Stranger at the Bar.

When I first started my current job, about 5 years ago I was sent away to Birmingham for 3 nights for a seminar. The company paid to put me up in a fancy hotel so I was pretty happy with the arrangement… the first night was pretty non eventful but on the second day, I finished work in the late afternoon so I thought I’d have a few drinks in the swanky hotel bar…

I got back to my room, showered, did my hair and make up and put on a skimpy, skin tight black dress and my high heels. I didn’t bother with underwear because – well because often I don’t and I was really hoping I might get laid…

I got into the bar about 6.00pm and it was really empty. I sat at the bar, ordered myself a neat vodka and waited… and waited… The barmaid was nice enough but she made it clear she wasn’t into girls. A couple of guys wandered in and stayed for a drink, but they really weren’t my type. The bar was just far quieter than I ever though it would be. Then around 7.00 a young man walked in. He was younger than me – about 22 at the time I’d say. Dressed in a nice suit, with a nice watch. He ordered a bottle of premium beer. Thankfully, and probably only because the bar was so quiet, he sparked up a conversation with me…

He was really nice and interesting and full of compliments for me. He eventually sat on the bar stool next to me. I pulled up my dress slightly and twisted towards him to give him a good view of my thighs. He bought me a drink and started telling me he was married but very unhappily and he hadn’t had sex in over 3 months “Oh my god” I joked. ‘You must be so full up.” He laughed. ‘If my wife looked anything like you, I wouldn’t leave her alone” he said. All the usual stuff but I was flattered and really, really horny… I did the old deliberate trick of dropping my purse on the floor, so I got off my stool, turned around so my back faced him and really slowly bent down to pick it back up. I sat back on my stool and looked at him. He was mesmerised, I knew he was mine if I wanted him, and the bulge under his trousers that he was trying really hard to hide, was easily noticeable…

He bought me another drink – I think to try and divert the attention from his obvious erection. “Want to come and sit down in one of the booths?” I asked him. “Sure, that would be great.” We grabbed our drinks and headed for a booth In the corner of the bar…

I sat next to him and we continued to drink and talk. Heavily flirting at this point, lots of leg touching etc. “How have you managed 3 months without sex?” I asked him. “You must be constantly wanking yourself off.” He laughed but admitted “I do yeah, it’s not the same though is it.” I reached across and put put my hand on his crotch which was hidden underneath the table. “No it’s definitely not the same” I told him, smiling. I started to move my hand, rubbing his crotch really gently. I felt him harden, and again hidden by the table, I parted my legs slightly so he could see I was wearing no panties. I felt his cock throb without excitement under my hand. “This is really naughty” he whispered to me. “I love naughty, it’s my favourite’’ I told him as I started to put more pressure on my hand. “Ahhhh fuck” he moaned. I leant towards him and kissed him, again I felt his cock throb underneath my hand. As I was kissing him, I undid the zipper on his suit trousers and pulled his cock out. It was hot – his erect penis just hidden by the table. “That feels so fucking good” he told me, as I placed my hand around his member and started to stroke him. With my other hand, I grabbed his arm and pushed it down towards my pussy. He stroked my little bush (I had a bush back then) as I continued to wank him off. When his fingers wandered inside me I started to stroke him faster, my hand travelling the length of his cock. I leant into him “If you make me cum in here, I’ll take you back to my room and fuck you.” He started to fuck with his fingers and his palm was rubbing against my clit hard. I could feel his veiny cock twitching in my hand as I continued to wank him off fast and hard…

I was so wet as his fingers continued to slide in and out of my tight pussy. I couldn’t help but moan, and it was loud “Ahhhh fuck” I shouted as I came all over his fingers. “Leave them inside me” I told him as I started to stroke him as fast as I could, my hand banging on the underneath of the table. He leant back moaned and came all over my hand… My hand still on his cock, and his fingers still inside me, we kissed again… We cleaned ourselves up using a napkin and finished our drink…

“I guess a promise is a promise and now you should fuck me” I said to him. “Do you have a condom?” I asked him. He didn’t but he said he’d go to the vending machine in the gents and buy some. “I’m room 114, I’ll be waiting for you.” I headed up to my room and waited for him, leaving the door unlocked.

As he entered the room, I was on all fours on the bed, dress pulled up to my waist, and my ass facing him. I shook my booty. “Come get me” I told him. He took his trousers off, put the condom on his cock, which was already hard again, entered me and fucked me hard. My ass in the air banging against him as his balls hit me after every thrust. We both came quickly and hard!

He got himself dressed, and as I was leaving I kissed him on the lips and told him “Maybe we’ll see each other again sometime.” We never did…

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