We talk on the phone and agree to meet at a local bar for a drink. I'm nervous, as this will be our second meeting, and this one will include touching and fondling.
Our first meeting was just to break the ice. Now the ice is broken, it's beginning to thaw and the heat is rising. I'm running late and hurry out the door. In my haste to meet you, I forgot to put on panties. Oops. Oh well, I think to myself, I'm sure he won't mind. I had the special pair laying on the bed, bought just for this occasion. I had them there, waiting for me to put them on at the last minute. But after our phone conversation, I totally spaced them out and ran out the door without ever thinking about them twice. Halfway to the bar, I realized it, but it was too late to turn around. I had a nice, medium length skirt on and knew no one would be any wiser, except maybe you.
I rush through the door of the bar and see you sitting at at dark corner table. I lean over to kiss you, and brush my lips against yours, smelling you at the same time. "You smell good." I whisper to you. You can see the cleavage in my top and I like the way you look at it. We order drinks and chat about our lives for a while. Soon you reach your hand over and place it on my thigh. Your skin is warm through the material of my skirt.
We move closer in the darkness and you whisper in my ear, "I like your cleavage." I smile and adjust my top a little so you can see more. You trace the top edge of the lacy material with your index finger and slowly slide it in. The booth is dark and no one really notices us, except maybe the lonely guy sitting at the bar talking to the bar tender. But he pretends he doesn't see us.
"Hmm, that feels nice" I say, and move even closer. Our lips brush again and this time it is a deep kiss. Our lips part and our tongues dance lightly against each other's and we soon are leaning into it. The heat is building between us and I know that kissing in a bar is not enough. "I have a confession to make." I say, "I forgot my panties. Ooops." I look to see your reaction. You look me deep in the eyes and smile. Your hand reaches under the table, and while you are holding my gaze with yours, you wiggle your hand under my skirt and slowly up my thigh. I anticipate where you're going and slightly spread my legs apart to allow you free access. Your finger reaches out and slowly traces a circle around my lips. I breathe into your ear and will you to go even further. But madingly you move so slow. Building the anticipation. Building the pressure in me.
"You want me to finger you right here, baby?" you whisper. The only response I can manage is to weakly nod my head, while looking you in the eye. Your finger traces smaller and smaller circles around me until finally, finally you reach the very top of my clit and begin to massage it slightly. "Oh God." is all I can faintly squeak out. Your finger is magic. The sensation of that one fingertip on that one spot where all the nerves in my body are tingling to, is driving me crazy. For only our second meeting you sure know how to hit the right spot. I lean my head back on the booth and close my eyes.
"You like that, don't you?" you whisper as you lazily stroke up and down the length of me. For my response I reach over and pull your head down in a very deep, very passionate kiss. Suddenly, and without warning, your finger shoots into me, and I draw a deep breath, while still kissing you. You pull your finger out slowly, only to plunge it back in just as quickly. I break the kiss and my head falls forward onto your shoulder and I can't breathe. Oh god, how I want more.
"Baby, take me home." I whisper to you.
"Not yet. I'm not finished here yet." you tease and slowly re-insert your finger into my hot, and now very wet pussy. You take my hand and place it on your very, very hard cock and begin to rub it. Your hand, and mine, begin to massage you at the same time. I am barely aware of our surroundings, but know someone is probably watching us, and I don't care. All I care about is your finger in my pussy, and my hand on your hardness. "Feel that baby? You did that. When you told me you didn't have on any panties." I rub it harder now and I can feel the heat through the material, and oh god how I want to rip those jeans off right now. But your hand still covers mine, and as I try to undue a button, you stop me.
"No, I want to feel you. You can't touch me yet." You whisper, and you are still moving that magical finger in and out of me.
"Oh please." I whisper, "I can't take much more." I plead with you.
"Look at me." You demand, "not yet. I want to tease you." you say. Then the hand you had covering mine on your cock, moves up and slightly pinches a nipple. I breathe in very deep and sharp and you look at me. Your eyes take it all in, and the sound of my breath turns you on even more. You pinch harder this time, and I have to bite my lower lip to keep from moaning out load. Probably no one but you would hear the sound, but I keep quiet anyway. Your finger plunges into me again, and you pinch my nipple at the same time, and this gets the response you wanted. I moan just loud enough for some people to hear, but only one person looks our way, the guy at the bar.
"You like that, don't you?" you ask.
"Yes, yes I like that very much." I whisper.
"Tell me how much, or I'll stop." you say and pretend to pull away.
"Oh god, don't stop. I like your finger inside me. Oh baby... " I whisper very lowly. "And the way you pinch my nipple, makes me want to cum right now. Please don't stop." I breathe into your ear. You smile, satisfied with yourself.