I wandered into Angies bar and grill shortly before 1. I didn’t want to seem eager. I had already cleaned up the blood so I looked a little better, though I’m not sure if her pitying me was such a horrible thing.
I walked in and went to the bar, sitting where only one other person was sitting, he was glued to the tv that was tuned to the view. His cigarette was almost out and it looked as if he never took a single drag of it. The entire thing was ash, smoldering ash, perfectly balanced between his fingers.
I stared in amazement. I blinked out of the trace and looked around, I didn’t see her anywhere.
“You found us.” She said with smile. I couldn’t see her but I could tell she was smiling. Fuck me she’s sweet.
Angie walked up from behind me and went around the bar. She was smiling when’s he walked into my field of view.
“Yeah, I found you. It’s a nice little place.” I say trying not to gesture to the statue at the other end but I failed and she noticed my eye movement towards him.
“Oh, that’s Billy. He comes in everyday. Watches tv, drinks bourbon. Smokes his cigarettes and goes home. He never eats or really talks. Some of the long time waitresses say that he used to come in with his wife but that’s been ten years ago. Now he’s alone. Some say she left him, some say she died.” Angie shrugged and leaned on the counter. “Either way it’s sad, huh?” She asks looking at me with empathetic puppy dog eyes.
I nod in agreement.
“So.” She says smacking the counter top. “What are you having? WAIT! Let me guess….”
We stare at each other squinting…
“You like an old fashioned.” She says pointing a finger gun at me.
“With an orange slice in it.” I say just to be difficult.
“Is that a thing?” She asks chuckling. “I don’t think that’s a thing.”
I shrug and try to half smile. My nose is still tender. She notices my wince.
“How’s the nose?” She asks as she starts to make my drink.
“It’s ok, only hurts if I smile or try to laugh…I imagine coughing or sneezing would be horrible right now.” I say lightly touching my bridge.
She smiles and looks at me over her shoulder as she stirs the drink. She hands it to me and says, “It’ll help your nose.”
“Where’s the orange slice?” I ask.
“That’s not a thing.” She says winking at me and walks to the other end of the bar.
She leans on the counter to talk with Billy, her ass in those leggings are sticking out right at me. I can’t help but be aroused.
I let one hand drift down under the bar and squeeze my thickening cock. I watch her slowly shift her weight, her yoga pants leave nothing to the imagination as her ass jiggles.
I can’t help it, I start rubbing myself over my jeans. I sip my drink, wondering if there are cameras. I try to control myself for what’s seen above the bar, but under the bar I’m quickly getting myself off, ready to blow my load in my pants.
She squats down and reaches for something, her legs spread in the couched position, she leans forward and her thin stretchy legging material turns see through in the stress…she isn’t wearing any underwear.
My eyes bulge, I begin to cum. I can feel my cock pulses as it erupts load after load of hot sticky goo in my underwear. It costs my sack and shaft. I breathe and realize I had been holding my breath the whole time.
She turns to look at me and smiles. I smile back and drink the rest of my mixer. She starts coming back to me, “how was it?” She asks. “Fantastic.” I reply with a wide smile.
“Is there a bathroom I could use?” I ask.
“Down the hall to the left, across from the office.
I thank her and head that way. My cock and balls are sliding around in a delightful mess with each step.
As I approach the bathroom, I see the office. The door is cracked and I can see her bag sitting on the desk. I look back and see her with Billy, faced the opposite direction from me.
I dart in and look through her bag. There’s a bottle of water, tissue packs, a bowl, makeup…I pick up her lip gloss and slip it into my pocket. And then pass across the hall quickly and into the bathroom.
I wash my hands and pull the gloss out, I smell it and think of her lips. Of her applying this with the wand. I can’t help but smile. I stuff it back in my pocket and then head back toward the front.
I only stay little longer. After all, I need to get home and shower. Cum covered balls and cock only feels good for so long.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/qbsvdb/reluctant_engagements_2_public_masterbation
I’m really enjoying this series 😍