I noticed the monthly contest topic and figured now might be a good time to share this…
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This happened about a year ago. My husband and I were on vacation and on the day this happened, we had decided to *treat* ourselves with a little bit of help from our friend molly we had saved and brought along…
We had spent the afternoon at our hotel, but as the day started *rolling* by we decided to walk to a nearby bar/club. In playful—and inherently horny—moods, on our way to the bar we decided that I would go in first and sit at the bar and he would walk in 5-10 minutes later and “pick me up” like a stranger.
Our bodies were running hot in general with mol, so I had gone without a bra leaving the hotel, but it was also hot and muggy outside, so by the time we got to the bar, I realized I maybe should have worn a darker top, haha.
I was wearing a pink cami (now half soaked in sweat and making my nipples very visible) and my tiniest pair of jean shorts—comfortable shorts, but the kind of shorts you wear when you know you’re going somewhere where you don’t know anyone (such as on vacation) because your ass cheeks stick out the bottom of them and you’re always at risk of flashing your pussy due to the shorts’ tiny, flimsy strip of fabric down the middle that’s ill equipped to fulfill the role expected of it and the lack of any backup from underneath the shorts because you only packed tiny thongs and g strings for the weekend lol.
I didn’t give a fuck about any of that though. I was feeling great. So was my husband—and I could tell he was turned on watching me walk in ahead of him basically–falling out of my clothes–but confident as hell.
So, I played my part.
The bar was almost empty—we got there at about 5 p.m.—not exactly a hoppin time of day, but again, we didn’t care one bit lol.
I went in and just asked for a glass of water. I could see the bartender sneaking glances at me, stopping by me to wipe down the counter multiple times, cleaning the same glass for way too long and staring my way…all those little things. I’ll admit though…I was making it tough on him. I kept leaning over pretty far—far enough that I know he could see my nipples in flashes as I turned my body past the bar, twisting back and forth on my bar stool. lol I think he almost dropped a tray of glasses when I pulled the ol cool myself down by rubbing an ice cube down my neck and chest move…I almost felt a bit guilty…*almost*.
By the time my husband (a “stranger”) *rolled* in, I knew the dynamic had changed. The bartender definitely wasn’t going to just forget about me and go work in the back or anything…
My husband sat one bar stool away from me and didn’t even glance my way (he’s a much better actor than I am!). He was playing really fucking hard to get, haha—I tried to say hello to him but he cut me off and just ordered a drink, then set his gaze straight ahead of him. He actually acted *so* standoffish that it seemed to offend my new admirer the bartender, who I think took a bit of offense on my behalf ha.
He made my husband’s drink and then when setting it down in front of him, said (with a wink), “Here’s your drink, sir—that’ll be x$, but maybe you’d like to buy this beautiful woman a drink so she doesn’t drink too much water? We wouldn’t want any over-hydration problems, now would we?”
Then my husband *really* started to lay it on thick [foreshadowing?!]—he hemmed and hawed for a few seconds, then finally looked over at me and asked, “Huh, so, what’s with the water? Can’t you buy your own drink or do gorgeous women just get everything for free from people they’ve never met nowadays?”
Hahaha fuck, the bartender’s face was hilarious—complete shock and anger beginning to boil up. Before he could really start fuming, though, I started responding to the seemingly rude customer next to me—“Oh, well, uh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to assume anything—I, uh, listen—I can…pay…yeah, [my cumslut gears started turning…], I can, well, I can *compensate* you and pay for my drink that way if you would, uh…”
The icy character I was “meeting” cut me off, but did show his first signs of thawing a bit—“Oh, well, that’s a different story then, I suppose—I apologize for my insinuations earlier—it’s just, that’s how it usually goes with women as beautiful as you are who are waiting at a bar with water, you know? How about this—start over?”
—“I’d love that,” I said as I slid over to the bar stool that had been separating us.
–“Perfect,” he said. “Alright, so, let’s see about that drink now that we’re on the same page…bartender!”
I ordered my drink and my “new” friend paid for it—to the delight of good-guy bartender, who said, “Well, how gentlemanly of you! Glad to see you helping our lovely friend here!”
What the bartender hadn’t realized is that I had immediately started chugging my drink as soon as he set it down and by the time the words above finished coming out of his mouth, I had finished my mixer—and then promptly piped up:
“Oh, no, no, no—it’s not like that—I’m paying…”
As I finished talking I pulled Mr. Anonymous by the hand and led him away from the bar and down a short hallway toward the bathrooms…I didn’t look back because I didn’t want to break character, but I’m pretty sure the bartender almost walked right behind us on his side of the bar as we walked the length of it on the other side. I think we really got him into quite a frenzy lol.
So, I pull my husband into the men’s bathroom and he moves toward the stall, but I hold his hand back and said “No, baby—stay here—fuck me on the sink. No one is around (I think at that time we were literally the only other people in the bar)…let’s make sure the bartender knows I’m alright…”
He didn’t need any convincing and was already rock hard, the swollen head of his cock literally dripping with precum—and I was so fucking wet that those tiny little shorts and itsy bitsy thong served almost no purpose and it was all streaming down my thighs/inner legs.
I pulled my shorts down and bent over the sink at the same time he uncaged his cock and moved closer, not pausing for even an instant as he yanked my thong to the side and slide fully inside of me in one stroke, then grabbed a handful of hair on the second slap of his balls onto my ass–every pump into me afterward was at full fucking power and speed and it was amazing. I managed to get a finger on my clit and came all over my husband’s cock as he pounded the the hell out of my thankful pussy.
I was so fucking loud . I knew the bartender must be listening—I made sure to let him know how much I was enjoying myself…and then—when I realized my husband was about to cum, I made a split-second decision. It really just felt like instinct.
I pushed my husband back off and out of me and in one motion spun and dropped to my knees. He pushed the head of his pulsing cock against my mouth, now probably past the point of no return and probably assuming I’d swallow his load since that’s standard for us in these sorts of public/semipublic situations—but stroking him one last time I held him a few inches away. He exploded and I directed every thick rope of beautiful cum to my face—draping down my forehead, over my eyes and dripping off my chin and down onto my poorly concealed tits.
My husband looked a bit bewildered—but I just loudly said “Great! This worked out for both of us! Thanks again for helping me out! I’m going to stop by the women’s room next to us, so farewell, in case you leave before I get back!”—then I hurried him to get his pants and underwear back on and leave, which he did.
When I heard him and the bartender say goodbye to each other and the front door open and close, I sauntered out of the bathroom, my face fully glazed with fresh cum.
I honestly can’t even describe the bartender’s face this last time. His mouth was open and he looked confused (?), excited (?), surprised (?), maybe a little worried (?) all at once…?—ha,, he didn’t say a word—he just stared (I don’t think he could control it much lol) at me with that look–whatever it was–and a visible erection showing through his pants.
I paused for a few seconds, then smirked at him and asked and answered my own question to leave on a memorable note—I said “Hey, you’ve been great, so I’ll let you in on my little secret—I’m perfectly capable of buying my own drinks–but I still needed someone to cum all over my face.” Then I pulled a $100 bill out of my purse, left it on the bar as his tip, shot him a final quick, sly smile and then left the bar to meet my husband back at our hotel room (…to revel in our experience and fuck the rest of the night away :)).
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Hope you enjoyed!!
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/iljmjr/rolling_into_the_club_and_meeting_a_stranger
Great fun!