It was a first date. Well, really one of those "meet and greets" you do when you are online dating. She was meeting a new guy after having chatted and teased on a more open dating site, one that lets you post nude pictures of yourself. She had been bolder, more open than ever, texting explicit sexual positions she enjoyed and sending pictures of her perky 38DD breasts with their hard nipples and even pictures of her wet pussy. She had been nervous to send the scandalous photos of her body and to reveal her fantasy of having sex in a public place, but he had been so supportive and understanding, no judgment. He was kind to offer to make the 45 minute drive to her town. They agreed to meet at a local popular bar - a very public place. It was Friday night and the bar would be packed with locals and visitors to her pretty little water town.
She took one last look at herself in the mirror. She had raised her tiny frame from 5'4" to almost 5'9" with her black leather stilettos. He was 6'4" and she wanted to have more height for their first meeting so he didn't have to lean over her to crane her neck, making it easier to talk to each other. She finished assessing herself in the full length mirror - cherry red skater skirt with a playful swing, a tight, thin, button, silvery gray, silky blouse. The blouse wasn't sheer, but it was thin and tight, hugging her large breasts in an alluring way. She looked casual, a bit classy...a nice first impression. He would never know that she had on her sheer black bra or laced top thigh high stockings and no panties. She hated wearing panties. The sheer bra though was doing its job, rubbing her nipples and making them so hard there was no mistaking them as they jutted through her tight blouse. It would be enough to tease, but not invite.
She noticed the time and realized she was going to be late. By the time she arrived, the bar was packed. She recognized him immediately from the many photos in his profile. He had managed to snag two barstools in the far little boxed in corner at the end of the bar. The corner was bordered by the short end of the bar and two walls. She squeezed her way through the crowd and finally past the last two in the crowd, a couple of big guys to get to him. The bar was so packed that the little corner he had commandeered had one bar stool wedged into the last few inches at the end of the bar while the other stool was right behind it in the corner where the two walls met.
They were all awkward smiles and gave each other a quick hug. Even with her stilettos, he engulfed her with this hug. He took the stool at the bar leaving her the stool wedged in the corner behind his. He ordered a second drink for himself and her two saying she had to catch up. The music was good, the crowd was loud, and they had to talk into each other's ears to hear. It was starting to bother her, but he didn't seem to mind and was smiling away. She didn't realize that a couple of buttons had come loose and every time she leaned in to talk to him, her blouse would gap and he could see the hint of a nipple through her sheer black bra
She is really enjoying herself, laughing and talking. He was so attentive and fun and handsome and tall. She innocently touched his arm and thigh when she talked to him without realizing she was doing it. He handed her a third drink that she absent-mindedly finished. She hands him back the empty glass and asked for just a diet cola instead, with no bourbon this time. He order a double bourbon and cola. She was having so much fun and feeling tipsy that she didn't notice the fourth drink was even stronger than the last. She leaned in to talk in his ear and he rested a big strong hand on her hip waiting for a reaction. But she kept talking and smiling.
With his other hand, he reached further around her hip resting it on her upper ass and twirls his finger against her ass, but still no rejection comes. He held her firmly with that hand and grabbed her bar stool with the other, pulling her and the stool so close to him that one of his knees was now between her legs preventing her from closing them. She just laughed and tried to keep her balance as he moved her and her stool with a jerk that she didn't notice his knee between her legs. He smiled slyly at her and leaned in for a kiss, not a peck but a deep probing kiss with his hand around the back of her neck and head pulling and holding her head for the deep kiss. Her only choice is to take his kiss.
His other hand the one closest to the short wall slips under her skirt, slides up her thigh, and past the lacy hem of her stockings. His hand headed straight for bare vulnerable crotch. He felt the heat from her pussy and quickly ran a finger along her soaking wet slit. She gasped into his mouth and tried to wriggle away. But she and her stool were pinned by the crowd. His hand was still around my neck and chin. He turned her head so she was looking him in the eye and said, "You know you want this. Be a good girl and let it happen."
Just as the word happen left his mouth, he rammed two fingers into her pussy. She gasped and there was a momentary fear in her eyes like a trapped animal. She tried to wriggle away from his grip again and pushed at his probing hand between her legs, pleading with him to stop, but her wriggling only helped him to get his fingers deeper into her soaking wet cunt. She was flushed with embarrassment that her body had given her away. He jammed two more fingers into her cunt and pounded her hard. Her skirt shifted above her stockings and her nipples were so hard they jutting out like they're were going to cut her blouse. He leaned in and in a forceful tone said, "Say it. Tell me you want me to make you cum."
Her head was spinning and her resistance was almost gone. Her clit was getting so hard. She knew he was going to make her cum and her face was flushed red with embarrassment. She said, barely above a whisper, "Please make me cum." He laughed deeply, knowing she was his.
