MsFlirt

MsFlirt

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Taken at the bar

January 18 2019

The pub was crowded, the music was pumping and the lines at the bar were 4 deep. It was noisy with a live band performing in the corner, people were dancing and there was a great vibe in the air. I was feeling fantastic and having a great time with my girlfriends. We'd been to dinner and were now sitting at a table enjoying a cocktail or two. I knew them mainly from work and although we got on great, they had no idea about my naughty side. I always got flirty when I had a few drinks, becoming quite uninhibited and I had to work hard tonight to keep my composure.

We were all up dancing to the band, laughing and singing along. As I twirled around I thought I saw someone I used to know walking through the door. I steadied myself and turned around, scanning the crowd for him. I laughed and shook my head when I realised I must have been mistaken, too much to drink and seeing things! I smiled to myself though, remembering the last time we were together. He was so hot, so sexy. Very tall, strong, hard working and a real decent guy. He had always made me feel like a queen when I was with him. He would pleasure me for hours, adoring my body, making me laugh and giggle. I hadn't seen him for years, not since he'd had to move away for work. I felt a pull deep inside of me as I realised how much I missed him. Maybe I should send him a message tomorrow, say hi.

I wound my way back to our table and saw that my drink had been cleared. The other women were sipping on theirs so I said I'd go over and buy another and be back in a minute. I had to push my way through hot and sweaty dancing people and enjoyed making eye contact and flirting with a few people on the way. The queue at the bar was incredible but I was thirsty so lined up waiting. The closer I got to the bar the more crushed I was becoming. I'm only 5 feet tall and even with heels, everyone seemed to tower over me. It was so hot and I was starting to feel a sheen of perspiration on my skin. The music was still pumping and I was humming along and jiggling around to the beat. I was glad I'd worn this outfit, I had a really pretty, low cut flowing top over a little black skirt. My suspender belt and stockings were making me feel like I had a naughty secret and my black patent leather fetish heels were giving me a few extra inches of height and tilting my pelvis.

I looked over my shoulders and through the crowd I could see my girlfriends and we waved at each other. I pulled a funny face to show them I was tired of waiting and then turned around to see what the barman was up to. Just then the crushing crowd behind and around me suddenly pushed me forward and I almost lost my balance. Suddenly I felt a strong pair of hands grabbing my waist and steadying me. I regained my composure and turned to thank the owner of the hands. One of the hands moved to my neck, gripping the side of my throat and stopping me from turning around. 'Don't move' he whispered roughly in my ear. I started to wriggle to try and break from his grip but both hands tightened and I felt pinned in. I looked either side of me and in front and no-one else seemed to have a clue what was going on. I was so alarmed and my heart was racing. The hand on my waist started wandering down, tugging up my skirt, exposing my suspender belt. I gasped and the hand on the side of my throat tightened, warning me to stay quiet. I could feel myself in flight or fight mode and flexed my hands, ready to dig my nails into him to fight him off. Just as I was about to make my move the guy in front of me moved a little and I could see through to the mirror at the back of the bar. My eyes were wide, my skin was flushed and I looked like a rabbit caught in the headlights. But I could also see my rescuer turned groper. It was him. My friend.

Our eyes locked in the mirror and my mouth was opened in surprise and as I looked into his baby blues I bit my lip, crying out. Nobody heard me, nobody noticed anything. The place was jam packed and I was still way off being served, I couldn't move forwards, sideways or back. He took the hand off my neck and raised it to his lips and in the mirror told me to shhhh. I was so confused, I wanted to turn around and embrace him, I was so excited to see him. But then the other hand roughly grabbed my other arse cheek and he slipped his fingers under my suspender belt and snapped it so hard on my skin that I could hear the resounding thwack, startling me and exciting me! I was so turned on and so wet already and I closed my eyes and remembered the feel of those beautiful big hands the last time they were all over my body.

He was so much taller than me and so broad, I looked so petite in front of him when I looked back into the mirror. He leaned down and sniffed my hair. 'Mmmm' he moaned in my ear. He nuzzled into my neck and gently traced his tongue up from my clavicle to my ear. Oh god I thought I was going to just melt into a puddle on the floor. 'Do you trust me' he grunted in my ear. I locked eyes with him again in the mirror and nodded, my lips swollen and bruised from me biting them. 'Good' he whispered, 'don't move'. I was so confused but so turned on so I just complied. The queue wasn't moving and there was nowhere I could go anyway. I trusted this man implicitly, we'd shared everything, I had no reason to believe he would hurt me.

I was quite tense waiting to see what was going to happen. His fingers were working their way under the elastic of my panties, and then suddenly he tugged my panties to the side, exposing my pussy. I felt his fingers probing my labia, finding the slippery wetness and then using that lubrication to force me open wider for him. He started fucking my pussy with his fingers, first one, then two, then a breathtaking three. At one stage I think his fingers in my cunt were the only things holding me up, I was literally weak at the knees. All of a sudden his fingers were gone and I felt empty, abandoned. I looked up in the mirror to see his face and he was looking down intently. I could feel his rough jeans against my bare arse and legs and I rubbed myself seductively against him. His big hard cock was straining through his jeans and I could tell he was straining against the fabric. I wound one arm behind me, searching for his bulge. I had barely found it and squeezed when I felt him undoing the buttons on his jeans. He grabbed my little hand in his and I sucked in my breath as he wound my fingers around that glorious cock. Now released from his boxer briefs and rubbing against my bare skin I could feel a slippery sheen on the tip. I was so flushed now and looked around me to see who was watching. I felt so exposed, so vulnerable. It was almost my turn to be served, we had edged forwards slightly and the guy in front of me had ordered.

We locked eyes in the mirror again and he gave me a questioning look. I knew exactly what he was asking and I licked my lips and nodded. I pulled my cheeks apart and then I felt him position the head of his cock at the entrance to my pussy. It wasn't the best angle and he slightly pushed me forward, then with a rough thrust he entered me. His cock slid into my cunt like it had known it's way home. He grabbed my hips and pushed me down, and I felt like he was so deep he was going to nudge my cervix. This was going to be quick and dirty and I braced myself against him and prepared myself to be fucked in public, with dozens and dozens of people surrounding me. I could smell our sex and couldn't believe that no-one had a clue what we were doing.

The first few thrusts were so intense and I felt dizzy and weak. I looked over my shoulder towards my table and my girlfriends were sitting there laughing and talking and I waved again, grinning at them, thinking to myself that if they knew what I was doing ..... well, let's just say they would be surprised. My friend started to change his thrusts now and I knew he wasn't going to last long. One hand wound around my thighs to the front and found my engorged clit. I gasped as he rubbed it and I felt myself tense up and then as he continued to rub me and thrust inside of me I felt myself suddenly relax, all the tension leaving. At the same moment he jerked, I could feel his cock shuddering, then I felt hot spurts inside of me up against my cervix. Fuck! Right at that moment the man in front moved and the barman smiled and asked what I wanted. I could barely talk, I was so dry. 'Coke' I croaked. As I reached down into my pockets for money, I felt my friend ease out of me, tug my panties back and pull my skirt back down.

The Coke was pushed across the bar towards me and as I waited for my change I gulped down some mouthfuls, craving the cold, refreshing drink. I thanked the barman and then turned, looking forward to thanking my friend and catching up with him. He was gone. I looked up at the people surrounding me and they were all just focused on waiting for their drinks. I searched the crowd for him and couldn't see him anywhere. Damn. I teetered back over to the table, carefully holding my drink and avoiding all the drunk people. I sat back down at the table and realised I was trembling. 'You took your time' one of my friends laughed. 'We've been having so much fun and you've missed out' she added. Just then a large glob of cum slid out of my cunt into my panties. I sneaked my hand under the table and into my panties, scooping up a pool of our mixed juices. 'Oh don't worry' I reassured them as I surreptitiously tasted our cum, 'I was very well looked after'! That was a night to remember.

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