[F,39/M,39] Two devils in the Saints pub (public sexual activity)

So, there was this guy I met on PoF (Plenty of Fish). He was hispanic, my age.. cute, bordering on handsome and becoming more distinguished. We text back and forth for a bit, talk on the phone. The next day we set up a date. Me, BBW, white european, cute and young looking. He loved me in the red dress I was wearing.

Getting ready for the date, I did all the usual things – shower, put on makeup, perfume. When I dressed my outfit was a long denim skirt, a peasant blouse and a pair of tan boots that go up to below my knees plus the normal undergarments. No tights because they tore when I was putting them on >:(

I'll call the guy T, for tax accountant

T picks me up in his Ford Explorer. He was in a pullover and jeans. As we took off we talked about our experience on the website… I met a couple guys before- one had a tantrum when I said I wasn't interested, the other kind of turned me off when he kissed me (all tongue and no lips) T jokes that the timing may not have been right and I told him that no amount of good timing would fix that kiss.

After a little back and forth we decide to go to the Saints Pub. T and I planned on playing pool but we decided to sit at a table along the back window where we could see the street and watch the people go by. He sits with his back to the window and I on his right. We hit it off very fast, talking about our lives and our interests. He holds my hand, strokes my arms, we chat, have a beer. It was intimate and fun. We begin to lean closer and he took the opportunity to kiss me. Soft, warm and sweet. Yes… now I'm interested.

He starts to stroke me a bit more around my arms and hands, neck and face. I'm starting to get turned on and at a few moments my thoughts were interrupted by a chance touch on my neck, a stroke on my arm, his finger circling my palm. His touches would make me shiver, my temperature was rising and I was wanting more. I can barely remember what we were talking about. I know we were looking at the drinks menu… There was a loud and huge crowd so no one was paying attention to us, just to themselves. We'd watch everyone go by, laughing and carrying on, but mostly we were focused on each other. Kissing a bit, touching, I could feel my pussy getting wet.

T's right hand rested on my left knee as we talked a bit more rubbing and patting my leg as we talked. In order to show I was okay with him touching I lightly touched his hand and stroked that arm. It was all over my skirt, touching me in random places above and below the table. Each touch made me heady, wanting more. We lean in for another kiss, and a few more.

As I was smiling at him, he was playing with the fabric of my skirt, I thought it was a little uncoordinated because of the drape of the fabric. What actually happened was actually subtle and deliberate. He was drawing the hem of my long skirt up so he could put his hand under it. He then places a gentle hand on my bared knee, tickling me with fingers, sticking them in my boot cuff, and behind my knee. I shivered and bit my finger. My nipples got hard. God, I didn't want it to stop. I just wanted him to keep touching me like that. I wanted him. I knew I wanted to be in his bed. I told him it tickled and he said he'd stop and I said, "No, you don't have to stop. It feels good."

He must have known I was open and don't know how he knew. T leans forward to the edge of his seat, his sensuous hand glides higher up my leg, drifting his fingers perhaps it was to test my resolve. Unafraid, I allowed myself to give into his plans. I wanted to see where he was willing to go.

T's hand reaches all the way up my leg to my panties. He had me in suspense, would he try to touch my pussy? He quietly asks if I'm wet. I think it was a rhetorical question. He uses his hand to circumvent my panties, runs a cool finger up my hot slit and my legs open for him as if by reflex. I feel like an undercover whore but I don't care. Grateful I wasn't wearing tights like planned but I still wonder if that would have stopped his practiced hand.

He begins to play with my clit and I'm trying to play it cool. He opens the menu, leans down with his cheek on his hand, as if to read it. An innocent act to disguise what he knew was forbidden. My eyes drift to the floor to ceiling window behind him with a view of the street below and I briefly wondered if people even wondered this could happen in plain view and how lucky they were if they saw it. Then at the game on tv, I don't even know what they were playing. Possibly basketball? The happy crowd was growing loud and boistrous. Then I look back to him doing my best to play cool, almost in disbelief as he was being so casual yet focused. It was becoming more obvious I was enjoying this taboo activity as much as he tried to remain aloof.

Turning towards him, I put my right leg on his lap and he holds my leg there. There was no way I was going to let this moment pass and have someone notice what we were doing. As he warms his cold fingers in my pussy, I look directly at him as if to say "We know what you are doing to me but I'm not stopping you." He darts his eyes at me and then looks away knowing we can't stare too long. He's the captain now.

The whole thing felt like all time had stopped and the world was flying by our bubble. My face flushed, pussy wet and my heart pounding like a drum in my ears; obviously I needed more. Could we get away with more??

I placed my left knee and foot behind him on the chair. He takes his fingers out and licks them like he had honey on them and a light scent of sex drifted my way. I asked how it tasted and he said "Good baby." He leans back in his chair, still holding my other leg, sticks his hand back into my burning pussy and starts finger fucking me. Oh god yesssss… mmm. He leans forward with a scented kiss which burned like a fire in me. Every thrust of his fingers made my legs squirm on him, I can hear his low moans as I try to pull him closer between my legs with each thrust.

The room was getting hot even against a cold window. There were people everywhere and they paid no mind to us. I look to see if anyone was looking and nope. We let the work continue. We lean together and kiss deeply, I suck and bite on his bottom lip. If I could get away with getting on his cock, there was no question I would have tried but there was 30 people around us and it would be blatently obvious what we were doing.

The last time I learned for a kiss I kissed his neck, nibbled on his ears and breathily whispered into them, "I want you.. I need you.. I need you so bad, please," He says "I think I will eat you in the car. I don't think I can wait until later." We pull ourselves together a moment, try to catch the eye of the waitstaff to pay our tab and he motions to me touch his erection though his jeans. Fuck how I love a bulge in a mans jeans- it leaves so much and so little to the imagination. The paradox is kryptonite when I'm horny. I rub the hard swelling on his leg and wanted so badly to take him in my mouth.

He motions to me again and he'd unzipped his jeans and pulled out his uncut cock. Licking my palm, I proceeded to stroke him while we waited to catch the [above board] attention one of the staff so we can pay the tab and leave. We felt deperate but we were able to pay. The karaoke singers were performing "Killing me softly" – killing me indeed. We couldn't walk to his vehicle faster and remain collected.

All I could say to him was "I never did something like that before."

TL;DR – Met a guy for a date on PoF. Fantastic convo followed by being fingered in public with a crowd around for a first time. Couldn't pay the tab fast enough when we wanted to leave.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3y5xcx/f39m39_two_devils_in_the_saints_pub_public_sexual