"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!
He pulls me off the table and turns me around. I bend over and rest my palms against the table. My legs are apart and my ass is sticking out, my skirt is bunched up and I can feel the juice dripping out of my pussy and down my leg. I can’t believe I’m going to let this stranger fuck me right here in the open where anyone could walk out of the bar and see us. I hear his zipper and then I feel him stroking the head of his cock up and down my soaked cunt lips. He leans over and whispers in my ear. "What a hot, wet little slut you are. Tell me what you want." Dear God, I can’t help myself.
"I want you to stick your cock in me and fuck my juicy cunt." I say, wiggling my ass at him.
"Oh, I love it when you talk dirty." He chuckles, sliding just the head inside me. It feels so good. His cock head is stretching my pussy open. The cool breeze feels wonderful on my hot, wet cunt. He presses forward, giving me just a little more and I moan, pushing back toward him. He pulls back and I let out a little frustrated whimper. "What’s the matter, slut? Not getting what you want?" he asks me.
"No, I’m not." I answer honestly.
