I see you sitting alone at the bar and ask if I can sit beside you, as you turn to answer my eyes scan over your body from your heels, up your stocking clad legs to the short skirt half way up your thighs, the buttons on your shirt straining to hold your boobs in. Our eyes meet and you can see by the twinkle in my eye that I am hungry, ready to devour you.
You stammer "yes" so I sit down with my knees either side of yours stopping you from turning away from my stare. You are stuck facing me and we start talking, I order us both a drink and we cheers, our eyes locked across the top of the glasses. I shuffle my bar stool closer so my knees are surrounding yours, I close my thighs and briefly touch your stockings, you flinch but have no where to go so I touch again quickly, this time you don't flinch so I rest my thighs on your knees feeling the warmth of your skin.
I move my stool back a little, the hand that was on my knee moves to your knee and I see you stop yourself from moving away. My fingertips circle on the top of your silky stockings then my other hand does the same on your other knee, both drawing invisible circles on the top of your knees. The circles getting bigger, moving up your thighs, you can't move your eyes away from mine but I know you want to see my fingers move to the inside of your knees and ease them apart, after a second of resistance you let your knees be moved by me. The curve of your thighs covered in the dark stockings are being exposed to me, the shadows forming between your thighs and I keep pushing open until your skirt stops your thighs going wider. Leaning forward an inch I breath in the air, sniffing deeply, a little smile in the corner of my mouth so you know I can smell your pussy and we both know you are hot and wet.
My hands forgotten on your knees start their circle motion again, this time on the inside of your knees and moving slowly up the inside of your thighs until my hands disappear under the skirt that is only just covering your stocking tops. I feel the warm soft flesh of your thigh for the first time, that gentle bulge where the stockings are tight to your skin. My hands keep moving until they are at the junction between your thighs and your pussy, one finger moved to your panties to press them between your swollen lips. I put my hands back to my own knees after wiping my glistening finger on my lip. Holding my hand out I simply say "panties" curling my finger indicating to you what I want. You look shocked and flushed and start to climb down off the stool, numbly following the instruction that would normally horrify you.
Before you can move far I stop your movements, not letting you down to go to the toilet, "here" I state, you look around the bar, hotel bars are always busy, no one appears to be looking our way and the barman is busy with other customers so you wiggle in your seat, sliding your fingers under your skirt both sides of your legs. Tugging your panties down under your skirt, having to bounce a little to get them off your bum, each bounce creating a wonderful show under your shirt. You can see my eyes on your chest and try to limit how much your boobs are swinging and bouncing, you look down and see that your nipples are protruding through your tight shirt. With one final look around to make sure no one is watching you whip your panties down your legs and over your shoes.
Sitting back up with the scrap of black satin balled up in your hand you look around again and then from my eyes to my hand held out waiting. You push the panties against my hand hoping no one will see, as you sit back I open my hand, your panties visible to anyone who might look, and raise them to my face inhaling. I move them between my fingers until I find the wettest spot, watching you blush because you can see the moisture too, I lick the panties slowly with the tip of my tongue. Satisfied, I fold the panties neatly and sit them on the bar between our two glasses. I can see the fear in your eyes seeing your panties on public display but your attention is quickly diverted back to your knees as my fingers return to them, easing your thighs apart and moving back under your skirt
All your wriggling to take your panties off means your skirt is much higher up your thighs, your stocking tops peeking out. My fingers followed the path they travelled earlier, back to where your thighs meet and the one finger that previously pushed your panties between your lips repeated the same motion but this time I am touching the burning fire that is your pussy lips. Running my finger up and down just along your lips, gathering moisture, taking your wetness and searching for your clit hidden at the top of your dripping pussy. Rubbing my wet finger around your clit I see your face redden and your nipples poke harder at your shirt. With one finger toying your clit I use two more fingers from that same hand to ease open your lips and as I do a sigh escapes your lips. My left hand holds your thigh tightly, not enough to hurt but enough to make sure you know there is no escape. Two fingers delve slowly in to your pussy making your juices run out along my fingers. Lubricating my fingers as they build up a rhythm sliding in and out of you. Your breath is short but otherwise we appear to be just a couple of colleagues having a private conversation at the bar.
No one knows I move a third finger inside you and my thumb takes over rubbing your hard clit. I can feel your body responding, gently rocking to aide my fingers as they penetrate deep and fast, the walls of your pussy grasping and tightening against my fingers. Driving my fingers deeper, harder, curling my finger tips to rub against your g-spot, you are not able to stop yourself moving around but my hand on your thigh reminds you with a little squeeze. Pounding your pussy now, movements barely visible by any one else I can see your eyes rolling back in your head and I thrust deep in you and pinch your clit at the same time. Feeling your orgasm hit you, your pussy grasping my fingers, your juices flow all over my fingers, there will be a wet spot on the back of your skirt, and the bar stool no doubt. I can see the red flush roll up your chest and to your neck, the beads of sweat on your forehead and your hand holding the bar to steady yourself.
I reach into my pocket and drop a room key next to your panties, with a single glistening finger I slide the card towards you along the bar, tapping it twice with my nail as I lean in to you as you are still recovering I whisper in your ear "226". Standing up I turn to the bar, drain my glass and picking up your panties, I inhale as I put them to my face as if whipping my mouth, you watch your panties go in my trouser pocket which draws your attention to the bulge in my groin
I look you in the eye, smile and walk away...