That time [M]y date said she has a thing for [f]ooling around in public.

“The thing that really turns me on, more than anything, is fooling around in public. That’s why I always wear dresses, if I like someone”.

Katie had leaned over to whisper that in my ear, so it wasn’t obvious to anyone else in the bar. I nearly choked on my beer, not because it was too unusual for someone to have that kink, but because we were only about an hour into our first date. And well..she was wearing a dress.

I looked Katie over again, she was a cute dirty blonde with freckles from too much sun doting all over her nose, but they just made her look even cuter. She was wearing a loose fitting sundress that had spaghetti shoulder straps, but otherwise it didn’t show any cleavage or any leg. It was a respectable first date dress, that didn’t predict what Katie had just said to me.

We were sitting in a corner booth of a sparsely populated bar near the beach in Malibu. When her next drink arrived at our booth she wrapped her hands around the glass, as she scooted closer to me. She was turned slightly sideways with one leg on the bench, like someone at ease, and now that leg was pressed against my leg and she told me all about her life. The way she was sitting had caused her dress to ride up just past her knee, and I put my hand on her bare leg pressed against me. And she gave a little smile to let me know that was ok.

I knew from “the app” that Katie was a hair dresser, and potentially an aspiring actress. We had made lots of small talk over chat, mostly about tv, movies, food and mundane details about our days. Enough to know we liked each other… But now she was telling me all the important details. She was also a Malibu native, she came from money and was telling me all about sailing and summers in Europe. I was thinking to myself “this isn’t the type of girl I really go for. But she’s cute…and she’s letting me touch her leg”

As she talked, I was sliding my hand up and down her skin, under the guise of just comfortingly massaging her leg, but now my hand was 4-5 inches higher than it was before, slightly under her dress.

I made some awkward jokes about how her and I came from different sides of the tracks. I grew up blue collar, and in the Valley, and she was a Malibu girl. She laughed it off and said she liked men who worked for a living, and were more down to earth. That her dad and inherited his law firm from her granddad and that she didn’t like that whole tickle down wealth thing, and she had always rebelled against it. That’s why she was focused on being an actress, and less so on her hair salon, that it turns out, was a gift from her grandfather (these people give businesses as gifts, I’m seriously in pain inside, as I hear this).

While my mind might be filled with confused anger towards the financial elite of Malibu, my hand wasn’t confused and had found it’s way to her upper thigh and was fully under her dress now. She gave a little sigh and her other leg, the one still hanging off the booth seat, moved away a bit so her thighs moved apart more. This seemed like an open invitation, and at that moment I was like “this is a total miss match, Katie and I are totally wrong for each other, so fuck it, just go for it”. So I fairly suddenly slide my hand up until my finger tips found her panties and I started to rub my hand along her inner most thigh as my fingers teased the center of her panties.

There was really no reaction from her. She kept talking to me, telling me about her assistant who basically runs the salon for her, while she’s at auditions or acting classes. I’m nodding my head as if I’m enthralled by her tales of her struggles with breaking into the Hollywood scene. That she’s not the club type, and she’s really just a down to earth girl who prefers dive bars. But really, I’m focused on the fact that her panties are getting wet, and my fingers are pressing deeper into them, pushing them against her pussy. She finally gives a stifled sigh/moan to let me know she’s a part of this moment. I take that as another “fuck it, go for it moment”, and I used one finger to peel her panties to the side a little, and one of my fingers runs over her wet lips and between them. She sighs again and leans close to me “That feels really good” she whispers. Her arm wraps around my back and she shifts even closer to me, her bent leg on the booth seat, sliding onto my lap and over one of my legs, as her other leg stays firm so her legs spread a little more. Her new position made it easier for my finger tip to press between her lips, and I run it up and down, spreading her wetness around her lips. It’s like a dance across her pussy to tease her in that bar.

She really does strike me as a diver bar type of girl, if we forget about her wealth. She’s relaxed in the bar she chose. This bar has a poorly maintained exterior in an otherwise beautiful town. It’s nestled just off of pacific coast highway on a little side road, where only the locals know it exists. Parking is terrible and I left my car parked on a little dirt area just off the road, boxed in by bushes, and I’m not really sure it’s legal to park there.

It’s maybe 10:30pm on a Wednesday and over the past 30 minutes the bar has cleared out, as most of the serious afterwork drinkers need to get home and kiss their kids goodnight with the slight smell of whiskey on their breath. There’s one other couple, in another booth across the room, and the bartender. With a little more privacy, I get a little more bold and I plunge my finger into Katie’s pussy. She reacts instantly and her fingers claw into my shoulder and he lets out a loud sigh, and takes in a deep breath. I don’t take this as meaning I should stop, but that I should keep going. And I do, as I curl my finger inside her and slowly and methodically press back against the inside of her pussy. Her eyes get wide and she seems to lose her ability to speak. And she just looks at me and our conversation mostly falls to the wayside.

Keep in mind, at this point, We’re 2 hours into our first date, and I still have no made an attempt to kiss Katie. Our lips have not touched, nor has she or I kissed the other’s cheek, chin, lips or forehead. Yet, she’s nearly sitting on my lap, with my finger knuckle deep in her pussy, as her nails are digging into my shoulder.

The bartender walks over and asks: “Do you guys need a refill, I need to go in the back and replace two of the Kegs, might be gone for a bit”. 2 minutes later she’s back with our drinks and then she disappears into the back. We look over and the other couple is kissing away like two love birds and I go to adjust my hand to play with her differently, but Katie has other ideas, and she just quickly climbs over me and straddles me in the booth and starts to kiss me. She’s feverish, as if she was on the edge of frustration and is pulling on my lips and breathing deep breaths between each kiss. As she’s now straddling me, both of my hands slide under her dress and over her ass. She’s in the wrong position for me to touch her pussy now, or is she? I slide one hand around the back of her ass and down between her legs, I can barely reach, but I can reach, as I start to play with her soaking wet pussy from behind. This only makes her deep breaths between kisses deeper, and her hands run down my chest and over my jeans, she slides her hand over my cock, through my pants and gives is a few squeezes and tugs. She seems ravenous for it and is clawing at the buttons of my pants, but then…

We hear a noise…

She quickly slides back into her seat next to me and we both innocently sip our drinks. We look around. We see couple 2 still lightly kissing in the other booth, and then the source of the noise, a group of 4-5 people are filtering into the bar. They take the largest booth next to us, and are only a few feet away. And are all being quite loud. One of them turns to Katie, and says “where’s Cathy” to which Katie informs them she’s changing kegs in the back and will be there soon. Now I’m assuming these people are regulars and Katie knows them, but isn’t part of their group.

Over the next half hour Katie cuddles up close in the booth and we keep sipping our drinks and exchanging light kisses, Cathy (who’s the bartender, apparently) has gotten the group next to us their drinks) and the group next to us is being obnoxiously loud, like this is some sort of public bar. So rude…

My hand has slid back up Katie’s dress and now I’m just lightly brushing the tip of my finger over her wet clit as we talk. And we talk about nothing at all really. Boring small talk that neither of us are focused on. I’m focused on teasing her clit just right, and I’m guessing she has a similar focus, but is running her hand affectionately over my upper arm, and occasionally across my (swollen cock) jeans. Until she leans in close to whisper to me.

Katie “Where did you park?”

Me “About a 10 minute walk up the road, in some bushes”

Katie “you parked in the bushes?”

Me “no, in a little dirt spot between the bushes”

Katie “Oh, it sounds more private than this?”

Me “yeah, it seemed pretty private…”

I settle up the bill and Katie and I walk outside into the chilly air. I ask where she’s parked and it turns out there’s a small parking lot right behind that bar, I had no idea about. She innocently says “I’ll walk you to your car, since it’s far, and you can just drive me back to mine”. Sounds legit, right? We walk up the road to my car, and it seems a little farther and a little more sketchy now that it’s really dark out. I’m actually a bit embarrassed I parked over here now that I know about the parking lot. We get to the car and we both get in. I turn the key ¾ of the way so the music starts and we look over at each other and lean in and start to kiss again.

Katie wastes no time, as soon as we’re kissing, her hand is back to fumbling at the buttons on my jeans. She pulls away and softly says “can you take them off, or pull them down or something?” It’s a bit forward, but not really, considering I was just banging her in the bar. The spot my car is parked in is really out of the way. Someone walking past might see something through the back window, but both the driver and passenger side views are blocked by the shrubbery. I undo my pants and going along with my “fuck it” attitude from before, I just slide them all the way down to around my ankles, so I’m sitting in my car in just my boxers and shirt. I look over at Katie and without any prompting from me, she squirms her arms through her spaghetti straps and back out, to pull the top half of her dress down to he waist. She reveals both that she wasn’t wearing and bra and that she has perky, perfectly shaped D cup breasts. It was like something you see on r/biggerthanyouthought, because I had not idea she was hiding anything close to those. But when I say “perky, perfectly shaped D cup breasts”, I should be clear that these are not something the gods have crafted, but rather, the result and artistry of a Beverly Hills surgeon. But who am I to complain or judge.

As I googly eye stare at her perfect breasts, Katie runs her hand behind my neck and pulls me face first into her breasts, as if to nurse me. I start to kiss them and run my tongue over her nipples. She softly moans. My hand runs under her dress again and I start to tease her pussy like I was in the bar. Her hand snakes through my outreached arm and she starts to run it over my boxers. Rubbing my balls and as my cock gets hard and naturally pokes out of my boxers, her hand finds it and starts to stroke the shaft. She starts to moan as we touch each other, and the window of the car start to fog up from our heavy breathing.

She suddenly pulls away from me and composes herself a bit. She straightens her hair and adjusts her bunched up dress around her waist. Then looks at me. “can you lower your seat back?” I do as I’m told, but not completely sure why yet. As I lean the seat back, she climbs into her seat and leans over the center arm rest. She gives me a soft kiss on the lips and then pulls on my cock with her hand gripping it and leans down to take it into her mouth.

Car blowjobs are awkward. Nothing seems to ever get completely comfortable and no one ever seems to know where their arm or leg quite fits and it takes a little longer than normal. But no…not this one, not with Katie. She was on her knees in the passenger seat, leaning over the arm rest and wrapping her mouth around me. Some girls just naturally know how to effortlessly suck a cock and Katie was a natural. I couldn’t tell where her tongue was at any given moment, she wasn’t just sliding her mouth up and down like so many girls do, she was rolling her tongue and her mouth around my cock, making me feel adored and worshiped. I was quite literally in heaven.

I reached down and pulled her dress up over her ass, It was all bunched up around her waist now. I pulled her panties to the side and started to play with her lips and clit again. She moaned into my cock so I could feel it in my balls. My finger tip found her clit and I started to brush around it slowly, little circles and then back and forth. I could feel every deep breath and moan travel through my cock and it made an already amazing blowjob, even better.

Katie rocked back on her knees a bit and was wiggling her ass as I teased her clit. She started to really moan onto my cock and breath hard onto it. I think she might have been coming, but just the idea of it pushed me over the edge and I felt myself about to cum. I exclaimed (far too loud for my little car) “I’m cumming” so she could pull away or make what every choice she wanted to. But there was not change in her rhythm or sense of purpose. She just kept roller her tongue around my cock and breathing hard on it. I felt myself start to pulse in her mouth and she just kept doing whatever magical thing she was doing. I felt pulse after pulse of cum leave my cock and she just continued as if nothing phased her. She didn’t seem to make any sign of pausing or hesitation to slow down and swallow my load, there was just an effortless draining of my cock into her mouth. As I finished my last pulse, she slowed her movements and just ran her tongue around my cock a few more times and then pulled away and leaned up to give me a little kiss on the lips.

My cock was dry except for the slight glisten of her spit, and her lips her dry too. She had effortlessly swallowed everything I had to giver her. She smiled at me, and said “thank you…I needed that”. As if she was the one that got the most out of that moment.

I drover her back to her car in the parking lot. It was a decently sized lot and I realized there was a sign on the side of the bar that said “parking in rear”. But really, who can notice these things. We kissed a few times and then she shyly climbed out of my car and went off into the night.

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