Dan and Me

I was still staying with my parents, a few nights after Christmas. Dad, bless him, had been telling Dave I didn't want to come to the phone when he'd been calling. I told him to tell Dave I was out. It'd do him good to wonder where I was and what I was doing. To say nothing of who I was doing.

The night before I was planning to drive home, I called Dan and asked him to pick me up. I wanted to have a bit of a night out to celebrate. I'd figured that Dave's cheating on me meant I had a pass, and I meant to use it. Before I left my parents' house, I took my wedding ring off, and left it on my bedside cabinet. It was going to be one of those nights.

When I left the house, I could see Dan's van sitting by the side of the road, and I headed over and got in on the passenger side. I reached over and kissed him, passionately.

"What did you want to do tonight then?" he asked, disentangling himself from me.

I put my seat belt on.

"You know, I've thought I might go and see Bob again. The old guy in the bar. After all, him feeling me up was what set me off again, and I feel I should, uh, thank him."

"Thank him?"

"You know what I mean. I was thinking you could stay in the van and tell me what to do in text messages again. That's how I first met him, after all."

He checked his mirror and pulled away.

"What the lady wants," he said. "Have you figured out what you're going to do when you get home yet?"

"I'm not sure. I'll see what Dave wants to do, but at least he's not the only one getting fucked at the moment."

Dan pulled in to the parking lot of the bar and parked. He turned the van off and went through to sit on the back seat. I followed him through, and opened the side door.

I got out and stood next to the van.

"How do I look?"

"I have no idea," he said. "Unbutton the coat."

I unbuttoned my coat, holding the sides apart for him. I was wearing the shortest skirt I'd brought, but it still came down to my knees.

"You look like a dowdy MILF," Dan said with a slight grin.

"I can fix that," I said, and turned the skirt around so the button and zip were in front of me. I was originally going to roll it over at the top to make it shorter, but then I thought "fuck it" and undid it, dropping it down so I could step out of it. I tossed it into the van.

"How about now?"

"You look like a dowdy MILF without a skirt on," Dan said with a bigger grin.

"Fuck you," I said, and unbuttoned my blouse. I pulled my arms inside it, then put my arms back in my coat. I tossed the blouse into the van too.

I held my coat open again.

"Better?"

"A little," he said. "But that's not the sort of sexy bra you used to wear."

I looked down at my bra. It was nice, white, with lacy edgings, but it wasn't a pushup bra or anything. I sighed, and reached back and unhooked it. I pulled the straps over one arm at a time, taking my bra off. I tossed it in with the other clothes.

"Now?"

"Eh," he said.

I looked down at my bikini panties. I thought they looked nice, but they weren't sexy, like a thong or G-string would be. I figured I was going to go all in anyway, so I slid them down my legs, and stepped out of them. I tossed them in, and held my coat open again. I still had my sparse pubic hair, as I just hadn't felt like shaving it all off. Besides, a lot of guys like to see you're a natural redhead when you're a natural redhead.

"Much better," he said, "just a shame about the heels. So what's the plan?"

"I'll go in and find Bob, then see how things go. I'll text you."

"And if he isn't there?"

"I'll see if there's anybody else I like the look of, or I'll come back out."

I buttoned up my coat and walked across the parking lot to the back door of the bar. I felt cold, and tingly. I was nervous, but buzzing, looking forward to how the evening was going to go.

Once in the bar, I looked around, starting at the bar. There was Bob, talking to the barman, he had his back to me. I walked up next to him.

"Buy a girl a drink?"

He seemed a little surprised to see me.

"I thought you'd have gone home by now," he replied.

I didn't sit down, I figured I'd stand closer to him. I also didn't have to worry about my buttons coming undone or anything.

"Not yet," I said. "I'll probably go back tomorrow. Not much to go home to, really."

I asked the barman for a large white wine. I thanked him when he brought me one, and chugged it.

"Another?" he asked. I nodded.

He poured another glass, and I just looked at it on the bar. The barman went away.

"Dutch courage?" Bob asked. I nodded. I was going to need a lot of courage to get through this.

"So I hooked up with my friend again for my last night before I go home," I said, "and he's telling me what to do. Interested, or should I go somewhere else?"

"Oh god, I'm in," he said.

After a brief pause, he asked "Why do you this?"

"Because it turns me on," I said. "I like doing things that a lot of people would find scandalous, and I guess I like the thrill of maybe getting caught. And hey, why shouldn't I?"

I looked at him.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked him.

"Look love, I'm old, past my prime, and the wife's just waiting for me to drop dead. This is the most fun I've had in years."

I unlocked my phone, and he watched as I typed to Dan.

All set

He replied quickly, and I showed Bob what it said.

Undo the middle button

He looked down at me, then looked around the bar, behind us. I'd expected to go to the men's room rather undress here, and this was making me nervous. But I'd roll with it. For the moment. Right, I thought, let's do this.

I softly spoke so only he'd hear "go on then."

He took a beat, but then he reached over and undid the middle button. I carried on facing the bar, so nobody could see me.

I texted Dan.

Done

He texted back straight away. I read it, and showed Bob the message.

Put your hand in

I put the phone down on the bar, and steeled myself. I didn't want to jump or act weird and draw attention to us.

He reached across himself and slipped his fingers into my coat. So, now he knew at least that I wasn't wearing a blouse.

He stroked my tummy while I texted Dan.

Done

Dan replied quickly. I pretty much knew what it was going to say, but I read it anyway and showed Bob.

Undo the next button down

He undid the next button down, but couldn't reach down much further. So he still didn't know I was naked under the coat. I wanted him to know. I figured it would get him all hot and bothered.

I softly said to him "use the other hand."

I picked up my wine while he swapped hands. His left hand went all the way down my front, under my coat, and he quickly found I wasn't wearing panties either.

He picked his beer up, and we stood there trying to look relaxed as he stroked my pubic hair. My legs were clamped together tightly, but he wiggled his fingers just above my pussy, wanting access. I relaxed my legs, but it's not like I was going to go spread eagled at the bar or anything. His rough fingers found my slit and rubbed up and down. OK, that was it, I didn't want this to go too far out here, and I know what Dan's like.

I gulped my wine down and tapped his arm. He pulled it out of my coat, and I headed for the men's room. Part way across the bar, I realized I hadn't redone the buttons, but it was too late to draw attention to that now... I was almost there.

When I got there, I just went straight in and headed to the disabled stall. There was nobody in there, so I went and sat on the toilet and texted Dan.

In the men's room

Bob came in and locked the door. I showed him Dan's response.

Undo the next button up

I stood up, and he undid the next button up. He probably knew I wasn't wearing anything under the coat now.

I texted Dan.

Done

I showed Bob the response.

Put your hand in

He put both hands in, and grabbed my tits. He squeezed and stroked them, and I felt my nipples stiffen, as his hands were cold. OK, and I was getting a bit more turned on. Dan texted me again. Bob was looking at his hands, so I looked at the reply.

"He wants a picture," I said, and handed him the phone.

He took a picture with one hand inside my coat. Then a picture of just me, with my coat open. He reached in and pulled my coat around to expose one tit, and took another picture.

He gave me the phone back, and I texted Dan the picture with my tit sticking out of my coat.

I showed Bob the response.

Suck it

He leaned forward and put his mouth to my tit and sucked the nipple, then he gently bit it and ran his tongue over it. I took a couple of pictures, then pushed him off gently, and sent Dan the last picture.

We looked at the response.

Undo the other buttons

He undid the remaining buttons, then pulled the coat apart to see me, naked. I took over holding one side of the coat, and handed him the phone. He took it, and I held the other side of the coat, holding it open so he could take pictures. Then I pulled the coat closer together and pushed my leg out, like the poster for that crappy old Showgirls movie, and he took more pictures.

While he was taking pictures, the phone buzzed with a message from Dan. We both looked at it.

Take off coat

I slid out of the coat, and hung it up on the hook on the door. The outer door to the men's room opened, and somebody else came in. I shushed Bob, and he took a couple more pictures of me. I took the phone back from him, and texted Dan.

Somebody else has come in, no problem

Dan replied, and we looked at the message.

Holding tits

I stood in front of him and he reached around and held my tits together. I could feel his hard cock on my bum as I took a couple of selfies.

I texted Dan while Bob let go of my tits, ran his hands down my tummy and started scratching me through my pubic hair. We both looked at the response.

Sucking dick

I turned around and gave him the phone, then knelt down and unzipped him. I pulled his pants and shorts down, and his cock popped out and almost hit me in the face.

I caught it with one hand, and managed to get his shorts down to his thighs with the other. I wiped his cock over my face, then licked the head. I was jacking him slowly as I put it in my mouth. I held the tip in my mouth and looked up at the camera on the phone while he took more pictures.

I let go of him and stood up, taking my phone back. I jacked him slowly as I went back through the gallery a little and found a nice picture of me looking up at the camera.

I let go of him so I could send the picture to Dan, and I didn't realize he'd moved closer until his cock touched me. I was looking at him as the phone buzzed, and at the same time there was a knock at the stall door!

I panicked a little, and pulled away. I grabbed my coat, and the guy knocking said "are you OK in there? Do you need me to get somebody for you?"

"I'm fine thanks," Bob said, starting to get dressed.

"Are you almost done?" he asked, "I'm busting for a piss."

Fuck! He was disabled and wanting to come in. I pulled my coat back on and did up the buttons, and Bob did up his pants. He took a deep breath and opened the door.

"What the fuck?" the guy said, looking right at me. "Are you OK?"

"I'm good," I said, moving aside to let him in.

He was a younger guy, pretty good looking, and I'd say a year or two younger than me. He was in a wheelchair.

"What's going on then?" he asked.

"We're just having a bit of fun," Bob said. "We wanted some space, and I didn't realize anybody would want this stall."

"Look, I'd love to get to the bottom of this, but can you wait outside? Like I said, I'm busting."

We left the stall, and he closed the door behind us. Bob wanted to bail, but I wanted to see what would happen next.

I decided to text Dan - if anybody else came in, we'd hear them come through the door and I'd step into another stall.

Guy in wheelchair just came in. Might need to wing it

I heard the toilet flush, then the door opened and the guy came out in his wheelchair.

"So, what's going on?" he said.

"Can we go in the stall?" I asked. "I don't want anybody coming in and getting the wrong idea."

"Wrong idea?" he said. "What's the right idea? Let me wash my hands."

He came out, and I went back into the stall.

"Pass me a towel, will ya?" he said to Bob, then he backed back into the stall. Bob came in and locked the door.

"Right," he said, "I'm all ears. Go."

I looked at Bob, and he wasn't talking, so I started.

"So I have a friend, OK, and he's sending me... tasks to do, on my phone. And I do them, and send him pictures back to prove I've done it."

"Like coming in to the disabled stall in the men's room?" He sounded skeptical.

"Yes," I said, "like that."

"And where do you come in?" he asked Bob.

"I guess I was one of her tasks."

"What, like 'take a picture with somebody in the disabled stall in the men's room'?"

"Yes," I said.

"Show me."

I didn't know what he wanted.

"Show you what?"

"Show me the picture of you, in here, with him."

Easy. I took my phone out, unlocked it and found one of the first pictures, with just three buttons undone, and showed them.

"Are you topless under there?" he asked.

"No!" I tried to look shocked, as strictly, I really wasn't. Well, just topless.

"Then take your coat off and show us," he said.

"No!"

"So you are topless?"

"Not exactly," I said. "Look, are you with anybody?"

"No," he said. "I just stopped in for a drink on my way home."

"Do you want to see if he'll let you join in?"

The guy glanced at Bob, a little confused. "Uh, sure?"

"Just give me a minute," I said, and texted Dan.

New guy's in

He replied immediately.

Picture

"He wants a picture of us," I said and handed Bob the phone. "Do you mind?"

I stood next to the wheelchair, then bent down to get us both in the picture. Bob took the picture. I straightened up again and took the phone back and texted it to Dan.

He replied, and I showed them the message.

New guy unbutton coat

I handed Bob the phone, then went and stood in front of him, and he started at the top button.

When he got down to the third button, he said "Ha! I knew it, you're topless!"

He kept going. He went quiet as he undid the bottom button, and could see I was actually naked.

"Not exactly topless," I said.

I turned to Bob and he took a picture. I took the phone back and texted Dan that last picture.

"Can I take a picture of you too?" the guy asked.

"No," I said. "I'm the only one I want having pictures of me."

"Other than your friend," Bob said. Eh, Dan had a lot more revealing stuff of me. Well, he used to - I didn't know if he'd kept it.

Dan replied, and I showed them.

Old guy take off coat

I gave Bob the phone, and faced the new guy. Bob pulled the coat back off me, leaving me standing there naked.

Bob took a picture, then gave me the phone back. The guy just sat there, staring at me while I texted the new picture to Dan.

I showed them the response.

New guy suck tits

I gave Bob her phone, then tried to figure out how to comfortably get my tits where he could suck them. He was pawing at them and tugging at my nipples, then he moved his gloves off his lap.

"Sit on my lap," he said.

"Are you sure? I'm heavy."

He nodded. I sat on his lap, facing him. I put my arms around his neck while he sucked my tits. I realized that Bob was taking pictures, and couldn't see anything, so I put my hands behind my head. That made my tits stick out further. The guy was biting, licking and sucking my tits, and rubbing them all over his face.

He slid his hands down and started playing with my bum.

After a few minutes of this, I took the phone back from Bob and texted Dan a picture. I stayed on his lap, and he carried on sucking my tits.

Dan replied, and my blood ran cold. I showed the guys, but I wasn't really happy about it.

Make out with old guy

I climbed off the new guy, gave him the phone and prepared to make out with Bob. It just seemed a little too intimate, like I truly cared for him or something.

He put his arms around me, by my waist, and pulled me to him. He was feeling up my bum, and grinding his cock against me. He started kissing me, and I figured I'd have to get on with it. I closed my eyes and pretended he was Brad Pitt, and started kissing him back.

He turned us so the guy could get better pictures.

He stopped kissing me, and turned me around so he was behind me, and I was facing the new guy. He was grinding into me again, and this time I wiggled my bum on his cock. All this mauling was turning me on. He grabbed my tits, pushing them together and pulling on my nipples. I reached over my shoulder and held him to me. He was kissing and biting my neck and shoulder.

I let this go on for a short while, then broke away and took my phone from the new guy. I sent Dan the last picture, and waited for his response. When it came in, I showed them.

Blow new guy

He undid his pants, and I gave Bob the phone. I squatted down in front of the wheelchair, and helped him get his pants down far enough that his cock was free. I took his cock, and jacked it slowly. I cupped his balls with the other hand, then licked all over the head before going down on him. I gazed up into his eyes as I bobbed my head up and down.

He leant forward and started stroking my tits, so I gently sorted myself out slightly to the side, bent at the waist so he could play with them as I sucked him off. I could see Bob moving around taking pictures out of the corner of my eye, but I was staring at the new guy when he groaned and came in my mouth.

There was a lot, so I figure it had been a while, but I didn't swallow. I lifted my head so I could open my mouth and show them the cum, and Bob took a picture before I swallowing it.

"That was amazing," he said.

I smiled at him, stood up and took my phone back.

I went back through the phone gallery to one with me sucking the new guy, then sent that to Dan.

We all watched the phone and read the response.

Jack off old guy

Bob looked a little deflated. I guess he'd wanted a blowjob. I had an idea though, and gave the new guy the phone. I undid Bob's pants and pulled them down, then got him to sit down on the toilet.

I grabbed his cock, and licked it all over to get it good and wet.

I straightened up, and held his cock as I straddled him. I put my pussy over his cock, with the head poking out between the lips. I started grinding my pussy forward and backwards on his cock. He leant back, with one arm holding him upright, and started pawing my tits with the other hand.

The new guy was taking pictures, so I held Bob's hand to my tit. Then I pulled his hand to my mouth, and sucked a couple of fingers for a bit. I moved his hand back to my tit, and he carried on mauling it.

All of a sudden, he let go, and pulled his shirt up. I felt his cock throbbing under me. He came over his stomach, and I slid down by his balls, and waited until he had his breath back.

I reached over to the new guy, and he gave me my phone back. I held it up high, pointing down at our laps, and took a picture, showing my pussy, his cock and his cum on his stomach. I stayed sitting there while I texted Dan the picture.

He replied quickly, and Bob saw it. I showed the new guy.

Lick it up

Yum, cooling cum. Off a hairy belly. Oh well. I got up from Bob's lap and gave the new guy the phone, then squatted down next to Bob and sucked up the blobs of his cum. I licked his stomach clean, then picked up his cock and licked my juices off it. I cleaned his balls too.

I took my phone back and took it over and dropped it in a coat pocket.

"Boys, I've enjoyed this, but I've got to go."

I pulled my coat on, buttoned it up and opened the door. I knew I stunk of sex, so I went straight out of the back door and headed over to Dan's van. He was still sitting in the back, with the door open, holding his phone. He looked up at me as I approached.