I spend way too much of my free time at Barnes & Noble, my favorite book store. I love to read and wish I could afford to buy everything I want new, but usually have to resort to going to the library to see if what I want is on the shelf. I was wandering around as usual, going through my favorite sections and running my hands along the books, caressing them as if they were my little lovers, keeping me warm during the long winter nights.
I had just moved to my favorite section, Murder Mysteries, and was intent on finding at least one book to treat myself to. I came around the corner and saw you there, looking through the same books I was heading for. You looked up absently, kind of through me, then back down at your books.
"Wow," I thought, "He's tasty looking." As I stood there and stared, lost in my thoughts, you looked up again and saw me sizing you up.
"What've I got to lose?" I thought, "What's the worst that can happen?" I then proceeded to give you my very best 100-watt smile, which works about 95% of the time.
You sort of shook your head and smiled at me, looking me over from my long wavy hair down my big chest with my tight sweater on, past my even tighter jeans to my high heeled boots, then slowly back up again. When you met my eyes, I could feel my nipples get hard as diamonds, poking through my sweater and aching to be touched.
Absently, I just sort of reached up and brushed my fingertips lightly over them, all the while holding your gaze.
I'll give you credit, it took you a few seconds to give in and look down again, watching me run my hands over my nipples, back down my stomach to rest in front of my now wet, throbbing pussy.
Without saying a word, I smiled and crooked my finger, "Come with me." Turning and walking out of the store, books forgotten, I hoped you'd take the not so subtle hint and follow me.
I waited outside by the door, cold as hell, rubbing my thighs together to try to keep warm, my hard clit rubbing on my tight jeans seam. I hoped you'd succumb to my obvious charms quickly and cooperate.
Within a minute you were out the door, looking around and then smiling when you saw me standing against the wall, waiting. I took your hand and led you across the parking lot of the strip mall to a nearby bar. It was kind of a dive, but I was beyond looking for "atmosphere" at that point.
This bar had some hokey Western theme, sawdust on the floor, horns on the walls, candles on little tables covered with red and white checkered tablecloths. As we sat next to each other, a waitress came and took our drink order. I don't remember what we were drinking...I only had one thought in my head...taste this yummy man!
We sat there, still not saying a word to each other, just looking at each other, our eyes saying everything as the waitress set our drinks down and left us.
We sipped and stared and sipped and stared and soon I was looking around the dimly lit bar, checking things out to see how many people were around. Not too many, a few scattered at tables, but nobody nearby and nobody paying attention to us back in the corner.
I put my hand on your knee, squeezing it like it was your big, hard cock in my hand, slowly rubbing and squeezing up and down your leg, and soon you were the one squirming in your jeans. I took one last look around, took a deep breath and slowly went under the table. I wasn't sure if this would end badly, but I was too fucking hot to care by then.
I knelt in front of you and spread your legs, running my hands up your thighs then back down. I leaned in and took a good look. It was hard to see in the dim light, especially under the table, but I could definitely see a nice hard bulge in those jeans.
Licking my lips, I leaned in and put my open mouth right where I thought the base of your cock and your balls would be and blew hot air through your jeans, closing my teeth down gently on the base of your hard prick and alternately sucking air through my nose and then blowing hot air out of my mouth and into your jeans.
I must have hit the right spot because I heard you groan and your legs shot open and you pressed your meat harder into my mouth.
Now I took that as a "Yes, go right ahead with your agenda..." and I slid my hands up your crotch to your belt, unbuckling it while I gently gnawed on your bone.
I had a dilemma then...how was I going to get you unzipped and sprung free and yet keep my mouth on you at the same time? I ran my fingers under your shirt and slid my nails up and down your hairy chest and stomach, all the while debating in my head. I finally decided I needed to taste that precum that I knew must be just oozing out of you.
I slowly unzipped your jeans, taking care not to hurt that monster twitching around in your pants. And a good thing too as you were going commando...did you know what was in your future when you got dressed today? I felt the heat of your cock escape as I opened your jeans, breathing in your unique scent, feeling my panties soak yet again as a big gush of pussy juice escaped me.
"Oh my," I thought, "Shaved for my dining pleasure!" as I pulled your smooth, hard dick out of your pants, gently cupping your balls and releasing them too.
I couldn't believe I was doing this. I'm pretty much into "anything goes," but this was way beyond anything I'd ever done before. Taking a complete stranger out of his pants, not knowing his name, not a word spoken between us, in some tacky bar where I'm sure to get caught and be completely humiliated.
"Yes," I said to myself, "You could have been warm at home in bed with your new book by now...NOT!"
Curving the hot palm of my hand around the back of your cock, I started at your balls, full flat tongue, licking upwards, pulling your balls up your cock until they came loose off the end of my tongue and dropped back down, leaving my hot, pink tongue licking up and up your shaft. I went slowly, savoring the moment, knowing when I reached the tip there would almost certainly be some nice precum oozing out for me to taste.
Sure enough, when I got there I found you were almost as wet as me...the whole head of your cock glistening with it. I ran the head of your cock slowly across my bottom lip from one side to the other, painting my lip with your precum like lipstick. Running the tip across my top lip, I slowly gripped your cock at the base, wrapping my fist around it and pulling up slowly, more and more precum oozing out of the hole to paint my pink, pouting lips with.
I leaned back on my heels, taking just a moment to run my tongue around my lips. I just knew you would taste as good as you looked and I was not disappointed. Running my finger around my lips, I gathered some of your precum on my finger and slowly snaked my hand up under your shirt until I reached your mouth.
You grabbed my hand and sucked my finger in your mouth, swirling the tip of your tongue around and around my finger, sucking it clean and softly biting up and down the length, each nibble sending a jolt of electricity straight to my pussy.
I regretfully pulled my finger out of your mouth and brought it back down your hard chest, running my fingernail slowly across your skin, just hard enough to make your stomach muscles twitch and leave a wet trail back down your stomach to your lap.
It was going to be difficult to maneuver under this table, but I was going to give it my very best shot. Once again wrapping my fist around the base of your cock, I slowly tilted the head back toward my mouth. I took just the tip between my lips and proceeded to give you a nice French kiss right on the head of your cock, swirling my tongue around the head and softly darting in and out of the slit. I ran my tongue over and over the smooth skin, memorizing the shape, texture and taste so that when I thought back to this moment I would remember it all.
I felt you tense up and heard the waitress ask you if you were ready for another drink. I of course took this opportunity to suck as much of your cock into my mouth as I could, sucking, sucking and closing my lips tightly around the shaft.
"Sure," you answered the waitress in an awfully gravelly, tense voice.
I smiled as I realized the waitress was still standing there, making small talk with you. I was waiting for her to bust me under the table, but so far I was safe. You were still hard as a rock and I realized you were a very bad boy and were getting off on this, me on my knees blowing you while others were so close by. I loved it too. I felt very alive, my senses extra keen to keep alert while in my vulnerable position. Still holding you with my fist, I decided I needed some lube.
Being careful not to bump my head on the table and thereby alerting the waitress to my presence, I carefully straightened up the best I could and unzipped my jeans. I slid two fingers into my panties, across my clit, straight into my hot, soaked hole, gathering as much pussy juice as I could on my fingers.
It felt so good that I just had to stroke my clit for a minute or two, almost forgetting what I had reached into my panties for!