Crowded Bar

Crowded BarJust another night away from home on business. I think I'll duck into this crowded bar for a drink; it looks hoppin'. Not three steps in the door, we make eye contact from across the room. I think to myself, hmm, she's sexy. While I'm not prone to approaching women in bars, I find myself walking in your direction. I squeeze sideways alongside your bar stool and get the attention of the bartender. Our eyes lock again and I say hello. The view down the front of your low cut top is a distraction almost too magnetizing to block out. I can't remember what I say next, but I hear my brain screaming at my eyes to quit leering and look up!"Sure, I'll have another beer," you say, so obviously I've offered to buy you a drink. The bartender returns with our beers and we each take a sip and smile. The music is loud and the crowd is continuing to build. I feel another bar patron attempt to get an elbow on the bar behind me. In the process, he pushes me up against your stool and my growing bulge brushes across your knee. I turn to look at the drunken jerk next to me to deflect attention away from the awkward moment, and then look back at you."Excuse me," I apologize. "I don't usually make a move this early on in a relationship.""So, we are in a relationship now?" you tease as I try to recover."Well, we damn near conceived a c***d when that drunken bastard behind me fell into the bar!""Why don't I let you take the stool and I'll stand over here where there's more room." As I slide down into your spot, my eyes follow the curvy contour of her firm ass. I rotate my stool towards you as you stand with one leg between mine. The fragrance of your perfume lingers and triggers my primal senses. I watch you lick your lips dry as you take another sip from your beer. An involuntary grin covers my face."What are you grinning about?" you laugh."A gentleman would never share what I have on my mind right now." I dangle the words like bait."Try me," you challenges boldly. "Ok, but don't throw your drink in my face if you are offended.""I don't offend easily.""I was just looking at those beautiful wet lips of yours and wondering what it would be like to kiss them.""That's offensive?" you say, as if disappointed my thoughts were so tame. Without a moment's notice, she plants a quick kiss on my lips and retreats."Wait a second," I protest, "I wasn't ready. What's a guy to learn from that?"Another surge from the mob crushes us up against the bar, shoving you into me. With your chest pressed up against mine I say, "Look who's putting on the aggressive moves now." "You are going to have to learn to control yourself." As you start to pull back, I wrap my hand around your back and hold you in close. "A guy doesn't get opportunities like this literally thrown in his lap all that often. I think you're going to have to earn your release now.""Ok, what's your price, you... you k**napper?" she laughs."That quick peck on the lips you gave me a few minutes ago won't cut it, but a long pondering kiss could buy your freedom." Allowing little time to respond to the ransom demand, my mouth covers yours and our lips meet. The heels of your hands go to my shoulders as if to push away, but they weaken as the kiss becomes more electrically charged. The hand around your back slides down over your ass and gives it a little squeeze."Uh" is the only sound that comes from your mouth as you stand in virtual disbelief at what just happened. You look completely lost as your mind attempts to process the tidal wave of feelings flooding your brain. Was it the softness of my lips or the way my tongue subtly met yours inside your mouth; I wonder? Was it the way my hand slid down your ass and pulled you in tighter; or was it my hard cock beneath my jeans that you felt with the front of your thigh?"Now, that's the kind of kiss that you can learn from," I whisper. You look me in the eye and it's as if we are the only two people in the room. Funny thing about a crowded bar, the more people that cram into it, the more anonymous one feels. The people around us are completely oblivious to our little exchange. My hand slides lower and cups the back of your thigh. I release the tightness of my grip a little to create some space between us. My heartbeat returns to its normal pace and I suddenly realize I'm thirsty again. I lift my bottle of beer off the bar and swallow the last ounce. I raise my hand to get the bartender's attention and he approaches. "I'll have another beer sir, and get my lady friend whatever she likes."You reaches for the drink menu, and I move my stool back to allow you to situate herself between me and the bar. While the bartender stands before us, you bend slightly over the bar to read the menu, and I run my hand up the inside your thigh all the way to your crotch. The crowd around us senses nothing. You part your legs slightly and pretend to read the menu while my fingers massage the mound of your pussy through your tiny panties (god, I love very short skirts)."I'll h-h-have the pomegranate martini," you stutter and press back into me. "You are a naughty, naughty boy," you whisper and removes my hand from her crotch. The bartender departs to fetch our drinks. The space to our side, you previously occupied, has been consumed by the crowd. Realizing the predicament, you sit back onto my lap. "I couldn't help myself. You really shouldn't leave your body in such a vulnerable position; you know how men can get to groping in a crowded bar," I say as my hand roams up your front and squeezes a handful of breast."What am I going to do with you?" you complain in mock protest. My hand lingers on your soft, round breast and pinches a quickly swelling nipple before getting cited for trespassing. Your ass, now placed firmly on my lap, subtly begins to grind on the bulge beneath it. A breathy sigh escapes your lips revealing the emotions stirring within. You cross your arms in front of your chest and lean forward. This allows my hand to sneak up your front for another feel. You permit the hand to move from one breast to the other under your concealing arms. The bartender returns with our drinks; I drop my hand below your chest and rest it comfortably on your stomach. He sets down the drinks and gives me a knowing smile.You turns to me and smile, then lift your martini glass to my bottle of Heineken and say, "Cheers!""Cheers to you too, and by the way, my name is Marc.""Nice to meet you, I'm Alina.""That pomegranate martini looks good, may I have a taste?""Sure," you say, extending the glass in my direction."Not that way," I interrupt. "I think it would taste much better coming directly from your mouth."You cast a wicked grin my way and lift the glass to your lips. You suction a small amount of liquid and hold it on your tongue. I move in and our lips meet. You stream the contents from your mouth into mine and I take full advantage of the meeting of our lips, kissing you hard and running my hand up your thigh to your crotch again. "How's that?" you smile."I knew it would be delicious, but it's even better served directly from your mouth."You rotate your body on my lap. As your hard nipples rake across my chest, you offer no resistance to the fingers between your legs vigorously massaging your pussy. You place a hand on my crotch and squeeze the outline of a large cock straining to find freedom. We proceed to discretely explore each others' bodies?legs, ass, arms, chest, neck, forearms?just little touches that, much like the rest of our movements, are going completely unnoticed by the partiers crammed in next to us.With one final gulp of your martini you announces, "I think I need to use the lady?s room." "Me, too." You hop down off my lap and I grab your hand to follow you through the crowd. Down the hall leading to the restrooms, I notice a dark corner back by the rear entrance. You peel off to the restroom and I begin to evolve my plan as I do the same."That's better," you say upon leaving the ladies' room, "but that martini went right to my head." I notice your chest is flushed, down through your ample cleavage. I step back to fully survey your body, without speaking, press you against the wall, and place a hard, passionate kiss on your mouth. You feel my hand move up your front to maul a breast. You kiss me back passionately as I begin to shuffle us down the hall. Just before the exit, off to the side, is a small nook where it appears pay phones used to exist. I force you back into the dark corner, and immediately lift your short skirt and shove my hand down inside the front of your panties."I've been dying to get my bare fingers on what I've been feeling through your panties," I whisper into your ear with hot breath. You turn your body away from me and brush aside the hair on your neck allowing my lips and tongue direct access to your skin. My lips reach your earlobe and my teeth take over with little nibbles. You reach back and place your hand on my thigh, then move it to my crotch. My fingers on your chin turn your lips to mine. They meet again and you hardly react to the free hand that has gone from inside your panties to lifting your short skirt above your hips. As my hands slide down your hips, I insert my middle finger up inside your now dripping wet pussy. You gasp for air and press your crotch into my hand. Moving your hands over my crotch you whisper, "I want to suck your cock." Turning and dropping to her knees, you pull down my pants and reach inside to release my throbbing member. Just then, another couple, obviously with similar plans, turns the corner and enters the small space. They stop a few feet away and the woman willingly lets him explore her chest, ass and pussy. She glances over at us as if to see the magnitude of the cock being sucked. The woman continues to watch while her man fingers her pussy. You see your audience and display your trophy for the other woman. You spit on my cock, and then jack it up and down with long strokes. With a wink, you demonstrates your talent for taking a cock deep into your throat. The other woman gasps. I lift you to your feet and turn you away from me. "You ready for some cock?" I tease and bend you over hard at the waist. I position my cock at your opening and you begin pressing back onto me. Your dripping pussy stretches to accommodate my rock hard rod. You place your palms on the wall to steady yourself. At this point, a third couple enters the space and the loud and rowdy bar rocks on without any particular regard for the sexual activities taking place in the back. I begin fucking you harder and harder as you groan and fuck back; it seems you couldn't care less who stops to watch as my cock filling you so completely has rendered you indifferent to everything else around us. As you start to gasp for air, I jolt you with a sudden stinging slap on your ass cheek. The shock acts as a launch pad for your first orgasm. Your pussy floods with juices and your body shudders from the massive quake. "That's my girl, take that cock and make it yours," I command. You respond by bucking back harder and harder. A slap on the other cheek reminds you that this is rough, primal sex.When I grab a handful of hair and pull your head back hard, you growl, "Fuck me like a slutty bitch!" "You like getting taken hard like a trashy whore?" I accuse. "Yes, fuck me like the slut I am, harder, rougher. I want more!"With that, I release my grip on your hair and reach my arm around your neck, your throat in the hinge of my elbow."You like it rough?" I ask, clamping my arm down tight on her throat. She loses your ability to breathe and I feel your face grow red and hot. At that very moment, you also feel the impact of my cock pounding into the deepest recesses of your pussy. Your pussy feels a subtle pain as it strains to accept the girth of the cock inside it. The muscles inside spasm in involuntary orgasm and your head begins to spin from the lack of oxygen. You reach to pull the hand from your throat I release just as the orgasm sends your body into convulsion. You arch your back and reach back to grab my ass and pull it tightly against your rigid quaking body. As the tremors begin to subside, I return to sliding my cock in and out through your tightly contracted internal muscles. The glorious massage-like sensation quickly has me announcing my own impending orgasm. With this news, you immediately pull my cock out and throw your mouth down onto it."Give me your cum, I want it down my throat," you say, pausing between strokes. You jacks it harder and faster, your mouth just covering the head. Just moments later, the first blast of cum hits the back of your throat. You continue to work it, pumping blast after blast into your eager mouth and swallowing throat."Oh, fuck!... shit!..aww.. That's it, take it all down your throat, you hot fucking slut!"You licks your lips and swallow hard. "Yum.""Let's get out of here, Alisa," I say as we gather up our clothes. "You are coming home with me and I'm going to do nasty things to you all night."With a cavalier smile you respond, "You're right, it's hard to get intimate in such a crowded bar."