It was a Sunday evening in the early summer and we had decided to go for a drive out into the country. As usual we stopped for a drink at one of the local pubs, and stood at the bar, chatting to the barmaid, who we knew from previous visits. June decided to sit on one of the high bar stools while I stood by her side. I had always fancied the barmaid, she was getting on a bit, probably early fifties, but she dressed up well, and was wearing a tight black top today, showing plenty of cleavage. She also had on a short skirt and high heels with a thick platform sole. I was getting a hard on just watching her, and June knew, because she kept rubbing her leg up against me.
June was wearing a black dress, which buttoned up the front, and I moved close to her and slid my hand inside her dress. Underneath she was wearing stockings and a basque, and I ran my hand over her stocking tops and up to her pants, feeling for her cunt lips through the thin lace material. Babs, the barmaid, had finished serving someone and came back to talk to us. The bar top was quite deep so she couldn't see what I was doing, and as June and her were talking I managed to work a finger inside June's pants.
"So what are you two doing tonight?" asked Babs.
"We are going for a drive round the moors," replied June. "Perhaps have another drink somewhere. Which reminds me. I'd better pop to the loo, before we go."
I moved my hand away and June got off the bar stool and went to the ladies. I noticed Babs watching her, but then she moved away to serve someone, and then came back.
"I like your wife's shoes. I love high heels, but they can be hard work standing in them all night." Babs leaned against the back of the bar and lifted her left leg to show me her shoe. "Do you like them?" she asked.
"Yes they are very nice. Sexy, but not very practical." I thought I'd risk a quick flirt and said, "but ok for bed?"
Babs laughed. "So where are you going tonight, a bit of courting down by the reservoir?" As she said this June came back.
"What's this about the reservoir?" she asked us both.
"Oh, it's all the talk of the village at the moment," said Babs. "All sorts of goings on at night. Couples in cars, with blokes watching."
"Really," said June. "What, couples at it? Really?" She had sat back on the bar stool and I took the opportunity to move up close to her again. I put my hand back inside her dress and realised that she had taken her pants off. I slipped a finger into her pussy as Babs came back again to carry on the conversation.
"Yes, and not just watching either. Apparently some of the blokes have been joining in with the couples." I pushed another finger into June's pussy and she caught her breath and moved slightly to open her legs.
Babs saw this, and smiled.
"Are you too playing footsie, down there?"
"Footsie with his fingers," said June, with a smile. She looked at the barmaid with an expression that I had seen before. I was amazed that she was being so forward, but I knew when she was sexed up. I wondered whether she'd been playing with herself in the toilet.
"I'll just get a few glasses," said Babs, and went around the pub picking up empty glasses. She put them on the bar and came to stand next to us. I moved away from June so that Babs could see my hand, still inside June's dress, still playing with her pussy.
"Jesus," Babs said. June smiled at her and opened her lips slightly, and pushed her tongue ever so slightly forward. I moved close to June again and started to frig her. Babs was right next to us, her large tits pressed against the arm that was pumping into June.
"Come back for a drink later. At closing time. We can go back to my place. Please."
Babs moved away and went back behind the bar.
"Come on John, let's go," urged June. "Let's go to the car park."
We finished our drinks and waved goodbye to Babs, and went out of the pub. When we got to the car, June turned to face me.
"God I'm on fire. Let's go and fuck.."
We drove off and down the road towards the reservoir car park. We had been there before on our nights out but it was usually busy and we preferred somewhere a bit quieter when we were having sex. We had often fantasised about putting on a show for someone but never actually found the right moment or place.
As we drove into the car park, it was still light and there were a few cars parked. June suggested that we park near the toilets, as she needed to go again, so I drove on to the end and pulled in at the side of the gents. There was just room for one car. June got out and went round to the ladies. She was back in just a few seconds and stood by my window.
"Come in to the ladies. There's no one about and all the cars have blokes in them. Come on." She walked off quickly.
I couldn't believe it, but didn't argue, and followed her round to the ladies toilet. As I got in June was leaned back against the washbasin, her dress unbuttoned, with her basque and black stockings on display. Her right hand was buried deep in her cunt as she slowly built up a rhythm and then her hand appeared and she frantically rubbed her fingers up and down against her clit.
"Shall we go back and see Babs?" She paused for a moment, watching me as I took my cock out and started to wank.
