As I walked into the Adelphi Bar, my phone buzzed, 'Message'. Of course it was from Tommy, 'There in 5 minutes, get me a pint of lager, sit in the window seat.'
I smiled and followed my instructions, sitting at a table in front of the large window, with our drinks.
Sure enough Tommy sauntered in right on time, strutting across the room like a peacock. He bent forward. As he kissed me on the lips, his hand slid straight up my dress, tickling my thigh, above the lace top of my stockings.
"Stop it! Someone might see!" I chuckled as I grabbed his wrist.
"That's the idea!" he laughed as he squeezed my flesh, and quickly removed his hand.
"You like playing games, don't you?" I asked. Grinning, he sipped his beer then told me, "I love it! Just love it! It gets the blood flowing...doesn't it?" Then he looked at me. He was right, it did get 'my blood flowing'. I just blushed and looked away.
"You like my games too, don't you?" he asked, without waiting for an answer, "The Texts really turned you on, didn't they?" he continued, "You've never done anything like this before? Have you?"
I didn't know which question to answer first, so I just smiled, sipped my wine and nodded.
"Ha, ha, ha," he laughed, "I bet you're still wet from fingering yourself this afternoon, aren't you?" Tommy slipped his hand back up my dress, "Open your legs."
I scanned the room. It was quite busy, but most people were standing around the bar talking and drinking. Feeling deliciously naughty, I slightly spread my knees for him. With only a small table to hide my modesty, his fingers stroked my pussy through my tiny knickers. I nearly choked on my wine as they pressed the cotton in between my swollen lips. I had to re-adjust myself, placing my foot on the table leg, as he deftly pulled my thong to one side with one finger as another slid inside my pussy.
I closed my eyes and sighed as he twisted it round and round, in a room full of strangers. I tried to be as discrete as possible, sipping my wine and listening intently to his small talk as his fingers gently stroked my labia and dipped in and out of my hot pussy. Tommy rested his head on my shoulder, whispering in my ear, "I bet that you wish that it was my cock in you." I glanced at him and nodded as I bit my lip. "What time have you got to be home?"
"Ugh," I gulped as he crooked his finger inside my pussy, "Nine –ten o'clock." I gasped.
"Shit! Stop it! Someone's watching! Stop it!" I suddenly hissed as I grabbed his wrist.
Two young guys were standing with their backs to the bar, huge grins lighting up their faces as they watched Tommy fingering me, under the table.
Tommy howled with laughter at my embarrassment. Gulping down his beer he took my hand, "Let's go back to my place. I need to fuck you!"
I tried not to make 'eye-contact' with the two guys as we went past them.
"Go on my son!" One of them grunted, "I think she's ready!" Tommy couldn't stop laughing as we walked the few hundred yards to his flat.
"You loved that didn't you?" I shouted at him.
He swung me into a shop doorway, pressed me against the locked door and pulled my dress up over my hips, "I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before!" he whispered before he stuck his tongue down my throat, "That's what you want? Isn't it?"
My arms were wrapped around his neck and I responded to his kiss by pushing my own tongue into his mouth, not caring that anyone walking past would have been able to see my knickers and stockings.
Further along the street, as we passed a bus stop full of schoolboys, the wind caught the back of my dress and blew it up, exposing my stockings. My thong was so small they probably thought that I wasn't wearing any knickers! When I told him what had happened, Tommy made me walk past a second time, but they had all gone. Flashing three old ladies didn't seem quite as exciting. "Come on! Or I'll have to fuck you in the street!" he chuckled as we scurried along the street.
When we entered his flat I swear that my pussy was so wet, my thong was actually dripping with 'love juice'. Tommy threw me onto his sofa and dived between my legs with his face. His tongue lapped at my pussy through my panties; his hands stroking my stocking clad legs.
"Oh, oh, ooh, yes, yes, Ohhhh!" I groaned as he pulled my thong to one side and touched my labia with his tongue. My legs were now as wide as possible, one ankle hooked over the top of the couch.
"Yes, yes, yes! Oh yes, Tommy, Tommy, Ohhhhh yeessss!" I groaned louder as he drank my love juice, separating my lips with his tongue. My head was rolling from side to side as I neared my orgasm. I couldn't stop myself pulling my tits out of my bra and teasing my nipples.
"YEEEESSSS!" I screamed as he inserted two fingers into my sopping hole, "YEEEESSSS!" My hands were now gripping his head pressing it harder against my tingling vagina.
When I let go, he began kissing my thighs, pubes and love-lips. I was gasping for air, as he stood up.
