Sophie brought her "boss hog" to a screeching stop in the front of the pub. It was actually just a 250cc motorbike, but she just loved the way it felt when she wrapped her inner thighs around the cold hardness of it and took off on a long vibrating ride.
She had ridden directly from the dojo where she was receiving training in the use of the Nunchaku. This was a special day for Sophie. It was her twenty-first birthday and, so today, as Irvin told her the evening before, she was now a woman. Not only was it her birthday, but she and Irvin were going out on their first real date.
The reason they decided to meet at a pub and, not at the University she attended was Sophie didn't want anybody sticking their nose in her and Irvin's business. Besides she wanted her birthday celebration to be special.
So at eleven o'clock in the morning, Sophie had left the dojo and rode to the pub. She made very good time, but still Irvin wasn't in front as he promised to be. Could she be mistaken? Could he have said to meet at another restaurant?
'No' she thought, 'I'm certain that it was this one.'
Sophie leaned the bike over its kickstand and stood up; grabbing her Nunchaku she decided to take a look in the pub. She had debated whether she should leave it outside on her vehicle, but decided it was safer to take it with her then to leave it to be possibly stolen.
Sophie stepped to the doorway of the pub and immediately observed Irvin sitting at a table. 'He looks a little stranger than usual,' she thought.
"Hey, Selp. Come on in. What are you waiting for?" slurred Irvin.
Several of the middle-aged drunks at the bar turned their heads momentarily to glance at her and then returned to their serious drinking.
Sophie strode over to the table where Irvin was sitting.
"You said you were going to meet me outside," she said in an angry tone.
"I got tired of waiting," explained Irvin "Here, let me take that. This is a class joint, you can't be waving weapons around." Irvin reached out and plucked Sophie's weapon out of her hands and placed it behind him in the corner, where she couldn't reach it.
Sophie stood with her hands on her hips angrily hovering over him. "Irvin, you've been drinking!" she accused.
"Well, what if I have?" was his rejoinder. "It's a bar, isn't it?"
"I'm leaving!" Sophie announced in a loud voice. Again a couple of the middle-aged heads peered over at her.
"No, don't Sophie. I'm sorry" Irvin said while attempting to reach out from his sitting position and physically stop her. Sophie began to attempt to step away and whirled her arms. Irvin's hand inadvertently got tangled in Sophie's 'easy access' zipper on the front of her short yellow dress and pulled it all the way down! The dress quickly tumbled off her shoulders to the ground and lay at her feet. Sophie stood in her panties and a smile.
This time some of the middle-aged heads turned to glance and remained to stare.
"Irvin!" Sophie screamed. "What are you doing?" Sophie attempted to cover her abundant breasts, whose nipples had become suddenly erect as the cold air hit them and pick up her dress at the same time and was failing at both attempts.
"Something I should have done a long time ago," said Irvin standing up and pulling Sophie's panties off with a single swipe.
"Hear! Hear!" someone exclaimed at the bar.
The bartender pointedly looked in the other direction. It wasn't any of his business.
Irvin stared at Sophie's beautiful light brown pubic hair and her secret mound it covered. The lips of her cunt were beautiful and now somewhat distended in sexual excitement promising easy entry. Now Sophie had two areas she was attempting unsuccessfully to hide.
Irvin stood up and shed his long coat. Sophie instantly noticed he had an erection.
"Now, Sophie. Come here," said Irvin clutching her by the arm and pulling her close to him. "I've waited a long time for this and I'm not going to wait any longer."
He threw his mouth over hers and stuck his tongue as far down her throat as he could. The more Sophie struggled, the more sexually aroused Irvin became. He moved his other hand down to Sophie's virginal vagina and inserted his middle finger and began moving it in and out faster and faster.
Sophie moaned, "Irvin, not here, not now."
Irvin shed his shirt and pants and dropped his underwear to the floor. His eight-incher stood at attention. The group of middle-aged drunks left the bar and formed a semi-circle round them shielding them from prying outside eyes.
"Go get her, kid," one of them encouraged.
Irvin laid Sophie across the table and proceeded to suck on her left nipple and then her right nipple, while still manipulating his finger in and out of her cunt. He moved his other hand underneath her and jammed two fingers into her anal cavity. Irvin removed his mouth from Sophie's breast and placed his large penis on one nipple and then the other thrusting vigorously, almost spearing her mouth with the head of his machine.
