At the end of the day, I knew she would be mine.
It was my then-girlfriend's (now wife) 25th birthday, and we'd gone out to a bar with several friends. The interior lighting was a mix of a few fluorescents in the ceiling, the billiard lights suspended over the pool tables, and plenty of neon and other signage on the walls. The bar was only moderately busy, so there was plenty of space without feeling empty. An old jukebox stood near a small dance floor, belting out an eclectic mix of country and pop music. She was dressed for the occasion, wearing a sexy skirt and top that bordered on inappropriate for public viewing. It was clear that public viewing was exactly the idea, though.
The evening progressed as one might expect. It began with a drink, a few games of pool, a few rounds of darts. A lot of talking, catching up with the latest happenings with our friends as we either sat at a table or stood around a tall, round bar table. As the night went on and the drinks added up, people began to take to the dance floor. I'm not much for dancing so although I did dance a little, I mostly watched while she danced with her friends. She's a bit of a flirt and not shy (especially after a little tequila), so the dancing eventually pushed the boundaries of what society would normally consider proper behavior. But then, she has seldom concerned herself with what others considered proper. At one point, she was dancing with another couple, with my girlfriend sandwiched between the two of them, all three in a row. If the guy's cock didn't get hard with my girlfriend's ass pressed up against it, there would have had to have been something wrong with him.
In between dancing or talking, she would come back to me now and then. But mostly, I let her have her fun. After all, at the end of the day, I knew she would be mine.
At one point (and I'm honestly not sure how), she wound up sitting on the edge of the pool table with her legs wrapped around a man's waist. Her hands were behind her supporting her, and his were on her breasts. Her head was tilted back, and she was laughing, but I knew there was a fine line between the laughter of having fun and the pleasure of being touched.
I suppose I might have been concerned or jealous, but I wasn't. At the end of the day, I knew she would be mine.
Finally, a few hours and a lot of drinks later, it was time to go home. I hadn't been drinking at all, so I pulled the car around front so she wouldn't have to walk. She wasn't fall-down or black-out drunk, but she was definitely enjoying quite the buzz. She was giggling and laughing the whole time as we got into the car. As we were about to pull out, she lifted up her shirt to flash whomever happened to be there. As it turns out, it was only the bouncer, for whom I'm quite certain was not his first time seeing someone do something like that.
We got on the road home (she'd moved in with me some time before), recapping the night as we went. She jumped rapidly from topic to topic. She peppered me with "Did you see when I..." or "Did you hear what so-and-so said?" questions, without really bothering to wait for an answer. I could tell that she was wound up and buzzed but was starting to return towards sobriety as we drove.
After about half an hour, we were nearly home. She reached over and began to caress my cock through my pants. "I hope you're not too tired," she cooed seductively.
"I'm not too tired as long as you're not too drunk," I joked.
"Honey," she said smiling, "I'm just the perfect amount of buzzed - enough to be feeling very relaxed, but not enough to regret anything tomorrow."
"Good to know," I smiled back as I pulled the car into the driveway and into the garage of the townhome we rented. I closed the garage door, and we went inside.
The door had barely closed before she turned around and pressed up against me, kissing me deeply. After a few moments she broke the kiss and looked up into my eyes demurely. "Are you sure you're not too tired? Because I'm not ready to call it a night yet." Her hands rubbing my chest and nipples through my shirt made it obvious that she wasn't talking about just a late night snack.
"Don't worry honey," I reassured her. "It might be late, but I've still got plenty of energy. It's your birthday."
"My birthday ended at midnight, but I'm glad you still have energy" she said, "because I want to make sure to give you a proper thank you for taking me out tonight." With that, she slowly slid down my body, getting on her knees in front of me. Her hands rubbed my cock through my pants, which began to harden rapidly, before loosening my belt and opening my pants. She tugged my boxers down slightly in order to release my cock, and then gave it a few strokes with her hand. "Mmmm," she breathed happily, "this is a good start!" She took my cock into her mouth, eliciting a deep inhalation of pleasure from me. She moved her mouth up and down while caressing my balls with one hand. If there had been any remaining bit of less-than-fully-erect in my cock, it quickly vanished.
For a while, I simply enjoyed what she was doing, while I ran my fingers through her hair. Soon though, I pulled her back and told her, "I think it's time to take this to the bedroom." She stood, and we began walking towards the stairs. Arriving there though, I stopped her. "On second thought, I have another idea. Bend over."
"Ooh, right here? Someone's impatient." she teased, but she complied. I lifted up her skirt to reveal that true to the rest of her outfit, she was wearing her sexiest pair of panties. I put a hand between her legs and, to no surprise, found that her panties were already wet.
"These are going to have to come off," I said as I pulled them down. She stepped out of them, then bent back over, her feet on the floor but her hands bracing herself a few steps up. I lifted her skirt back up as she spread her legs apart, and I slid my cock between her legs, reveling in how it felt to slide it up and down against the outside of her pussy, which was growing even wetter with the newly focused attention.
Her breathing became deeper. "Please," she whispered, "I need to feel you inside of me."
I was only too happy to oblige. She moaned happily as I slowly slid inside her. She was very wet, and her pussy felt warm and wonderfully tight as she took my cock an inch at a time. Finally, I was deep inside and I held still for a moment, just letting her pussy adapt to being filled. Then I felt her hips push back against mine, and I took that as my signal to begin to move in and out of her, slowly at first but building in speed until we reached a steady rhythm. My fingers threaded their way into her long hair, grabbing a handful and pulling the back of her head. The stairwell echoed with the sounds of both of our breathy moans, and with the steady, squishy slap-slap-slap of our fucking.
We both knew the night was not to end on the stairs though. We slipped apart in mutual understanding. She turned around and sat down a couple of steps above me and once again took my cock into her mouth. I knew she must be tasting her juices on my cock, and I loved watching her mouth work. It only lasted a moment, and then we were on the way upstairs to the bedroom.
