On a fall Saturday when I was in grad school, I decided to go to the bar down the street to watch a football game.
I had turned in a major paper the day before and gone out celebrating with classmates. I slept in, jerked off, and around noon I decided I wanted to watch my alma mater’s football game.
Being on the other side of the country, I didn’t get the game on my cable package without paying extra for the sports package. But I knew the bar down the street would show it.
I lived in the city’s “gay” neighborhood. That meant most of the gay nightclubs were a block in one direction. The bar half a block the other way was the closest “mixed” bar. There were plenty of post-college sports bars a short walk away. But I wanted something lowkey.
It wasn’t a sports bar. Just a regular drinking bar with a couple of TVs.
I walked in and saw a cute girl sitting at the bar. It looked like she was with the guy on the right side of her. But there was an open seat on the left and maybe she’d have some friends joining her for daydrinking.
When I say it looks like she was with the guy, I thought I may have even seen them kissing as I walked in.
It was a small bar but there were 25-30 people midday. Pretty packed for that little bar. It was just cold enough outside that people had stopped trying to do outdoor activities.
I sat next to her and ordered a drink. The bartender was a 40s lesbian woman. She was sarcastic and funny. Talked shit to the patrons who played along.
Next thing I know the girl next to me, Jessica, is talking to me and the bartender. The guy on the other side of her keeps trying to join in. But Jessica’s whole body is turned away from him and she doesn’t even acknowledge him.
I guess I was wrong about them being together. Maybe they weren’t kissing when I walked in.
The bartender jokes to us, “This girl is out of your league. I am more likely to see those cute little titties than you are.”
Jessica says, “Stop fighting. You can both see them.”
And lifts up her shirt to show she is braless. She does have cute little titties. Probably a small B. Nice ski jump shape and cute small areola.
“But he gets the first chance to suck them.”
I was stunned. She is holding her top up in a semi-crowded bar in the middle of the day and turns toward me.
“Really” I ask.
“If I ever offer and you ask again the answer is ‘no’,” she said.
So I sucked her nipple for a few seconds. She let’s out an exaggerated moan. Then pulls back and pushes her shirt back down.
Jessica is about 5’6″ with medium brown wavy hair to her shoulders. She is thin with a small waist, her hips flared out a bit and she had a tight, tiny ass.
We chat a bit. She is a psychology grad student from the state next to my home state. She seems smart, funny, and sassy. We made out a few times. And by making out, I mean passionate kissing and hands feeling all over each other’s bodies.
The guy who had been sitting next to her stands up, walks out shaking his head and says to me, “Good luck with that one.”
There is lots of playful, flirty banter then she says something about how she is braver than I am because she pulled out her tits.
She says if I have the guts to pull out my dick while we are sitting there at the bar, she’ll jerk me off until I cum. She says no one will even see because we are up against the bar. Then she adds that she bets I can’t even cum in public.
I start to ask if she is serious, but remember earlier her warning me not to ask twice. I am worried about some sort of indecency law. Everyone loves to see a topless woman. But almost no one wants to see a dick in public. I tell myself that this is the fringe of the gay neighborhood so surely dicks have been exposed here before.
So I pull it out. She looks at it and then starts jerking me.
“Oh, you do have some balls. Let me feel your cum on my hand.”
She jerks me for a what felt like forever, but was probably two or three minutes. She talks dirty telling me to cum for her. Unfortunately, she was right I was not going to cum in a crowded bar in daylight. Especially since I had jerked off right before going to the bar.
So I start going soft.
She says, “I told you so. I need to go to the bathroom.”
It is a pretty small bar with two unisex single occupancy bathrooms.
I wonder if I should follow her. But my confidence is a bit low after losing my erection and her perturbed response to my softening dick.
So I wait. She takes quite a while.
When she comes back we chat a bit. I suggest we go to my place, about a one-minute walk away. She says she is enjoying it here.
I ask if I can have another shot with a little more privacy.
“You missed your shot. I waited for you in the bathroom,” she says.
Next thing I know she is chatting with a couple of guys who sat down on the other side of her.
Her body is turned toward them and her back toward me. When I say anything to her she acts like I am a bother.
Next thing I know she is making out with one of those guys.
The bartender sees my look of disbelief and laughs at me. Not with me. At me.
Pretty sure she has seen this act from Jessica before. And now I am pretty sure she was making out with the guy when I walked in.
I saw her once after this from the window on the train near my apartment. She was on the platform to catch the next train. No chance for me to say anything.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xipp3x/middle_of_the_day_hj_in_a_bar_mf