[This piece represents my first submission to Literotica after years of enjoying everyone else's work. I am very interested in comments and feedback. Thanks to Captain_Midnight for minor copy editing.]
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As you're sitting at the bar, you feel deliciously naughty. You haven't dressed this slutty in quite a while, and you'd forgotten how exciting it was. Not just the clothes, or lack thereof, but the feeling of being on the prowl, being out looking for sex. Not a date, not a boyfriend, just pure, lustful, animal sex.
Tonight, you want to get fucked. Hard. Deep. Fast. This is not about love, or passion, or even sex for fun. This is about fucking, dirty fucking, fucking for the pure physical pleasure of it, of using someone for your own purposes.
Even the word is perfect for tonight. Fucking. It's so raw. So intense and powerful. It screams out to be dirty, to break the rules, to do what you've been told you're not supposed to do. Fuck the Puritans, the religious right, and every other authoritarian, parental agency out there. Tonight you're gonna FUCK, and you're gonna love every God damned minute of it.
A wicked smile crosses your face. This is going to be fun.
You lean back against the bar, sipping your drink. You have your legs crossed, not yet wanting to show everyone the fact that you are going commando under this tight leather skirt. Tease them a little bit, make them WANT you. The more turned on they are, the better they'll fuck. Mmmm, love that word.
You rest your elbows on the bar and survey the scene. You smile again, know that sitting this way makes your ample chest jut out even more, pulling your t-shirt tight across your tits. It's not cold in here, but glancing down you can see the trace outlines on your nipples poking up. Of course, the rip you made in the collar also gives you a nice view down your cleavage.
The bar isn't very full, a few guys shooting pool in a dark corner, 2 or 3 folks at tables, and a half dozen folks at the bar. Most are guys, but a couple are there with dates. You smile seductively at each guy at the bar, spending extra time on those with dates. Why not stir things up a bit?
To your surprise and pleasure, you're getting a reaction from the women too. A couple are glaring at you; one hit her guy on the arm. Another one, though, keeps eyeing your legs and whispering in her guy's ear. You notice his eyes are focused on your tits, and they don't move even when he nods.
Before you can make a move, you realize someone has walked up to youβ
"Hey babe! What are you doing here?" I say.
"I didn't expect to see you here! How are you! It's been so long!"
I give you a quick hug, squeezing your tits into my chest. You feel my hand rubbing your back, confirming that you didn't wear a bra. Part of you is bummed to see me; friends weren't part of your plan for the night. Then you remember all the fun we had together in college...
"C'mon back and shoot some pool with me; let's get reacquainted. Johnny! Bring us another round in the back, eh?"
As I lead you back towards the pool table, you stare at the way my pants are tight across my ass. You walk past me to grab a cue, brushing your hand across my shoulders.
"Have you been working out?"
"Yep," I say, and glancing over your shoulder you see me watching your ass, too, as you collect the cue. "Looks like you have been, too. NICE outfit by the way!" You can't help but notice the horny grin on my face and the way my eyes devour your entire body.
"Let's see if I can put something in the pocket," I say as I line up to break.
"I don't have any pockets in this skirt, but maybe you can find a couple someplace else..."
You chuckle lightly as my shot goes wild, missing the cue ball, and skipping off the felt. I move away and let you take a shot
You know I'm watching your ass closely as you bend deeply over the table, your skirt riding high up on your thighs. It's barely covering the bottom of your ass cheeks now.
Just as you take your shot, I blow strongly towards you, and you feel the air current caress your bare, hairless pussy lips. The sensation spoils your aim, and the cue ball caroms off the bumpers, coming to rest without touching the rack.
"Hmmm, looks like you missed my balls," I say, moving up behind you and pressing my hips into yours. You can feel my hard, swelling cock through the back of your skirt.
"That's not all I missed," you purr, your hand reaching back and stroking my pool cue, "You've got a hell of a nice stick too."
"You certainly got the chance to see what it can do; maybe you will again tonight."
You start to turn around, but I pin your hips to the table with mine. Your head comes around though and my lips come down hard on yours. The kiss is hot, needful, and promises great things to come. Our tongues battle fiercely for control, for dominance.
So far this is a good sign for you, the way we are fucking each other with our mouths matches the fucking you so desperately want with you whole body. A quiver runs through you at the thought.
I send a hard, fast shot down the table, breaking apart the rack, but not sinking anything.
"Take your shot," I say roughly, "Try not to get too distracted."
With a small moan you line up another shot. You feel my hand slide down your back and rub your ass firmly, gripping and squeezing it. You have to bend over to line up on the cue ball which pulls your skirt up again. My hand glides down your ass, past the hem of the skirt.