This is a true story from my distant past:
A NEAT COCKTAIL
I called my love and asked her to dress for me, and meet me at our favorite hotel bar for a neat drink after work.
She was already there when I arrived, (as requested) sitting with her back to the door (at the bar) in our spot. She looked stunning in her short black dress and matching top, high healed strappy shoes, thigh high stockings, red painted nails, and bright red lipstick. Her long straight, dark brown hair was freshly washed and shown in the glimmering light. I loved that hair so.
She knew what I liked.
I walked up and put my hand on her shoulder, she turned and smiled that big smile of hers. A grin mixed with pleasure at my presence and a sneaky anticipation shooting from her beautiful blue eyes. For she knew I always had kinky plans in mind for her. Especially when I had her dress for me.
I ordered a drink (she was already working on one) And we talked about her day, my day and just stuff. The bar had a "hang over" so that when sitting belly up against it, our legs were under it. There was no one to the right of us out in the table area. And anyone walking into the bar behind us would only see our backs. So no one saw as I put my hand on her leg as we casually talked and began to slowly slide it up her thigh. No one was the wiser as I began to lightly touch her there, and play with her. (no panties of course, she was not allowed to wear them in my presence) I took my time. Working from the outside of her pussy toying and playing like I had all the time in the world. (which I did in fact)
I came close and whispered in her ear as I bit her ear lobe. "just take it you little whore, don't you dare let on, pretend it isn't happening"
Then I went back to my drink and the conversation as I continued to play.
She tried to remain calm and nonchalant, appearing to the bartender and anyone else to be nothing more than a woman having a casual conversation with her boyfriend. Soon, the large finger if my right hand was inside her, swirling and rubbing her G-spot. And then I pulled it out, all wet and slippery, and began to play with her wet pussy lips. I replaced it inside of her and swirled harder making her eyes roll back in her head. I could see the struggle she was having to keep control of herself. Not to moan, or hump my hand. Just to take it as I had ordered her to.
She was always a very sexual woman, and it was almost a superhuman feat for her to ignore the sensations building between her legs.
Just when she was about ready to lose control, I took it out again and rubbed the juicy wetness lightly on her clit. Around it and around it, lightly touching the hood and then down the sides of her pussy lips and back up again to her clit. And then I went in again, swirling and stroking, and playing with the little bumpy nodules of her G-spot. (men really need to find that on women by the way, it's a great place to play)
When she was practically beside herself, I took my finger out and grabbed my drink. She was breathing rather heavily. Then I raised my hand to my face and breathed in her lovely scent. Her smell was wonderful. I was well in love with her and couldn't get enough of it, or her.
I looked around and placed my finger under her nose, and smiled. She liked her own taste almost as much as I. I put my finger under my nose again, rubbing it there, and then I placed it into my own mouth, ... cleaning my finger. Usually I make her clean my fingers when I play with her sex, but I wanted it this time. I wanted her delicious scent. I wanted her taste on in my mouth.
We chatted some more, and I was so happy with her appearance and her recent days past activity, I told her that I was going to give her a gift.
"what" She said, her big eyes widening.
I leaned closer and put my lips on her ear and said: "because you have been such a good little slut lately, I am going to grant you a wish, any wish you want of me" I then sucked her ear as my fingers found her pussy again. I had never done this before. It was my usual custom to design fantasies which suited both of us, and put them into action without her prior knowledge.
"What do you want?" I said
She cocked her head to the side in the female way of hers, and thought about it for a minute.
"Anything"? She said.
"Anything" Said I
I was completely shocked by her reply. (I should have known better)
"I want to take your cock out, .. right here, right now, ....... at the bar".
I had not even in my wildest dreams thought she would ask for something like that. I thought she would ask for a spanking, or bondage or something like that.
I didn't want to do it, not even a bit, I won't lie, it scared me a little. I could see myself in hand cuffs, on the nightly news. ("pervert arrested at local hotel for exposing himself") But my word means something to me, and I had given it. I was trapped. And she knew it by the grin on her face.
I looked around, because of the design of the bar and our position at it, and the sparse population contained therein, no one could see, but I still was still very nervous about this, but also excited.
Having her do something like this to me was a first. She was a submissive, but a feisty one with a strong will and an adventurous nature. I should have known better.
I paused: "Ok, I said, ........................................ take it out".
Her little hands moved to my pants and began to stroke me there. Getting me hard again. (I had already been earlier) She leaned in and kissed my neck and discreetly nuzzled my ear. She knew I have a thing about that and was using it against me.
Then she sat up straight and looked forward the bartender and said something to him, (small talk), as she began to undo the buttons on my black jeans. Her hand reached inside, and fondled my cock through my boxers. I thought she might be satisfied with that, but with a devilish smile, she began to unbutton them and then reached inside and in one swift motion pulled my rigid cock out to the open air.
It felt very strange to feel the cool air of the bar on it. And she just smiled and continued polite conversation with the bartender and anyone else at the bar who would listen while she played with me and stroked me. It was not easy, to keep a straight face. But I managed.
I leaned close to her whispering in her ear and said: "Ok, you're funny, .......... but do you have the guts to blow me, right here and now?" I figured it would get her to stop this and put my cock away. But I had not counted on her adventurous nature, she took it as a challenge.
She just smiled and then purposely picked up her glass without first making sure the napkin was stuck to it and then said: "Opps" in a loud voice as the napkin fell between us.
"I'll get it" she said, (in an almost theatrical stage voice) as she leaned over (and down) taking my cock between her lips. She bobbed on it a couple of times, and then sat up as if nothing had happened.
Her lips had felt so good on me. I was excited and red faced all at the same time. She put both of her hands on the bar with a sly smile on her face, and I carefully put my old fella back in my pants. Which, by the way as not easy, because he was at full attention and still wanted to play.
We drank a bit more, and talked. It was fun just being with her. Even without the kink. The sex was just part of who we were. Two people with the same twisted mindset, enjoying each others company.
It occurred to me that turnabout is fair play. I had been wanting to fuck her in a men's room for sometime. A fantasy for both of us, but one she was quite frankly terrified of.
I said: "I'm going to the bathroom." I then whispered in her ear, "I think you have to go too, ... follow me" With that voice that she knows I only use when I'm giving orders from master to submissive.
I saw the quizzical look in her eyes (and then fear) as I grabbed her hand and led her to the door way and out of the bar. Across from the bar entryway in the hotel were two large bathrooms, a woman's and a men's.
I took a drink from the water fountain in between the two, turned and said: "wait here".
I dipped into the men's room and took a look around. It was empty.
I came again and went to take her hand. Her eyes were wide, and head was slowly shaking side to side, and she was mouthing "nooooooooooo, noooooooo".
I said: "do you want to use your safe word, and code out??"
She was a stubborn one and didn't like to "code out".
She hesitated for a moment and then said: "Uh uh" (no)
"Well then" I said
I looked around to make sure no one was watching us and then pulled her into the bathroom. It was a very large men's room, with lots of stalls that were opposite a long row of urinals.
Our footsteps echoed off the rock tile floor and the walls.
It felt like we were kids sneaking into a church during the daytime.
Her fear was palpable.
She was terrified of being taken into a men's room for sex. She was scared as hell. (which of course made it all the more fun for me) She had almost used her safe word it had scared her that much. But it also turned her on and had been a major fantasy for her for a long time. (yet unrealized)
I chose the last large handicapped stall at the end of the room. I opened the door, pushed her ahead of me, closed the door, and pushed her up against the back wall of the large stall. I began to bite her neck and kiss her. Licking her ears and biting them as I pulled up her rather short dress and played with her pussy.
After a few minutes of this I pulled out my john thomas and told her to get on her knees and suck. Which she gladly did. (did I mention she was a good girl?)
After a bit I pulled her to her feet (over her protests) and hiked one leg up with my left arm and entered her sopping heat. God how I loved penetrating her standing up. She was just the right height for me and flexible enough for me to hold her leg almost over my shoulder. I continued to kiss and neck with her as I put my hand under her shirt and began to play with her nipples.
We were going at it hard and fast, when we both heard the door to the men's room swing open and foot steps coming our way.
We both froze, staring into each others widening eyes.
I know what she was thinking. "hotel security" That was her fear, being caught by hotel security where she wasn't supposed to be and doing what she wasn't supposed to be doing. It wasn't out of the question that it could have been. Police will be called. An arrest made. News reports about two kinky people caught in a men's room doing god knows what, .......
I was still inside my love.
Her eyes were wide with fear and consternation at me for forcing her in to this compromising situation.
The footsteps came closer and closer, right toward our stall.
We heard him stop just outside our stall door.
All the color began to drain out of her face.
And then, ..........
We could clearly hear the "verrrrrrooop" as he unzipped his fly. And then we could hear the tinkle of him beginning to pee. He was at the urinal across from us. There to do business with no idea we were there.
We both breathed a sigh of relief.
As we stared into each others eyes, I began to slowly pump into her again.
We heard our neighbor begin to whistle a happy little tune as he peed away.
I smiled slightly.
And then she did.
Then I grinned like an idiot.
At that she started to laugh.
I quickly covered her mouth (hard) with my hand.
At that we both began to giggle uncontrollably. We kept looking into each others eyes as I covered her mouth. She was shedding tears of laughter as I muffled her, and tried like hell to stifle my own giggles.
It's very hard to laugh that hard without making sound.
It made it worse looking at each other laughing, red faces, eyes bulging, tears flowing, and knowing that he was only about four feet from us. All the while he was whistling away and peeing. He seemed to be peeing FOREVER.
Finally he stopped and we heard the "verrrroooop" of him zipping up and flushing the john. And then he left.
We heard the door close and both burst out laughing so hard I lost my erection. LOL
I had her suck me hard again, and I finished fucking her.
I told her to get on her knees and clean my cock, which she readily did, licking up every bit of both of the remains from our coupling. We straightened ourselves up and smoothed our clothing as much as we could.
Then, we had to walk out of that bathroom and back into the bar like nothing had happened. That's the hard part sometimes, the leaving like nothing has happened. But we managed it.
Good times.
Wolf
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