I walk into the bar and look around. Typical Friday night—all guys having a drink after a long day at work. Mostly regulars just hanging out. I get a few waves and nods as I make my way to a stool near the end of the bar. The bartender and I exchange a few words and she brings me the usual. I look a couple of stools over and there’s a face I haven’t seen before. Tall, dark hair, clean cut, an earring. Hmmm, I think to myself—very nice. I catch his eye and he smiles. "Hi." I say, smiling back.
"Hi." He replies. I move down to the stool next to him.
"I’ve never seen you here before." I say, extending my hand. "I’m Laura."
"I’m Mike." He says, smiling that sexy smile again.
We have a drink and start talking about the weather, work, just general getting-to-know-you stuff. I decide to challenge him to a game of darts. "Sure," he says "but we have to have a bet."
"OK—winner buys the next round." I say.
"I was thinking of something a little more interesting." He says, giving me a sly look.
"Really?" I ask. "What did you have in mind?"
"Well, let’s start out easy. Loser has to kiss the winner."
"Oh, please—there’s no loser in that situation." I laugh. But I agree and we start to play. I’m getting a pretty good buzz about halfway through the game but I manage to win it anyway. "OK—time to pay up." I say, beckoning him toward the back door. We walk outside behind the bar. "I can’t kiss you in there." I explain, heading for the picnic table out back. "Too many nosy people." I sit on the edge of the table and pull him over to me. He bends his head and touches his lips to mine, softly. I open my mouth to him and his tongue slips inside. He teases me with his tongue, sliding around in my mouth, sucking and nibbling my bottom lip. There’s a cool breeze outside. My nipples are hardening against the fabric of my shirt—a combination of arousal and the cool night air. I can feel my pussy starting to get wet.
His hand rests at my waist, then slowly slides up toward my breast. He runs his thumb along the bottom of my breast. Then he rubs his thumb across my nipple and I shiver. "Oh, God." I whisper. I lean back, resting my palms on the table, sliding my ass closer to the edge. He leans over me, now our crotches are touching. I know this is probably a bad idea, but I can’t help myself. I can feel his hard cock through his jeans. He pinches my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling and pulling it. I wrap my legs around him, rubbing against his cock. He leans over farther, pinning me against the picnic table. He slides his hand down along my thigh, then up under my skirt, kissing me the whole time. I suck in my breath as his finger finds my slit. He strokes softly through my panties, gradually increasing the pressure. "Mmm…wet." He says. I’m getting very worked up, my panties are soaked and he pulls his finger away long enough to hook it over the elastic of my g-string and pull it down and off.
He drops to his knees in front of me and pushes my skirt up. His tongue finds my pussy and he starts flicking my clit with his tongue. Then he licks up and down my cunt lips, pushing his tongue inside me. I’m rocking against him, pushing against his mouth, wanting more. He takes my clit between his lips and starts sucking it, gently. In no time at all, I feel the orgasm building. I wrap my legs around him and bite my lip, trying to muffle the scream. I come, thrashing around on the table. He looks up at me from my dripping slit and smiles. I’m almost embarrassed at my response. I’m such a slut!
