Date Night.
A Clothed Female Nude Male - But Invisible story.
Ralph handed his keys and wallet to Ellie, putting them on the bar next to her purse. She smiled and put her hand on them, transferring them to her purse in a practiced move.
"I'm going to the bathroom. I may not come back," he said to his wife, followed with a wink.
Ellie smiled. "Don't get caught my love." As her husband went to the back of the bar, Ellie looked around the dim interior. The bartender was cute, male, mid-thirties with long hair. He was a good bartender, keeping an eye on things without being intrusive. He'd made a delicious sugar rim cocktail for Ellie, without question or any judgment for a "girly drink."
The bar was not quite empty, but certainly not busy. A few couples sat in booths. A few folks sat at the bar on their phones. A dance floor was more lit, but empty, an anachronistic jukebox off to the side, as opposed to a stage for a band.
Ellie smiled to herself and sipped her drink. "This will do," she murmured quietly. A slight shiver surged through her.
In the bathroom, Ralph scanned the room, opening the cabinet beneath the sink, before going into a stall and pulling his t shirt off and starting to unbutton his pants. His flip flops slipped off. He was going commando, so he was nude very quickly. Bending over, he bundled the jeans, sandals and t-shirt together.
Opening the stall door, he quickly verified that the room was still empty, then stashed the clothes under the sink in the cabinet. He felt like Spider-Man sometimes, doing this. There was an occasional risk he'd come back for his clothes and they'd be gone. If so, he'd ride home with Ellie driving, him naked in the passenger seat. It would look weird if he drove.
But that was why he gave her his wallet and keys. Losing a t-shirt, ratty jeans and flip flops was no big risk. Worse come to worst, they had a meet up spot already set. If that didn't work, well, walking naked through the city was hell on his feet, but wasn't undoable.
Breathing softly, Ralph opened the bathroom door, careful not to open it all the way and shine the light into the dim space, drawing attention to the open door. He slipped through, feeling the rough wood edge of the door scrape across his naked ass.
He saw Ellie, still sitting at the bar, quietly smiling to herself. Her smile was beautiful. The most beautiful part of her. Well, aside from her tits, her round ass, and her wet, hyper-responsive pussy. She was wearing a short dress, thin fabric, and Ralph knew that like him, she was commando beneath it. That was part of the plan.
Ralph walked across the bar, feeling his cock swing with every step. He reached down and grabbed his penis, stroking and stretching it, reveling in the feeling of freedom of having his cock out in public. He padded softly in bare feet on the scuffed wooden floor, walking up behind his wife. Silently he stroked his hand down her back and cupped her round bottom.
Ellie arched her back softly at her husband's touch. She kept her face neutral, but felt her pussy grow warmer and wetter.
Ralph leaned in, kissing her ear, her neck, at the same time pressing his burgeoning cock against her thigh. He was careful not to shift her body too much, or move her hair too aggressively, knowing it might spoil their illusion.
Ellie felt her body throb in response to Ralph's touch, his lips on her ear, and the feel of his hot, wet tongue caressing the skin of her neck. She glanced around, ensuring they'd not drawn attention. Knowing she could feel his bare skin against her body, his hardening cock against her thigh, all out in public, was sexy as hell.
"Scooch forward," Ralph whispered in her ear. She felt his body slide by hers, sinking into the space under the bar. Ellie complied, sliding her bare bottom along the bar stool seat, spreading her thighs and opening herself. Her soft, short dress moved on its own, sliding up her thighs and leaving her bare sex exposed under the bar, where no one could see.
Ralph's hot breath caressed her thighs and she felt his hands sliding up under her dress to cup her bare breasts, her nipples hardening under his palms. Ellie tensed herself to not reveal anything in her reaction as she felt her husband's mouth meet her cunt. Her lips opened to his tongue, her clit swelled at the pressure of his lips. Ellie bit at the straw in her drink to keep from moaning too loudly. The cute bartender glanced her way, then looked away when he saw her drink was still full, her husband's half drunk beer on the bar beside her.
Ralph's mouth swallowed her pussy, sucking hard on her labia as his tongue swirled against her clit. The orgasm was almost instantaneous, a gush of squirting juices flooding her husband's mouth. He swallowed deeply, laving her flesh with his tongue, knowing better than to allow her moisture to soak her dress or leave a puddle on the stool, either of which might give their game away.
Ellie felt Ralph's body slide against her thighs as he left the space under the bar. She hoped it hadn't been too hard on his legs, then she felt his hard cock press into her hand. She squeezed it, feeling the rigid shaft, blood pumping, his thighs and hips pressing his flesh into her palm. She smiled, knowing this was her way of silently telling her how much he was enjoying this.
"Stand up," he wispered in her ear. Without a word, she slid her legs off the barstool, her feet hitting the floor in the heels that conveniently lifted her hips to a convenient height. She leaned her arms on the bar, then stood against it, spreading her thighs slightly, her feet apart.
