[F]ingered in a crowded bar [M]

Since you all seemed to enjoy my stories of Sam and I in my friend’s pool I figured I should share more. After the fantastic day of fucking, Sam and I had about a week left in our hometown before we both returned to school. Being 21 and students, we both still lived with our parents and siblings (I even shared a room with my 17 year old sister) so our homes weren’t really an option. We quickly discovered we both loved messing around either in public or other situations where we could easily be caught or seen. By the time I arrived on campus I was sore from that week.

Luckily for me, Sam and I went to school in the same city. He was a few miles and a quick public transit ride away. We didn’t really have any mutual friends in the city, but once he arrived back at school a week later we were back to fucking with much more freedom. I lucked out that I technically had a roommate, but she spent 99% of her nights at her boyfriend’s apartment so Sam and I were free to do whatever we wanted. After a few weeks of fully breaking in my little on campus apartment, I realized I still craved the exhibitionist side of our sex.

Sam worked as bouncer at a bar between our campuses. It wasn’t a huge popular spot, more of a regular college bar that wanted to be a club. It wasn’t that it was tough to get in, he was more a bouncer to check IDs at the door. There was always loud music, lots of beer and dancing. I convinced a few of my friends we should give it a try one Friday night.

I got as slutted up for it as I could without being charged with indecent exposure. I’m naturally tall (5’10”) and fairly curvy (about 185-190; thick but not fat) with 38DD chest and what I knew to be a fantastic ass. I wore one of those shirts that was basically a scrap of fabric in the front and a few strings holding it on (somehow) in the back in a dark red that looked fantastic with my tanned olive complexion and a short, tight denim skirt that stopped just barely below my ass cheeks. There was a 2-3 inch gap between the two showing off my new navel ring. By the time we got to the bar the temperature had dropped from warm late summer evening to chilly early fall night. I didn’t have a bra on (I miss perky 21-yea-old tits!) and my nipples were stretching the already tight fabric. Just thinking about what might happen that night had already soaked my thong.

We got there and joined the short line. Sam noticed me when I was about two people back. He looked damn good. He was a big guy, but not fat or super defined aside from his gorgeous arms. He looked kind of like Chris Pratt somewhere between his Parks and Rec body and his Guardians of the Galaxy one with dark hair and glasses. He had frosted the tips of his hair blond since I had last seen him, and since this was 2001, that was really working for me. He was pretty casual, wearing a dark t-shirt that showed off those amazing biceps and jeans.

He only half checked the IDs of my two friends (I know that because one wasn’t quite 21) and ushered them in before getting to me. He took my ID as a formality. “It looks like someone’s trying to get laid tonight,” he said. I giggled a little in response, making sure my tits bounced as I did. I watched as the bulge in his pants twitched. I made it clear where I was staring.

“It looks like you’re ready to help with that,” I said with a wink as he shifted to try and hide it.

He stifled a small groan. “I’m off in a little over an hour,” he said as he handed me back my license and ushered me in. I made sure to add a little extra wiggle to my ass knowing that’s exactly where he was staring.

Once in my friends and I all got drinks and started dancing. I was having a really good time with them and knew i was catching the eye of several men there. We were still dancing on a fairly full dance floor when I felt someone come up behind me and grab me by the hips and started grinding into me. “Mmmmmm,” Sam moaned in my ear, pressing his bulge into me. “This must me Sam we’ve all heard about?” my friend asked. I nodded and leaned my head back so Sam could kiss my neck. She laughed. “We’re going to take off and let you be then,” she said and my friends moved across the bar to a table.

With them gone I leaned back into Sam. He felt like a giant rock pressing into my ass. Sam too his hands from my hips and slid them down my stomach and over the front of my skirt until he rested them on my inner thighs right below the skirt. He slowly inched my thighs apart, still grinding into me and sucking on my neck. With the music loud, I let myself moan freely. His hand slid in a little more and I felt a finger or two reach up and flick my swollen clit. I clenched my ass in response and he let out what I swear was a growl. He slowly moved flimsy lace of my thong aside and started massaging a little more. My moans picked up as he started rubbing. My arms were behind my head, wrapped around his neck to keep somewhat steady on my shaking legs. He slid a finger, then two, in, still dancing a little and grinding into me. He kissed from my neck up to my ear. “You are the wettest dirty slut I’ve met,” he whispered in my ear. I ground down into his hand ever harder as a response. I looked around and realized there was a guy a few feet away grinding with some other woman, but intently watching us. He made eye contact with me at almost the exact moment Sam started massaging my clit hard with his thumb. “Let him see you cum,” he whispered in my ear and I realized he knew we were being watched too. That’s all it took and I started shaking. I’m pretty sure my eyes rolled back into my head as he kept massaging through my orgasm, reaching his fingers for my g-spot. I almost bit a hole through my lip trying not to scream as only whimpers escaped from me. The watcher’s eyes grew huge and he finally looked away to say something to his date. She responded by clearly grinding harder onto him and his attention was returned to her.

I couldn’t take it any more and I pulled Sam’s hand away. He continued to press into me. I took his hand to my mouth and slowly sucked each of his fingers clean, feeling his huge cock twitch with each time my lips touched those wet fingers. I finally turned around to face him with a kiss. He grabbed my hand and rushed me off the dance floor. He looked back and me with a grin. “There’s no one in the office!” and we ran off.

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