Hooking up at two different bars with my kid’s teacher (M/F)

My first story about hooking up with my kid’s teacher, when we met randomly at a bar during the big Syracuse elite 8 game and fucked at her friend’s house: https://m.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4chdy3/celebrated_the_win_in_a_big_way_mf_maybe_tifu/d1ozlwe?context=3

Part two, when we hook up at my place: https://m.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4d2zwl/hooking_up_with_my_kids_teacher_part_2/d1sx57m?context=3

This past Saturday night was the Final 4 matchup for Syracuse. Alison and I agreed to meet at the same sports bar that we had run into each other at the previous Sunday. I got there about halfway through the Oklahoma-’Nova early game to grab a booth, wearing my lucky Carmelo Anthony Syracuse Jersey. Alison rolled in right at tip-off off of the Syracuse game. Alison came alone this time and she squeezed next to me in the booth, with a friendly older couple sharing the other side. Alison was wearing a loose orange Syracuse t-shirt, purple tights and a tight black skirt that ended mid-thigh. After she sat down, she whispered to be that I should check out under her skirt. I slid my hand slowly underneath and found that she wasn’t wearing tights but thigh-high stockings. I roamed higher, expecting to hit underwear but never found any, my finger slipping between Alison’s pussy lips. I kept my hand there through most of the first half, and Alison reciprocated by kneading my cock through my jeans. We casually continued to pleasure each other, cheering at the correct times and making small talk with our tablemates during breaks in the action. But we were both still pretty distracted, and with North Carolina clearly the superior team anyway, I suggested Alison head to the bathrooms with a few minutes left in the first half. She compiled and I followed a minute later.

For some strange reason, the bar has three single bathrooms. There were signs on the doors and in the bathrooms themselves says no sex allowed, but a sign wasn’t going to stop us.

We slipped into the middle bathroom and were all over each other immediately. Alison grabbed my tongue with her teeth and pulled lightly. I hiked Alison’s skirt up as she unbuttoned my jeans and plunged two fingers deep into her wet pussy. She pressed against me, moaning and finally managed to get the button loose and pulled down my jeans, my erection springing out and banging against her milky white thigh. I reached back and grabbed a condom out of my back pocket and handed it to Alison. She rolled it on expertly and I lifted Alison onto the sink edge and plunged up inside of her. She arched back with a loud sigh and I dove onto her breasts over her shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra and I caught one of her long thin nipples with my teeth through the fabric. Alison cried out with pleasure as I pumped hard into her. She was so wet, that I didn’t feel much traction but she pressed down with her vagina’s muscles, holding me in. We fucked quickly and messily and I came when Alison bit me hard on my earlobe (there’s still a mark almost a week later). It was good timing because as I released and shuddered, my cum filling the condom, there was a banging on the bathroom door. I yelled to wait a minute and i helped her off the sink and pulled out. We both grabbed a few paper towels and cleaned up some of the mess around our gentiles.

I was just buttoning my pants when we heard a key in the bathroom door’s lock. Alison had already pulled down her skirt when the angry bar owner came in. We got kicked out of the bar and we left willingly through the back. I invited Alison back to my place to continue but she gave me an excuse about helping her roommate with putting together an Ikea bookcase. I offered to help but was shot down abruptly.
Oh well. She said she’d text my about getting together later in the week.

Tuesday morning, Alison texted me and asked if I wanted to watch the Women’s basketball final. Even though Syracuse was in the game, I still had no interest. I mean, it’s women’s basketball. Unless there’s a lingerie women’s basketball league, I’ll pass. She said she’d make it worth my while, so I asked if she wanted me to come over. For whatever reason, she said she wanted to go to a bar and had even found the best place in town to watch the game. I didn’t answer there’s probably a small pool of choices for women’s basketball, but I reluctantly agreed.

We planned to meet at the bar again. This sports bar was smaller and darker than the joint we had gone to the past couple of times. There was one large projection screen just off the side of the bar and the seating was all bar stools and those small round bar tables. The place was surprisingly packed when I got there, and I finally located Alison. She was all the way in the back of the bar. She apologized that she also came to late to grab a table, but I waded through to the bar, got some beers. At least there was a small ledge running across the back wall that we could put our beers on. The game started and I was bored right away, so I checked out Alison–who was wearing an orange t-shirt that was so tight, she must have sprayed it on, a brown miniskirt that kissed her thighs, and brown tights. Her tits looked nice and plump in the tight shirt, and when I looked over the tights, I had to lean over and ask if they were tights or stockings again? Alison gave me a mischievous smile, her wonderful green eyes twinkling and she moved her body in front of mine. I cautiously slide a hand up her leg and under the skirt, and sure enough, I felt bare skin.
Alison pressed her body again as my hand explored and whispered in my ear that she wasn’t wearing underwear either. My cock went to full mast, especially since she started grinding against me. No one else was really against the back wall and literally, everyone in the bar was transfixed by the one TV, that was on too loud and in the front of the bar. I slowly inched up Alison’s skirt and began kissing her neck. She responded by grinding harder and I grabbed her ass cheeks and held her tight against my cock. She leaned back and asked me if I wanted to fuck her right now. Boy did I. I unzipped my pants, grabbed a condom and sheathed up the little guy. Sliding down so that I was better positioned, I reached around and opened her pussy lips with my fingers and pushed into her about a quarter of the way. I started thrusting, pushing deeper and deeper inside of her. Alison was still leaning against me, her head turned so that she could moan in my ear, which just turned me on more. We fucked slowly, not wanting to make too much noise in case anyone turned towards us, although it was really gloomy back there. I bet even if someone was looking straight at us, they might not have realized what was happening. Alison reached behind her as I fucked her, playing with my balls as I kissed her neck and shoulders and fingers her clit. I could feel her dripping, she was so wet. My thighs were beginning to burn from the way I was crouching slightly but I want to stop. Alison’s moans grew louder in my ear and I could feel her body stiffen. I was so close but I wanted to hold until she came first. I focused my attention on the girls playing ball on the screen and that kept my orgasm at bay. Alison pursed her lips against my ear to stifle her pleasurable cries as she came, her body pushed ask the way against me. As she bucked, I came too and I enjoyed the sensation with her. I held Alison limply, out of breath until she moved away from me, my cock hanging out. She adjusted her skirt say that she was covered again and headed for the bathroom. I slumped against the wall, tucked myself back in my pants and enjoyed my beer.

A few minutes later, Alison rushed back with a troubled look on her face and told me her roommate was having an emergency and she had to go. I offered to come with but she waved me off, giving me a chaste kiss on the cheek and headed out. Uninterested in the game, I left a minute later.

Allison has come over the past two nights. Both times we were supposed to go out to eat, both times she cancelled at the last minute and came over, wearing almost nothing under that same between raincoat (two nights ago it was a sports bra and bike shorts. Last night it was lacy underwear), to my place to fuck. I’m not complaining, although she expects me to give her head right away (I mean, that’s fine, I don’t mind pleasuring her first) but she’s always going home a few hours later. I don’t think I’m interested in having a relationship with her anyway but it seems disconcerting that she makes lame excuses about leaving, all related to her roommate. Is she trying to tell me that she’s in a relationship and she’s cheating? I hope not. I don’t really want to be used like that, even if the sex has been very good. She says she’ll be out of town this weekend, so I guess I have a few days to figure out what to do.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4dzus7/hooking_up_at_two_different_bars_with_my_kids