Guy I Met in a Bar

My name is Alice. I work as a receptionist in a big medical centre in the inner suburbs. Most of the girls I work with are single and in their twenties. We all like to party pretty hard from Friday to Sunday. Our favourite bar is “Hanks”. We like this place because it was casual and unpretentious without loud music and wanker guys who think they are God’s gift to women. That is not to say that there was no one there to look at. Generally the guys who go to Hanks are cashed up tradies.

These guys do manual labour for a living so they are fit and toned. But unlike a lot of blue collar workers they liked to look after themselves. They waxed their chests, wore expensive aftershave under their designer shirts and $300 jeans. They liked to go to Hanks because it was a bit more upmarket and the girls were classy. Unlike most office workers these girls don’t really go for the suits that they work with but they still expected to be treated well.

I love a guy who looks after himself. I love a body that is smooth and well muscled nice chests and arms with a beautiful tight arse and no beer gut. I don’t mind if they have some hair but a waxed chests and some beautiful well placed tats are always a plus.

One Friday night we walked into Hanks and went to the bar. We ordered our drinks and looked for a seat. We liked to get a good vantage point closer to the bar so we could check out the talent but close enough to the dance floor so we wouldn’t miss half of the song getting to the dance floor when we wanted to dance.

We couldn’t get our usual seat but we still managed to get a reasonable spot and the talent in the immediate area was good. I spotted a guy standing at the end of the bar. He seemed to be by himself. He was slimmer than the types of guys I normally went for. His hair was messy as if he had lost his comb and he had a definite 5 o’clock shadow but there was something about him. When he looked at me it was obvious that he was checking me out, but it also felt as though he was imagining what it would be like to be in bed with me. I found myself imagining what it would be like to kiss those lips, where he would put his hands and what he would do with his dick.

He came over and leaned on the bar and said, “You look like you have some very impure thoughts going on behind those incredible eyes.”

I looked into his eyes. They were clear and blue, looking into them felt like diving into the ocean. They drew you in and it was intoxicating, I felt myself slipping into them and drowning.

He continued, “Perhaps you would like to share some of them with me.”

There was a moment of silence and he looked at me intently waiting for my response.

“A woman has the right to keep some secrets,” I replied.

He leaned down and kissed me. Not softly or gently but with the same intensity as his look. He tasted like cigarettes and booze and testosterone. I inhaled his smell and savoured the taste of him. I felt as though he was giving me an addictive drug. I could feel myself on the verge of surrendering to the addiction. Part of my mind wanted me to fight it but the rest of me was helpless. I wanted him to never stop kissing me.

I could feel a wetness between my legs I was sure if he put his hand on my crotch there would be a damp patch on my skirt. His hand was on my leg moving upwards to probe around the top of my thigh. He was pressed close to me and the smell of him was sending me into a frenzy. I was no longer in control of my body, my knees were trembling and I had to hold on to the bar to stop myself from falling over. Our bodies pressed together and I felt his hand on my crotch.

“Mmmmm I wonder what is under this skirt,” his breath was hot in my ear. I could feel his dick throbbing against my thigh and a new gush of wetness.

I looked up into his eyes and the helpless drowning feeling came over me again. All that I was aware of was him, his eyes, his smell and the feel of his dick on my thigh. I wanted to see him naked and feel him pressing me into a bed thrusting himself into my pussy.

After what seemed an eternity he leaned down and whispered in my ear, “Let’s get out of here.”

He led me by the hand through the crowd. I glimpsed my friends giving me the thumbs up as we went up the stairs and out the door. On the street outside he pushed me up against the wall next to the entrance and kissed me again. This time he pressed his whole body up against mine pushing his leg between my knees and sliding his hand inside my top to cup my breast and gently squeeze my nipple between his fingers.

I was whimpering into his mouth as he pressed his thigh against my pussy and my hands gripped his back and pressed my hands into his pants over his arse feeling his firm cheeks between my fingers.

“Gees guys get a room will you!” A person waiting in the line for the bar yelled out. The spell was broken and without a word he lifted himself off me and led me down an alley to where his car was parked.

“It might be a bit quieter here,” He pressed me up against the door of his car and continued with his exploration of my breast that was interrupted before. His other hand found its way inside my skirt and up my thigh.

He grasped my knickers between strong fingers, “I don’t think that you will need these.” He pulled them down and they fell around my ankles. He pressed my knees slightly apart and softly ran his hands up my thighs to run his fingers around the lips of my pussy. Teasing me with the promise of further pleasure.

I moaned and my knees bent apart slightly. All the while he continued to kiss me. His hand explored my other breast and then pulled my shirt open so that his mouth could tease my nipple. It hardened at the feeling of his hot breath and the warm wetness and flicking of his tongue.

I pushed him off me so that I could look at him. I pulled his shirt open and ran my hands over his chest. I rubbed my finger gently over his nipples and when I saw the response in his face and felt them harden I leaned over and teased each one with my tongue.

My tongue found its way down over his chest exploring his stomach to that sexy piece of skin just above his cock. I lingered here tracing the top of his pants and stroking his erection through the fabric of his pants. He was breathing heavily now and I savoured the power I had over him taking my time to lick every part of his stomach while I slowly unzipped him.

Looking straight into his eyes I eased his hot, rock hard cock out of his pants and began to make little cat licks over the head of his cock. The excitement I could see in his eyes turned me on even further and I increased the speed of my licks taking his head into my mouth after each lick. Holding back from taking his whole shaft into my mouth until he could stand it no more and he placed his hands on the back of my head to push me on to him.

I sucked him deeply listening to his panting increasing to groans. My own excitement was increasing in line with his until he pulled me off him.

“God you are hot.”

He opened the door of the car and sat down and pulled me on top of him. By now my pussy was so wet it was streaming. I held myself above him for a while teasing the tip of his cock with my clit but I was frantic with the need to feel him inside me.

When he thrust into me it felt as though he was made to be inside me. A perfect, insanely erotic fit. I do not remember how many times I came. All I can remember is riding him hard while he grasped my breasts and screaming out my pleasure to the empty carpark. His grunts and cries of pleasure rose to meet my own until we both exploded together and I could feel his cum shooting up into me.

I collapsed onto his chest and he absently stroked my hair.

Then he looked at me,“You want to get something to eat?”

“I need to find my knickers,” I said straightening my bra and shirt.

“You don’t need them,” He got out of the car and walked around to the driver’s side. As he walked I saw him stoop down to where we had been standing and pick up my underwear.

When he got back in the car I tried to retrieve them, “I’m not going into KFC with your cum running down my leg.” I reached for my underwear.

“We’ll get drive through.” He put my knickers in his pocket and zipped up his pants. I felt a little sorry to see his magnificent dick covered over like that. Like I had lost a new friend before I had the chance to get to know him properly.