You know I hate going to the bar. I think that’s why you made me. It’s a wolf pack of desperate punters, 4 people deep, all needing a drink. I can’t lie, I’m definitely one of them. Meeting you has made my mouth dry. Made me need that Dutch courage. Having a few minutes to collect myself is no bad thing.
I’m getting closer to the bar now, in the midst of the throng of people also needing their drink of choice to help move them to oblivion. I’m getting jostled in the scrum and I feel someone pressing up against me. As I start to turn around to unleash hell on the rude fuck who has dared to touch me, I hear you whisper in my ear ‘Emma. It’s ok, it’s me’.
My body relaxes into you. I didn’t even realise I was that tense. ‘I was about to slap you!’
I feel your hand rest on my hip and it’s like a mini electric shock through my body. I quietly gasp and am annoyed at myself! ‘Get your shit together. FFS. You’re a grown woman.’ We chit chat for a couple of minutes. The music and noise are loud around us so we have to move in closer. I feel your hot breath on my neck and I get goosebumps.
‘Don’t turn around’, you tell me. Ok. Weird but whatever. I look towards the bar. Shit. Still a few people in front of me. Nice of him to come and help me with the drinks, I think.
As we chat, I feel my dress being lifted up. Subtly. You press harder into my back. In the crowd of people, no one would even realise how you’re exposing me. Fuck. This is possibly not the night I should have gone commando. I wanted to tease you though. I wanted to lean over, ‘accidentally’ revealing more cleavage than is entirely appropriate and whisper in your ear that I wasn’t wearing any underwear, watch your eyes widen and see your cock stiffen in your trousers. As per fucking usual though, I’m the one on the back foot.
You put the slightest amount of pressure on my back. I know what you want me to do. I lean forward slightly. So subtly no one else would realise. I lift my right leg up, just a touch. Far enough to give you access to my pussy. No, not pussy. Cunt. That’s what you call it. That’s what you want from me. My tight, wet, hot cunt.
I hear you breathe in sharply. ‘No underwear, Emma? Not being such a good girl tonight, are you?’ I close my eyes as I feel your fingers start to explore me. It’s the first time but it won’t be the last. Or maybe it will. Isn’t that part of the fun of this? Not knowing if this will be our one opportunity to do this?
Your fingers slide gently over my clit, there’s hardly any pressure but there doesn’t need to be. The excitement and anticipation makes my cunt gush. I’ve wanted this for so fucking long. All the weeks and months we’ve been chatting. You know what I want. You know what I like. Now you’re putting it all into practice and, holy shit, you are remembering everything I’ve ever said I wanted and executing it so well.
Your delicate fingers on my clit is possibly the most glorious feeling I’ve ever had. Until you push me forward even further. I feel you dragging your fingers over my labia. Feeling my smooth wetness until they push inside me. Oh my fucking god! I feel stretched and full and they move in me. You know I love this. The simple pleasure of being finger fucked is a total joy and it’s one of my favourites. You start to strike inside me. You absolute shit! You know hitting my g spot drives me crazy.
‘Emma. Calm down. Stop’.
I come back down to Earth. I open my eyes and see that I’m next in line. I move forward and bend over the bar, seemingly innocently. It’s not. Far from it. I want to give you better access to my cunt. I want more. You bend over my body, shielding me from view and whispering in my ear, ‘You are so fucking wet. You fucking love being fingered in public, you dirty whore’.
Shit. You know. You’ve got it all figured it out. You know what makes me cum. You push your fingers inside me, rougher this time. ‘You filthy slut. You are fucking loving this. I can feel your cunt getting tighter. Don’t for a second imagine I’m going to let you cum’.
Fuck. I want to. I can feel the heat building inside me. I didn’t want this. I didn’t want to be edged in public. It’s not my thing, but good God you are making it my thing now. I want more. I grind myself against your fingers. I feel my grool dripping down my leg. I want you. I need you to rub my clit. I’m getting so close. I close my eyes in anticipation of release.
And then you stop. You fingers pull free of my wet cunt with an imperceptible pop as I hear the barman say, ‘What can I get for you?’
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/lm6qx9/a_fleeting_moment_waiting_at_the_bar_mf