Against my better judgement, I decided it would be a good idea to go out tonight. Earlier in the day I had lost my phone, so going out meant I had to rely on my friends completely, otherwise I was on my own.
The night started out fairly typical. We went the bar and flirted with whoever would buy us drinks. At about midnight we decided to leave, and on the way out I had to use the restroom. I asked my friends to wait for me, but when I returned they were gone.
At first I panicked. I was alone, about 30 minutes from home and didn't have a cell to call anyone. Then Colin showed up. I didn't know his name was Colin at the time, but I was about to find out a whole lot about him.
He asked if everything was okay, and I told him no, I needed to get home. He offered to help and I, desperately, accepted. He told me he could get me a cab if I joined him at the next bar, so I went.
At the bar, he bought me drinks and we talked while he slowly rubbed my thigh. The more I drank, the higher he rubbed. And I loved it.
The pants I was wearing had a slit going up just above mid-thigh, which Colin quickly figured out. Before I knew it his hand was practically on my pussy.
We continued our casual conversation until he leaned in and whispered, "I want to rip your panties off and lick you right here".
I giggled, and told him, "in order for that to happen I would need to be wearing panties."
I could practically feel him fucking me through his eyes. Me moved his hand up to my wet pussy and began to rub me, softly at first and then firmly. As I neared climax I grabbed his hand. "We're in public," I moaned "I can't cum at the bar!"
While still rubbing me Colin smirked, "why not?" He asked. I didn't have a good enough answer for him, so I came on his fingers in a crowded bar. He moved his hand out of my pants and into my mouth, making me taste myself.