"See anyone you like?" He leaned in and whispered in my ear.
I smiled and took a sip of my drink then quickly scanned the bar. I loved this game.
"He's not too bad...." I nodded toward a good looking young man sitting alone at the end of the bar, a few seats away from where I sat. Almost as if he had heard us, the young man glanced in our direction and shyly smiled at me before turning back to whatever he was watching on the television.
"He looks a little shy" Brad commented. "I wonder what he would think if he knew you weren't wearing panties?"
"Hmm....he would probably think I'm a whore. What do you think of the fact that I'm not wearing panties?"
"I have the advantage here, I know you're a nasty little whore."
"And how would you know such a thing?" I asked as seductively as I could.
"Only a nasty little whore would come into a bar, wearing a short skirt with stockings and no panties, and think of fucking a stranger sitting across the bar. Only a nasty little whore would let me do this in a room full of people." His hand crept slowly up my thigh, stopping briefly at the top of my stocking to let out a soft moan, before pushing my legs a little further apart to reach my pussy.
"Is that so?" I asked, scooting toward him and spreading my legs even more.
"Only a nasty little whore would be so wet before I even touched her." His finger parting my lips and sliding slowly inside.
"Perhaps" I whispered.
I looked around the bar again, to see if anyone could notice. As far as I could tell, the entire room was oblivious that I sat there with a finger buried in my cunt. I looked over at the young man again to catch him staring at me. I wondered briefly if he could tell, then turned my attention back to the matter at hand. I scooted to the edge of my seat to give him better access.
"What were you looking at" Brad asked.
"Nothing...." I replied coyly.
"Maybe you should go sit next to him."
"Maybe I should." Knowing very well that I wasn't moving from this spot. We played this game occasionally, but that's all it wasβ¦..a game.
I squirmed in my seat as he continued teasing me, giving me just enough to make me want more. Stopping occasionally to take a drink of his beer or touch his fingers to my lips, giving me a taste of my own pussy.
"See him staring at you" he asked.
I glanced over at the young man as I started grinding my cunt against his fingers.
"Thinking of his mouth on your pussy, aren't you, slut?"
I averted my eyes back to Brad, watching his face, wondering if I should answer. My eyes moved down until I noticed his cock very visibly straining against his trousers. I reached down, brushing my fingers against his fly until he grabbed my hand and forced my fingers around his cock through his pants.
"Do you like doing this to me?" He growled.