It was a few days after Christmas. I was sick of the decorations in the house, and nothing new on TV, so I went to the bar for a drink. I was stood at the bar, chatting with Len, the barman, when she came up next to me.
"Buy a girl a drink?" she asked.
I recognized her voice. It was the redhead. I hadn't expected to see her again after she'd sucked me off a couple of nights ago. I waved Len over.
"I thought you'd have gone home by now," I said to her.
She stood next to me. There was a spare seat, but she didn't take it. Standing was closer. She put her hands on the bar, the left one holding her phone. I couldn't help but notice no wedding ring. I could have sworn she was wearing one last time, but maybe I was mistaken.
"Not yet," she said. "I'll probably go back tomorrow. Not much to go home to, really."
She asked Len for a large white wine, and when he brought it over, she thanked him and chugged it pretty damn fast. He stood there, looking at her with an amused look on his face.
"Another?" he asked. She nodded, wiping her mouth with her thumb.
He poured her another glass, and she left it on the bar. Len went to serve another customer.
"Dutch courage?" I asked. She nodded.
"So I hooked up with my friend again for my last night before I go home," she said, "and he's telling me what to do." At this, she jiggled her phone. "Interested, or should I go somewhere else?"
"Oh god, I'm in," I said, looking forward to seeing her naked again, and maybe getting my dick sucked.
"Why do you this?" I asked her.
"Because it turns me on," she said. "I like doing things that a lot of people would find scandalous, and I guess I like the thrill of maybe getting caught. And hey, why shouldn't I?"
She turned and looked at me.
"Why are you doing this?" she asked me.
"Look love, I'm old, past my prime, and the wife's just waiting for me to drop dead. This is the most fun I've had in years."
She touched the front of her phone, and it lit up. I watched her type away on it, then watched it buzz a few seconds later. She turned it towards me so I could see the screen, then when it went dark after a few more seconds, and she put it back on the bar. I remembered what it had said.
Undo the middle button
I looked down at her long coat. It was a dark blue color, and looked to be wool. Nice coat, but without some sort of belt or something, it hid her waist, her shape. I could see her bare legs at the bottom, and her feet in fairly low heeled, sensible, shoes. The coat looked to have five large, round, flat buttons, and I looked around to see if anybody was watching us. A sea of blank faces, talking amongst themselves or watching one of the TVs on the walls. I waited for her to undo the button, wondering how far she was going to go while we were standing here at the bar.
She stood there, watching me for a minute, then softly said "go on then."
Oh, he meant for me to do it. OK then. Trying not to be obvious, I reached for her front, and undid the middle button. She was still facing the bar, so nobody could see.
She typed on her phone, then the reply came in.
She showed me the message.
Put your hand in
She put the phone down again.
Decisions, decisions. She was standing on my left. Fairly close, but if I used my left hand, it'd be awkward, but if I used my right hand, I wouldn't be able to get that far in. Rather than draw too much attention, I used my right hand. Without turning towards her, I could get my fingers in her coat. I felt her soft, smooth, naked flesh. Interesting... was she only wearing her underwear under there?
I sat there, with my arm across my front, stroking her belly slightly, while she typed on her phone again. It went dark while she was looking at it, and then lit up again a few seconds later. She showed me the message.
Undo the next button down
I slid my hand down to the next button, and pushed my thumb against it until it went through the button hole. I was about at the limit of how far I could reach, so I went back to stroking her belly. She'd watched me do it, then leaned towards me slightly.
"Use the other hand," she whispered.
She picked her wine up and took a sip while I pulled my right hand out and then leaned away from her for a second and reached in with my left. With a larger opening, it wasn't that awkward, and when my hand went in I could feel all the way down her front. She wasn't wearing panties, as I discovered when my fingers met the hair over her pussy.
I stood there, beer in my right hand, my left hand inside this girl's coat, stroking her pubic hair. I leaned forward a bit, and could get my hand down to the crease where her leg joined her torso, but her legs were clamped together so I couldn't get between them. I wiggled my fingers a little at the join between her thighs, and she relaxed, shifting her weight a little until I could get my fingers in and just about feel up and down the slit of her pussy.
She finished her wine, then tapped my arm. I pulled my hand out and turned towards her. I could feel a little dampness on my fingers, and I absentmindedly sniffed them as I watched her head for the men's room. I hadn't seen her redo the buttons on her coat.
I pulled my wallet out, and left some bills on the bar for Len, pinning it down with my empty bottle before following her.
I was pretty sure there was nobody in there, as she hadn't come out again, and sure enough, it was empty. I went over to the disabled stall, and the door was unlocked. I locked it behind me, and turned and watched her sitting on the toilet, tapping on her phone.
She turned the phone to me and showed me what it said.
Undo the next button up
She stood up, and I undid the button. I could see her cleavage from the bottom, and it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra either. I stood there while she tapped away for a few seconds. She showed me the response.
Put your hand in
I put my hands in, to find she wasn't wearing a bra either... I immediately hit her tits. I squeezed and stroked them both, feeling her nipples stiffen as I tweaked and pulled on them - I like to think it wasn't just my hands behind colder than her warm skin. I was still stroking them when he phone buzzed again.
She looked at it.
"He wants a picture," she said, handing the phone to me.
I took a picture of my left hand inside her coat. Then a picture of just her, with her coat open. You could see skin, but nothing scandalous, so I pulled her coat around to expose one tit, then took a picture like that.
I gave her the phone back, and she tapped away while I stroked her exposed tit.
She showed me the response.