Lizzie stepped into the dark bar, scanning the room for her friend. It had been a particularly long day at work, and they had agreed to meet up at their usual spot, the dive bar down the street from Lizzie’s place.
It looked like Stephanie hadn’t gotten there yet– the only patrons in the whole bar were a couple old guys who had looked like they had been there drinking all day, a woman typing thoughtfully on a laptop, and a guy around her age. She’d seen him there before.
Figuring she may as well get started, Lizzie ordered a drink and settled in towards the end of the bar, a couple seats away from the guy.
She hadn’t gotten a good look at him before, but he was really cute. He met her gaze and smiled at her, catching her off guard. She blushed and smiled back. “Don’t stare at cute boys, you fucking pervy weirdo…” she chastised herself internally. Sometimes she had embarrassing thoughts about guys in public and the filthy shit she wanted them to do her.
A text popped up on her phone– Stephanie. “So sorry! Something came up at work. raincheck?” Lizzie rolled her eyes, briefly irritated, but replied “no problem.” And it really wasn’t one. Stephanie was a good friend despite her occasional flakiness, and at leat Lizzie had alcohol to lean on.
“Meeting a friend?”– the man’s voice jolted her away from her phone.
And right back to those dirty thoughts. This guy was hot.
“I was, but I just got bailed on actually.”
“Ah. Bummer. I mean, for your friend. Lucky for me.”
He reached out a hand. “I’m Aaron.”
“Lizzie.”
Lizzie was wet. Already. They talked for a while. Lizzie learned that he lived in the apartment complex a couple blocks down from hers, and that he was a consultant? Or maybe a finance guy?…The truth was, she couldn’t concentrate. Lizzie felt an overwhelming urge to try something she had always fantasized about. She excused herself to the restroom and slipped off her panties, struck by how wet they were from just talking to this guy.
She had butterflies– was she really gonna go through with this? She knew if she didn’t do it now, she would overthink and talk herself out of her. Plus, she just had a gut feeling about Aaron– he was super sweet and listened attentively when she spoke, but she could just tell that somewhere in the back of his mind he was picturing her bent over on all 4s for him, begging for his cum. He wasn’t all that shameful about it either– he stole glances at her all the time, even before tonight. She had seen him look her up and down as she went up to the bar to order a drink. Tonight, she caught him looking straight down her top when she bent to pick up her phone. It made her so horny that despite his best efforts to stay focused and respectful, he just couldn’t help himself…
“Focus, Lizzie.” She steeled herself. “Time to do some slut shit.”
She drew her shoulders back and took a deep breath, walking out of the bathroom with her soaking wet panties neatly folded and concealed in her hands. Without a word, she looked Aaron in the eye and handed them to him.
The way he groaned was almost guttural. “Jesus fucking Christ.” He looked up at her with hunger in his eyes. Lizzie met his gaze. This was by far the sluttiest thing she’d ever done, and it thrilled her.
Lizzie hopped back into her barstool. The place was nearly empty now, and where they were towards the end of the bar was well-hidden. She pulled up her skirt and angled herself so that only he could see her. Lizzie spread her legs apart just a bit, revealing her naked pussy to the man she had met just 20 minutes ago. She reveled in his expression– his jaw was nearly on the floor. She felt like such a slut, and she needed to hear him say it.
“You are so hot” Aaron managed to choke out in his state of hypnosis.
“Yeah?” Lizzie began lightly grazing her pussy. “I’m hoping that maybe you can do something for me then.”
Aaron nodded, transfixed.
“I need you to slide a finger inside me and feel how wet my pussy is right now. Can you do that?”
More nods. Lizzie took Aaron’s hand and guided it to her pussy. He slid a finger into her wetness, feeling her tighten up around it as he sank in further. He wondered what that would feel like if he were fucking her.
“I need you to tell me what a good little slut I am,” Lizzie continued.
Aaron’s eyes lit up. “Fuck yes, that’s what you are. You’re a perfect little barslut. Look at you, showing off your tight pussy to a stranger.” He knew just what to say.
Lizzie was emboldened. Fuck, she was horny. She let him explore her with her fingers while he swelled up in his pants, to the point he was visibly bursting out of them.
“Do you want to go back to my place?” Aaron asked.
Lizzie shook her head. She couldn’t wait. She took Aaron by the hand, leading him out of the bar and around the corner, to a secluded spot in a nearby alley. She unbuckled his pants, pulling his thick swollen cock out of his pants. She dropped to her knees and took him straight into her mouth, deeper and deeper until he hit the back of her throat rhythmically. He moaned, grasping the roots of her hair and bringing himself deeper into her mouth and closer to orgasm.
She touched herself while she blew him, rubbing her clit in tight little circles. It made her so horny to think about what good public whore she was being. She could tell he was getting close already. Something came over her.
“Please fuck me, daddy. I need your cum dripping out of me while I walk home tonight.”
She stood up and bent over in front of him, hiking up her skirt and offering him her perfect pussy. “Fuck,” he groaned as he eased into her, “you are so fucking tight.” He started to pump away at her pussy, grabbing her ass with both hands as he thrust into her.
Lizzie knew he would last no time in her tight pussy. He fucked her with wild abandon for as long as he could before injecting her with his warm load. Fuck yes. Exactly what she had been craving.
Without a word, Lizzie smiled, covered herself back up, and began the walk back to her apartment, Aaron’s cum dripping down her bare thighs. She was proud of herself for finally taking a chance on her slutty side, and knew this would not be the last time.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/112s11r/change_of_plans_exhibitionism_public_sexstranger