It had been a long week, and the only thing on my mind was getting out of work, and going to my favorite bar to kick back a few pints of beer. As I was leaving, I ran into a friend on the stairs. She was a stunning brunette, who stood about 5 feet 6 inches, with short hair, slender build, nice breasts, and legs that went on forever. I had always found her attractive, but it was not until we had worked together on a project last spring, that we really got to know each other, and I found her even more attractive. Recently, I had started to fantasize about her, and what it would be like to with her sexually. Anyway, her week must have been as bad as mine, because when I mentioned that I was going to the bar for a drink, she asked if I minded some company.
When we got to the bar, we had a few drinks, and played the usual get to know each other game of "Would you rather sleep with person A or person B", and had a lot of laughs along the way. As we both started to unwind from the hectic week, the talk became more flirtatious. I had mentioned to her before, how I had always fantasized about having sex in a public place - where there were people around, but who were not aware of you, or what you were doing. I had also told her that a friend of mine had mentioned to me, about this little alcove that was on the side alley to this bar, hidden behind some bushes. Most people walked by without ever noticing it. It was large enough to fit two people comfortably, with plenty of maneuvering room. She said that it sounded interesting, and that she would have to remember to check it out, the next time she was out on a hot date, as she gave me a wink.
Before I had a chance to respond, she stood up, leaned in close to my face, grabbed my hand, and said "Come on, let's play some pool." As the night wore on, the beers were flowing, and we both did a few shots of Jack. As we were playing, she brought up the alley story that I had told her about earlier. She mentioned how most guys would probably drag their girlfriends out there just to have a quickie, without any concern of whether she was enjoying herself or not. "Guys are all alike, as long as they get their rocks off, they don't care whether the woman is satisfied or not." Just as I was about to defend all mankind, the waitress came with another round, so I let it drop.
We had been at the bar for several hours, had more drinks than I could remember, and shot four rounds of pool, when she said that it was getting late, and that she was going to take off. I told her to hang on, and that I would walk her out. I went and settled our tab, and walked her to her car.
We did the normal small talk, and I told her that I enjoyed the night, and that we would have to do it again sometime. I leaned in, to give her a quick kiss on the cheek, but at the last moment, she turned her head and met my lips straight on. Seizing the opportunity, I bent back in to give her a proper kiss, and then another. One thing quickly led to another, and before you know it, we were making out. We were leaning against her car, enjoying ourselves, when we were interrupted by a couple leaving the bar.
When I turned back towards her to pick up where I left off, she had a glint in her eye, and a grin spread across her lips. She said "You know, it's a shame we don't have someplace more private to go, like an alley or something." Returning her grin, I grabbed her hand, and said "Follow me".
I led her to the other side of the bar, and down the side alley, which led to the overflow parking lot. We went down about halfway, before I stopped. I looked around to make sure no one was around, and then pulled her through the overgrown bushes that were blocking our destination, a 4 foot by 4 foot square alcove, built into the building. I turned to her and said, "As you wished my lady". It wasn't exactly the Ritz, but it was private enough, even though people could walk by no more than 3 feet from where we now stood. I turned towards her and said "Where were we ... oh Yes", and with that, proceeded to kiss her again.
She was wearing her gray skirt, with the green and red checkered pattern. Whenever she wore it to work, it always reminded me of a Catholic school girl's uniform. I had many fantasies about her in that skirt, and of how badly I wanted to have my face nestled between those killer legs, that were under that skirt.
I snapped back to reality, with the sound of two guys walking down the alley, stumbling over each other, and shouting rather loudly. We both stopped and looked at each other, to see if they had seen us, but they just walked right on by. We looked at each other, and both gave a sigh of relief. Neither one of us wanted to be caught before the fun even had a chance to begin.
I went back to kissing her now, very softly at first, giving both of us time, to become familiar with each other's mouth. As our kissing became stronger, I started to rub her leg at the base of her skirt, and slowly worked my way into her inner thigh. I knew I got her attention, by the sudden gasp she let out. I slowly caressed her thigh with my fingertips, ever so gently. She seemed receptive to my bold exploration however, as she jammed her tongue in my mouth, while pulling me closer. I was tempted to go further right then and there, but remembered what she had said earlier, and decided to delay my pleasure (and hers) for at least a little while longer.
I took my hand out from under her skirt, and pulled her tight against my body. I had grown hard by now, and realized that she was aware of this too, by the little smirk that spread across her face. I picked up the pace of my kissing, as I slowly let my tongue explore her mouth. I slid my hands down her back, tracing the line of her spine. As our kissing continued, I slid my hands further down her back, until I was cupping her ass with my hands.
I pulled her tight against my body, and we started to grind back and forth. If there was any question before about the hardness of my dick, that question had been answered. I helped guide her rocking motion, as my hands directed her body over my groin from behind. All I could think of, was how badly I wanted to be inside her at this very moment. She must have been reading my mind, because no sooner had I thought that, when she slid her hands straight down my chest, and onto my pants. She pulled down my zipper and slid one hand inside my fly before I snapped out of the fantasy. I grasped her hand, and pulled it back out. "Unh unh" I said, "not yet. Tonight is all about your pleasure."
I slid my hand back up under her skirt, and straight back to the familiar territory of her thigh. Only this time, it was for a short pit stop. As I was rubbing her leg, I slid my hand gently over the outside of her panties, and over her mound. It must have surprised her, because she let out a loud gasp. We looked to see if anyone had heard us, but luckily no one did. I continued rubbing her pussy, as I traced up and down her slit through her panties. Besides the quickened pace of our kissing, I knew she was enjoying herself, as I felt her underwear start to get wet. I was rubbing her back and forth, and would tease her every now and then, by sliding a finger along the elastic band on her thigh. But I always made sure to pull back, before my finger would slide under her panties.
