really in the mood to go out to a crowded bar with you. when i really fantastize, the bar, at least, is outside and it’s warm out. you manage to get the last seat and with a gentle but firm hand, put me right in my place, right in your lap. even if i wanted to, the bar is too crowded for me to sit anywhere else, but i can feel that you’re packing, a soft sigh slipping out as i settle on you. i know im in for a long night. you’ll order me a drink, knowing that I’m in the mood for a strong vodka sprite. it’s been such a long work week and now I’m finally ready to relax with you for the weekend.
a little while later, a couple of your friends have joined us. the seat next to you has opened up, but im not changing my spot. im a couple of drinks in by now and your jaw is resting so sweetly on my shoulder. your arms are wrapped tight around my waist as your hands rest on my hips. you’ve snuck a couple innocent kisses against my neck, chills running up and down my spine with each press of your lips.
i don’t even know how much time has passed, but your friends seen another couple they knew and excused themselves to exchange pleasantries. i can feel your lips on my neck again, biting my lip as i feel your warm breath tickling my earlobe.
“Are you gonna be a good girl for me?”
my heart skips a beat and i can feel your hands sneaking between us, your fingers grazing me before undoing your belt and zipper. my heart starts racing, feeling your strap set free against me, the thin lace of my panties the only thing in the way.
“I’m gonna play with you, right here, right now. think you can keep quiet?”
all i can manage is a simple head nod, biting my lip again, as i glance to the side. your friends are on the way back over to us. but i can’t help myself, i’ve wanted you for hours. your fingers have already pushed my damp panties to the side. a small whimper escapes, only loud enough for you to hear as i hold onto the bar ledge and adjust in your lap, my eyes fluttering shut as your butch cock slips inside me. one little shift of my hips and i finally settle, feeling so full on your lap. your friends rejoin us, just as you adjust yourself on the stool, bucking up into me slightly. it’s all i can do to keep from moaning your name right there and then.
your hands are still on my hips, right where we both want them, but with more force than earlier, keeping me in place. i’ve lost track of the time, only being able to focus on cockwarming you but staying quiet. i want to show you how good i can be for you. the sun has long set, and the bar is dimly lit. one of your hands slips under the front of my skirt and past my soaked panties. i bite my lip, pretending to listen to what your friends are talking about, but only being able to focus on your fingers and cock. we’re all tipsy and warm at this point, the two of them leaning all over each other, barely maintaining a conversation with us. i can feel your breath on my neck again, tickling my skin, giving me chills.
“You’ve been so good for me, baby.”
im losing my resolve. i want you to take me, right here, right now. i can feel myself twitch around you.
“Uh uh. You can wait until we get home, can’t you, good girl?”
i’m afraid i’m going to draw blood from my lip, biting it so hard to keep quiet, but i manage to nod my head and let you know that i can wait until we get home. barely. my hips roll against you without even thinking about it, but i don’t think anyone noticed. except you, i know you felt it because i can feel your smirk against my neck.
i lean back against you, feigning exhaustion. maybe i’m trying to wrap the night up. maybe i just can’t wait to go home with you. maybe i’m getting impatient after cockwarming you for who knows how long. i see your friends lock eyes with each other before turning to us to bid farewell. i manage to stumble through politely as you take this moment to tease me with your fingers.
“Let’s go home babygirl.”
my mouth waters as i climb off your lap, almost whining as your cock slips out of me. my knees are weak as we walk back to the car, your strong frame practically carrying me across the lot. the car ride home lasted too long as I stroked you through your pants, making you groan the whole way home. but it’s not long before we’re back home and you have me pressed up against the front door, too impatient to make it to the bedroom or take off any clothes.
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