In Public 1

I was 24 yrs old, and had just finished a university course when this happened to me. I was by no means a virgin, but, on the other hand, neither was a lothario! I had received some correspondence that morning regarding a position for which I was hoping to apply, and after a day of fruitless research, I decided a drink was in order on the way back home. I went in to a bar, expecting – and finding it to be quiet. There was only one group in there, several people, and obviously professional types. They seemed to be celebrating some kind of business success, as there were several empty bottles of champagne on the table, and still more, which were either half drunk, or unopened.

At the end of the table sat a very refined looking lady, the only female present. She was about 45 I would say, dark hair in a “bob” style, and wearing one of those business suits. Smart jacket, knee length skirt, and nice tidy blouse. I have to say, I thought her rather attractive – I have always fancied the older business lady. She seemed to be more sober than the men on the table. These guys were obviously planning to get seriously smashed on the back of whatever success they had attained.

After I got my drink, I decided to sit where I could look at her whilst I read my correspondence. She was sat with her legs crossed demurely, and I wondered whether the black hose on her legs were stockings, or just plain hose. I kept my eye on her just in case she moved, and I got to see more of her legs. On one occasion, I looked up from my paper, and she caught me looking. Embarrassed, I quickly returned my eyes to the article. However, I couldn’t concentrate for long, and just had to look at her legs again.

Wow! She had turned slightly in her chair, and her skirt had ridden an inch or so higher. This afforded just a hint of stocking top to my eyes. I glanced higher, to see if she was watching me – she wasn’t, but she had a rather wistful smile on her face. I began to get a tingling in my cock, and shifted myself slightly – just in case she moved again. Alas, she seemed quite comfortable as she was, and she didn’t move, so reluctantly, I dragged my eyes back to my paper.

A few minutes later, I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye. She was re-crossing her legs, and – Oh Thank You! I got a beautiful flash of the top of her stockings. I felt myself stiffen just a little, and unconsciously adjusted myself in my loose fitting trousers. I looked up to find her looking at me – smiling. I smiled back, and tipped her a little salute with my drink, thinking – Oh Well, thanks for the show. Imagine my surprise, when she uncrossed her legs – slowly, and ran her finger up the inside of one leg, giving me an appreciable glimpse of her creamy thigh, before the legs were re-crossed. This excited me tremendously, and I began to wonder if this gorgeous woman would show me any more! By now, any pretence at reading had gone, and I was quite unashamedly watching her. My thoughts were racing. I was wondering what colour her panties may be. She was definitely wearing a black brassiere – I could see a strap just under the shoulder of her blouse. I was getting hard thinking about all of this, and wearing boxer shorts, and loose trousers, was not hiding it at all well. I think that secretly I wanted this lady to see the state of arousal to which she had got me.

My spirits sank a few minutes later, when she leant forward, and said something to the men, and stood to leave, putting her jacket back on. She turned, and walked towards me, and the exit, but just as she reached me, she dropped her keys. She crouched down to get them – facing squarely at me, again affording me a fine view up her skirt. I fancied I was right about the panties though. As she stood, she said, “Follow me, and I don’t want to hear a word.” I nodded, and looking to see if the guys had noticed anything, followed her. At the foyer, instead of leaving, she turned sharp right, and descended the stairs down to the rest rooms. Into the ladies she went. Knowing there were no other women in the bar, I went in straight behind her. Once in, she turned, and immediately enveloped me in a tight embrace, and deep French kiss. Her tongue thrusting deeply into my mouth. Whilst kissing me, she was walking me backwards, and the next thing I knew, my legs were against a toilet, and we were in a stall. She broke off, and pushed at my chest. I had no choice but to sit on the closed lid of the bowl.

“So, did you like what you saw?” she asked. I began to say yes, when she put her finger to my lips “No talking” she said. I nodded. “Would you like to see some more?” Again, I nodded. “OK, but you must do as I say,” she said. I licked my lips nervously, and nodded.

She slowly took off her jacket, and carefully hung it up behind her, and then she did the same with her blouse. She revealed a lacy black bra, that bra was gorgeous, it did absolutely nothing to hide her breasts, and I could quite easily see her erect nipples through it. But she didn’t stop, she reached behind herself, and unclasped the bra, and without a moment’s hesitation, shook it off, and placed it with her other clothes. Her breasts were perfect – at least as far as I was concerned. Probably about a B-cup, and with that pert upturned look. She ran her fingers over her breasts, and cupped them, before stroking the nipples. “Do you like these?” she asked. I nodded, the bulge in my trousers being evidence I liked them very much. “I like them to get plenty of attention when I fuck. Remember that” Again, all I could do was nod. Oh how I wanted to touch and suck on those beautiful tits.

She turned around. “I will let you unzip my skirt,” she said. I slid my hands up her legs, and around her ass, wondering if I should just slide my hand up her skirt. But she had told me do as I was told, so I slowly but smoothly slid the zipper down. “Now unbutton it” I did as I was told.

She turned to face me, and slowly slid the skirt down around her ankles. Oh what a glorious sight. A nice flat stomach, black lace g-string panties – matching the bra, and black hold-up stockings. Her panties, like the bra hid virtually nothing, her dark pubic bush was trimmed, but only to the bikini line, and the gusset looked just slightly darker – moist.

“I want you to remove my panties, but I want it done a certain way,” she said. My usual nodded response. “OK, slide your index finger under the side – by my thigh” I raised my hand, and did as I was asked. My finger met her soft pubic curls. “Now, slide it down, and hook them slightly away from me” My finger slid down, and hooked her panties by the gusset. I could feel the warmth of her pussy against my knuckle. I felt her press against me, so I took the opportunity to work my hand up and down a little, she moaned, and I felt her lips open, and some moisture against my hand. “Oh Yes – that’s right” she almost gasped as I lifted my hand a little higher, and felt the hard nub of her clit. “Now pull them down,” she commanded. I tugged on her panties, and felt them slide down and over her hips. She shimmied a little, and they fell all the way down.

Stepping out of them, she moved towards me “I want to be eaten” she said. I didn’t need telling twice. I bent my head forward, and inhaled the musky scent of her arousal, before I slid my tongue out, and tested her for the first time. Exquisite is the only word I can use to describe the taste and feel of her pussy on my tongue. I pushed it as far into her as I could, drinking down her now copious juices.

My hands slipped round the back of her ass, pulling the cheeks apart as I pulled her pussy onto my face. My tongue moved higher, and I lightly flicked at her clit, before I took it into my mouth and sucked gently on it.

“Take your cock out,” she gasped as I nibbled on her and my fingers played around her anus. “I want it inside of me”

I complied, freeing my rock hard member by shrugging my trousers over my hips. She eased herself down and forwards, grabbing my cock to position it at the entrance to her moist tunnel.

She teased us both for a minute, by rubbing herself up and down on just the head of my cock, before she slid slowly down, taking the full length of me in with one long thrust. She sat there for a minute, whilst we both savoured the tight warmth of our meeting. Then she began to rock back and forth, gently increasing her pace. I slid my hands around her ass, and pulled her harder against me, grinding her clit into my pubic bone. Mindful of her earlier words, I dropped my mouth onto her left nipple, sucking gently, causing her to moan slightly, she began to gasp as I sucked harder, and I knew, that as I nibbled on her nipple, she was going to cum really soon. Her breathing ragged, he gasped, “Oh yes – Oh Yes – Oh YES” and I felt her pussy clamp around my cock as began to orgasm. The clenching took me over the edge, and I groaned loudly as I fired three long spurts of creamy spunk deep into her throbbing pussy. She collapsed on top of me, and I could feel our mingled juices dribbling out from her opening, around my softening prick. After a minute, she straightened, kissed me, and said, “Thanks baby – I needed that. I’m going now, don’t follow me.” With that, she dressed, and left without a further word. I gathered my senses, and left a couple of minutes later, gathering a strange glance from a young lady who was just entering the rest room as I came out!

And that’s how my desire for sex in public places started!