways. As we drank we discussed our perspective miseries. I told her about my impending unemployment, she told me about getting stood up by Mr Not Quite Here after spending months getting him to agree to this date. Our talk seemed to be cathartic for both of us and soon we were just chattering about any little thing happy as if nothing bad had happened that day. She excused herself to the bathroom.Max came over and for the first time that night actually spoke to me. “You know, that corner over there is pretty private.” He winked and shuffled back to the other end of the bar, leaving two fresh beers in his wake. As my barfly came back to me I decided to press my luck a little more. Maybe it was the beauty of this girl. Maybe it was the beers. It was definitely, at least partially, the tequila. Before she could sit back down I glanced over at the corner Max had indicated and said to her, “Max tells me that corner is a little more private…” She looked over at it. Then she drained her beer in progress and grabbed her fresh 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 bahis siteleri 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 her lips back onto mine hard. She bit at my lower lip and gave me a look that told me I was in for it now. As I rammed my fingers in and out of her ever slickening hole, she reached down and undid my zipper. Her hand rummaged in my pants for a minute before she began working my cock out of it. It grew inch by inch as she gently tugged it back through the hole my downed zipper had made. In no time it was standing fully erect, blocked from view only by her propped up legs. She began working it not so gently now, getting as far down to the base as my slacks would let her and working it all the way to the tip of the head. It was driving me insane. I lost concentration and my hand was suddenly just sitting inside of her. “Are you up for something truly naughty?” I asked between my own convulsions of excitement. She nodded her approval. Taking my fingers out of her, I spread my legs and motioned for her to sit between them. She let go of my cock and slid over, pulling her skirt up around her waist as she did. “Lean forward on the table like you’re about to get spanked.” I commanded of her. She complied without a word. At first I was mesmerized by her ass. As suspected, the skirt did the real deal no justice at all. It curved just right and was firm as a melon, yielding just slightly to pressure. Her lips were just barely peaking out the bottom and I knew I wanted to feel them on my bare skin. I stood behind her and positioned my cock so that it brushed her lips, but did not penetrate. I began thrusting my cock back and forth against her lips. She laid her palms and forearms flat against the table as she bent lower, trying to feel more of me on her. Her hips began to gyrate as she grind-ed backwards towards me. My thrusts became faster as she became wetter. My cock was almost sliding on it’s own towards her, like she was some kind of gravitational force and it was helplessly caught up with no chance of escape. I look out into the rest of the bar. There was a group of three straight ahead, but they were either too drunk g├╝venilir bahis to notice or too caught up in their own business. There was a couple that I hadn’t noticed before, but they were sitting almost around a corner, it’s not likely they’d see anything. Max kept throwing glances our way, but this was his idea, so I was cool with it. It seemed it was time. With my next thrust I pushed completely inside of her. I buried my cock until I could feel her ass cheeks resting on my hips. She let out a low moan that let me know she had been waiting for that for awhile now. I resumed my thrusting. I started out slow, making sure not to draw too much attention. She lifted off her left arm and reached back between her legs. From the fidgeting motions her shoulder was now making, I could only assume she had started fingering her clit. Her moans grew a little louder and a little more frequent. She was starting to lose control. As I continued to slow thrust into her I weighed my options. Keeping the course would probably get us noticed as she grew hotter by the second. But picking up the pace, while shortening things, may keep us out of trouble. I decided the latter would probably be better. I hit another deep hard thrust, completely burying myself in her again. As I lingered I leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “Take your other arm off the table so we don’t shake it off it’s legs.”She quickly pulled her arm back, leaning up so she could maintain her balance. I grabbed her by the hips and pulled almost completely out of her. I thrust deep into her again, but I didn’t linger this time. Like a piston I began pumping in and out of her, diving as deep into her as I could with each thrust and pulling out as far as I dared before falling out of her. She clasped her hand over her mouth to muffle the sounds of pleasure trying to escape her throat. Luckily the fabric of my pants kept the usual rythmatic clapping of skin on skin from giving our dirty deed away to the rest of the bar. In no time at all I felt myself building up. I was burning too hot for too long and wouldn’t last much longer. Under my hands I felt her hips quiver. I took that as a sign that I probably lasted long enough. I grabbed my pint glass from the table and tossed a quarter of it back to make room. Max was probably going to hate this. I hit three more deep hard thrusts before pulling completely out of her. I quickly propped the tip of my cock on the edge of the pint and let my load drop into the remains of the beer. I set the pint back on the table and dropped back onto my chair. She waited for me to tuck my now flaccid cock back in my pants while shifting her skirt back down her legs. After we were both adjusted she sat back on my lap and grabbed my tainted beer from the table. “Cheers, big boy.” She said with a wink before she downed the rest of the pint, cum and all. She slammed the pint glass on the table, which finally got a look from the three in front of us, then wiped her mouth with the back of her arm. I couldn’t believe how much she turned me on with just a simple act. I leaned in and stole a kiss, catching her unaware. She smiled at me then excused herself to go clean up. I scooped up her still full pint and returned to my original seat at the bar. I picked up the tab and told Max I had already given her the tip. He chuckled and went to go check on the other customers. I sipped at her pint as I waited from her to come back out of the bathroom. When she did she immediately began gathering up her things. “I hate to cum and run kind sir, but some of us still have to get up for work in the morning.” she teased. She leaned in, kissed me on the cheek, then whispered into my ear, “I’ll see you next Tuesday, kind sir.” She turned on the spot and began walking to the door, turning her head back just in time to catch me watch her ass sway with each step. As she pushed the door open she blew me a kiss and then disappeared into the night.

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