I’m in sat in the parking lot, a little nervous but I am not going to let anyone see that. No, I came here to do two things, chew gum and wear red lipstick and right now, I’m all out of gum. I touch up the red one last time and time to go inside.
Head up and shoulders back like I’m walking in fashion week, I walk into the bar.
I scan the room until my eyes land on him and he looks delicious. The first thing that comes to mind is who will take charge this evening & whether the vibes are right.
I walk over to where he’s seated, his back is towards me. Before I can even tap his shoulder, he spins around, grabs a wrist and encircles me with his legs. Fuck. Why is this even a turn on? He whispers to me that he’s been waiting for me and I’m five minutes late.
“You know I have very limited time, so there should be consequences. Though I’m feeling generous and this is our first time meeting in person, so perhaps I will let it slide.”
My brain is melting at this point. Where am I? What kind of punishment? Will I like it and want more? Fuck. Why is it 100* in here all of the sudden?
Andddd there’s my clit throbbing.
I need to get a hold of myself. Maybe if I move around little, I can get some friction and relief. Yes. I will do that and then have my wits about me. Except. Oh yeah. He’s got his legs around mine so I can’t move.
“Ummm, hi. Yeah, sorry I was late–traffic. Can you let go of my legs now? “
He releases me and tells me to sit down next to him, which I do. I order a cocktail while he sips his beer and we start talking. We are in our own little world that we don’t even hear the waitress come over to the table until she clears her throat. I look around and notice that the place is getting pretty busy.
“Hey y’all. We’ve got a large party comin’ in and we need to move this table. Can I get y’all to move over to that small booth over there?”
We both say yes at the same time and we’re up before she can even say thanks.
We move in to the circular booth when he tells me, “Oh yes. This is so much better.” We continue our conversation when I suddenly feel his fingers on my thighs. He’s lightly making infinity symbols just above my knee. It feels amazing. With each one, his fingers are getting higher and higher up.
“Just let me know if or when you want me to stop and I will.” And with that, he continues to draw the symbols on my leg. High and higher, my legs part naturally for him. His touch is…leaving me speechless.
But wait. Why am I the one at his mercy? I think I need to switch it up.
Without saying anything, my left hand goes under the table and finds his cock–already straining to get out of his pants.
“Let me know if you’d like me to remove my hand and I will.” giving him some of his own medicine.
And then I start lightly stroking his cock. It feels so good in my hand. And just as I’m thinking that I have beat him at his own game, I wasn’t paying attention to what he was doing and now he’s plunged a finger in me.
Oohhhhhfffuuuucccckkkkkkkk.
Oh fuckety fuck fuck. I start stroking him more and whisper in his ear. “You’ve got me so turned on, I just want to take your cock out and suck it.”
“Well, there’s nothing stopping you.”
“Agree to disagree on that…this place is packed. Someone will see me.” I say demurely.
“Why don’t you lay your head on my lap for a minute and see if anyone notices.”
I do as he suggests and then I turn my head and take him in my mouth. I smirk as I think to myself that this is perfect. I can blow him and he can’t do anything to me and that will drive him crazy.
I’m sucking him and getting more frantic. I need his cock like I need air to breathe.
All of the sudden I hear him speak. He’s calling the waitress over.
He pays the check–with cash so there’s no waiting for her to come back around. That’s smart but also, who carries cash?
Before I know it, he’s lifting my head up, zipping up, and walking me out by the elbow somewhat briskly.
Once outside, we go around to back where he’s parked and before I know it, he’s got me laying on the hood, my skirt up to my waist and his mouth on my pussy.
Holy hell.
Wow.
Yeah.
Fuck.
Jesusfuckingchrist.
Gottdamn.
My moans start getting louder and ohhh God, I think I’m going to come right on this hood out where anyone can see me. But right before I come, he pulls his mouth away. He’s traded his mouth for his fingers and he starts kissing me so that I taste my juices. His kisses are carnal. He’s positioned his fingers in a way so that his palm is hitting my clit hard and it sends me over the edge. I cry out in his mouth, my legs are weak, and all I want to do is worship his cock.
Miraculously, words are forming and I hear myself say, “You. Unzip and drop your pants. I want that cock.”
I start licking, and sucking, doing everything in my limited repertoire to get him off. I start removing my sweater and tank top, only to break the seal of my mouth on his cock to lift the sweater and tank over my head, so that I’m in just my bra and denim skirt. I keep sucking while I remove my bra.
Totally bare from the waist up, I take another break from his cock to tell him that I want him to paint my chest with his cum and then I go back to sucking. I can feel him start to swell even more, which is when I feel him take his cock in his hand and shoot his cum all over my tits. It feels amazing.
I get up off of my knees, give him a kiss, wipe my chest off with my tank, put my sweater back on, and dab on some red lipstick once more.
“I had fun. We should definitely meetup again”, I say.
I give him a kiss on his cheek, leaving red lips on the side of his face. A reminder when he looks in the mirror tonight that I was in control this evening, even when he thought he was. 💋