The Bar 45

Saturday night, 9:45pm and still in the same queue she joined twenty minutes ago. There was a fucking hen party in front and the crowd now four people deep.

"Fucking hen parties, always take forever." She grumbled to herself... Or so she thought.

"Yup; hens, stags and ale drinkers." said a warm, deep voice behind her.

She half turned to smile and roll her eyes in agreement, but upon noticing the man, made a double take.

He was strikingly handsome; not very tall, maybe 5'7. His eyes a warm stormy blue-grey, his hair and beard a rich brown and silver and his plump pouty lips a soft rose colour. He clearly took care of his body too, not in an obsessive gym-poser way, but he was toned and slightly muscular.

Joanne's face flushed pink.

"I'm sorry," he said "I didn't meant to make you jump!"

"Oh no, no! It's ok, you didn't! I was just mumbling to myself was all. You're right though. What is it about people in a group?! They all become fucking morons! Ugh. I'm Joanne by the way."

"Henry." Said Henry.

As she spoke he drank her in. She was smaller than he; around 5'4, she had chestnut curls which cascaded down to the middle of her back, green eyes which sparkled with mischief and a smile which lit up her entire face. He noticed her tattoos - mostly flowers.

"Hey, those are pretty cool!" He reached for the sleeve of her tshirt to see her shoulder; his touch was like electricity running through her body.Joanne bit her lip. He was close before, but now... There was a familiar tingle playing around her pussy as he examined her arm. She looked up at his face as he studied her and his eyes met hers. He grinned.

"Wanna have some fun in this crowd?" he asked her with a cheeky smirk.

"What have you got in mind?!" He looked her up and down, she was so petite and curvy. She was wearing a washed out denim mini skirt and a Led Zeppelin tshirt and converse. An outfit that can never go wrong, he thought.

The hen party at the front had finally shifted on and now the regulars were casually complaining and chatting to the staff as if there was no one else there.

Fucks sake.

Henry reached down and touched her round denim clad arse."Let's fuck. Right here."Joanne's mind went blank. They had just met! On the other hand...

She shuffled her black cotton knickers down to her feet and casually bent over to put them in her bag. Henry looked down and noticed her beautiful shaved cunt. He looked around, everyone in the crowd was either staring at their phone or at the bar.

He slowly slid two fingers inside her and she straightened up, pushing her thighs together to keep him there.He couldn't believe how wet she was, or that they were doing this!

Slowly but firmly he began teasing her pussy with his fingers, his cock becoming ever harder as she pushed back against his hand.

He reached around and under her tshirt to find her large, perky breasts were without a bra and hungrily groped at one, teasing her nipple.He moaned into her neck, the sound muffled by her thick chocolate curls.

Joanne bit her lip, leaning back into him and closing her eyes. She reached behind her to stroke the bulge in his jeans, then, undoing the button fly and reaching inside.

Still no one had noticed, and still they were packed in like sardines; but the queue had moved forward now and so they, as one, moved with it.

Her cunt was dripping wet for him now, he flipped out his cock and rubbed it between her thighs. It was thick and rock solid, but the skin was soft and silky.

Joanne parted her legs slightly to allow him the entry he desired, and he slid effortlessly into her.

"Mmmm" she moaned, quietly. Henry brushed her hair from her neck, sensually kissing her as he slowly but forcefully fucked her. The hand which was on her breast had moved down to her stomach, the better to steady them.

By now they had reached the bar and Joanne was having to place her drinks order whilst being gently fucked. He pressed her against the bar as he pushed himself as deep as he could inside her, he nibbled her neck and rubbed her pussy.

She desperately needed to come, the pressure was building and Henry knew time was running out for them.Faster and more frantically he fucked her; people looking on in amusement or disgust. Some cheering them on.

He slid in and out of her hot, wet cunt as they both reached climax, he grabbed hold of both her enormous tits and squeezed them as they came simultaneously.

They flopped against the bar, catching their breath as he withdrew his exhausted come soaked dick from her and stuffed it back inside its denim prison. He straightened himself up and paid the nonchalant bartender, who had clearly seen worse.

As Joanne pulled her skirt back down, he whispered "until the next time." Slipping her his scrawled phone number and disappeared into the crowded pub.