"No", she shared, "I didn't cum. But still... it was exciting." His eyes were on her, taking her in - her beauty... her sensuality... her very being. Her breathing had quickened noticeably since she had begun sharing her story, and that appealed to him as much as the story itself - the knowledge that this wasn't a confession of some past exploit, but rather one of her first forays into allowing her inner-slut to be expressed and explored.
The tale had begun as they were having their morning coffee, discussing their plans for the day. Grocery errands and possibly going for a few test drives or open houses, plus preparations for having company later that night. All quite innocent, banal even. She had been talking about what "signature drink" they should serve to their guests; and he was mocking her... if the evening included a "signature drink", he quipped, they should have promoted it as a "soiree" and sent proper invitations by mail, in exquisite hand-written calligraphy atop embossed stationary. There was a comfortable casualness in which they were joking with one another -- the to-and-fro of playful comradery... the occasional chiding followed by a sharp retort. Wit v wit.
It was then, her fingers swiping through drink options on her phone, that she felt that wonderfully sexy feeling. That feeling a woman has the opportunity to enjoy, should she choose, after receiving her partner's cum deep inside of her. Rather than cleaning up after the morning's escapades, she had made such a decision, and was now experiencing the predicted outcome, if one can pardon the pun. His cum was leaking out of her core. With barely an acknowledgment, she had parted her legs slightly to give her hand access while continuing to scroll on her phone. He had noticed, however, that while she had been talking aloud about each of the various drinks (amidst their playful banter), occasionally asking if they had some random ingredient like fresh mint or orange bitters, her speech had stopped mid-sentence.
Stirring milk into their second serving of coffee, he then wiped the counter due to a slight overpour. Before walking back around the island to sit next to her, he slid her coffee mug towards her, paying attention to swing the mug so the handle was facing her. Her hand was between her thighs and, notably, in motion. Her thumb continued to navigate her phone and she seemed to be paying no mind to what her other hand was doing, yet she was most definitely not fully present. He didn't want to disturb her. She brought her hand back above the counter, sliding the fingers haphazardly into her mouth, droplets of cum now adorning her lips and the side of her cheek. As if forgetting that he was there and speaking only to herself, she moaned "mmm... still warm from being inside of me."
"You are such a cumslut", he teased, triggering her to laugh, tilting her head slightly towards him and smiling as she transitioned out of her daze, still sucking his cum and her own juices off her fingers. "I know" she proclaimed proudly, removing her fingers and directing her hand back under the counter. "And I know you love it" she continued confidently, her hand now making its journey back from her pussy, gesturing suggestively in his direction, palm upward. He opened his mouth and engulfed her slightly bent fingers pointed so invitingly towards him, glazed with cum. Her digits licked clean, she admonished him in jest - "you know, you're a big cumslut too." She was not lying.
They groaned suggestively in unison, holding eye contact, until the moans turned into a giddy chuckle. He twirled the bar stool around, sat down, and then asked "so tell me about one of your first slutty experiences."
And that is when their morning coffee conversation had turned to past sexual exploits. And that is when her tale began - her tale of being finger-fucked by a guy while sitting in a crowded bar.
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"Well," she began, clearing her throat, "it all happened when I had just started seeing this guy..." Her eyes had bowed down slightly, intentionally looking away from him. "We were supposed to go out - just the two of us. Steve. That was his name. We had only been out a couple of times and hadn't really done anything yet. I mean, nothing physical - just kissing. It was still in the very early stages, totally casual, but I definitely liked him. But he had called last minute to say that he was going out with other friends instead, since a friend was visiting from out of town. This 'friend' was his ex, so I was definitely a little pissed. They had known each other as friends for years, before they had dated, and they had maintained that friendship after they broke-up. He invited me to join, but I wasn't sure... told him I'd think about it."
"After I got off the phone with him I decided I was going to 'win' him over... show him that I was better than his ex. So I decided to put on the sexiest outfit I could find and meetup with him at the bar. I felt amazing. I had kind of pumped myself up and was excited about how great I looked. I felt sexy and ready to take on the night. They were already there when I got there. She was sitting next to him and a little too 'handsy' for my liking. I have to admit I was more than a little jealous. The three of them were sitting on the same side of a long table, on a bench seat. Steve was between them. He saw me and waved me over. I was a little disappointed he didn't get up to give me a hug, or acknowledge me in a little more obvious way. You know, more chivalrous. But, I get it - getting up from a bench is a little more awkward. I squeezed myself between him and his other guy friend so that me and his ex were on either side of him. I wanted to have equal access to him, but thought that if I pushed myself between him and his ex it would be too obvious. He did say that he was glad that I decided to come, but then turned his attention back to his ex. The other guy tapped my shoulder and introduced himself."
She lifted her gaze up briefly, looking at him as she paused in her story. There was a mix of shyness and uncertainty in her eyes. She lowered her eyes again and continued. "Anyway, it didn't take long for the liquor to hit me. I hadn't had any supper, and I was doing doubles. I was getting more brave and decided to put my hand on his leg... Steve's leg. He didn't stop me, so I gained a little more confidence. Then I started to slide my hand up his leg and further to the inside of his thigh. I wasn't really trying to grope him - I just wanted to feel close and wanted his attention. I think I barely knew what I was doing. Not so much because of the alcohol, but probably my jealousy and hormones in overdrive. His other guy friend kept trying to talk to me. John, I think. Or maybe Josh. I don't know. It doesn't matter. I mean... I had essentially cut John off from talking with the others when I had sat down between them... so, of course, he was talking to me... who else was he going to talk to? Plus, I was looking pretty hot." Her head was still tilted down slightly towards the counter, but he noticed her eyes look up to him for a moment as she spoke that last line, and he could see a hint of a smile in those eyes.
Giggling nervously for heartbeat or two, she breathed in deeply, and then proceeded. "Then I felt Steve's hand on mine. I remember feeling a little giddy, like a schoolgirl. And then he moved my hand off his leg... and my stomach sank. I suddenly felt like I was drowning. Fuck. I was just pissed now. Well, partly pissed but I guess more so that I was really hurt and feeling brutally rejected. It was supposed to be our night out and, not only had he chosen to spend time with his ex over me, I felt like he was ignoring me. So I gulped down the last of my drink and slammed the glass down on the table. I didn't mean to slam it, but I most certainly did. Steve looked over at me, and his ex asked if everything was ok. I muttered something about being thirsty, turned to Josh, or John I mean, and told him we should grab another drink from the bar. I really just wanted to get away from Steve at that moment. Well, not really. What I really wanted was Steve to pay attention to me. But that wasn't going to happen so I just needed a moment to regroup and decide what I should do. Should I call it a night? Head home? Accept defeat? Fuck no. John said he'd go with me and had already started getting up from the bench. He held my hand and helped me up off the bench, which, as it turns out, was a little awkward to navigate in my short skirt without completely exposing myself."
His hand was on hers, resting on the kitchen island. He could feel her nervousness about sharing this story, but also a little twitch from her hand as she talked about exposing herself. There was a sense of contradictory feelings -- a bashfulness, but also a twinge of excitement about being sexy and on display. Leaning back slightly, she seemed to be withdrawing -- battling with the conflict of juxtaposed feelings and memories. Solemn in her air, her eyes looked to him seeking guidance on how to continue, or if she should at all. "And?", he asked softly and with a sincerity that gave her the confidence to continue. His eyes were warm and genuine, and his hand on hers reassured her that she was in a safe space, free from judgment. She could be herself with him.
Clearing her throat, she went on, the hesitation in her voice easing with the start of each new sentence. "So... we got to the bar, which was within eyeshot of the table we were at... though the place was quite crowded. John tried to get the bartenders attention but it was really busy. I ended up squeezing between John and some other girl at the bar. And then I caught the bartenders attention." He felt her hand grip his slightly. He could tell she liked the attention she was getting. "Cuz... like I said... I was fucking hot." The energy was beginning to escalate - he noted that she had graduated from "pretty hot" to "fucking hot". "The bartender came right over to me and I caught his eyes giving me the once-over. I know it may sound silly, but it was just what I needed. He reached over the bar just to touch my hand and asked me what I wanted. Actually, he said 'what can I get you beautiful?'. John stepped in and spoke for me, while looking to me for approval. He ordered a vodka lime and I just nodded at the bartender."