I [F21] got fucked inside a bar

I have always been one of those people who does not do crazy things, who has everything organized and does not go out of their way. I always need to have the situation under control, and since someone tries to take that control away from me, I go crazy. This applied to all areas of my life, until I met him.

It all started in that bar that I had never been to in my life, but that my friends frequented on Friday afternoons. I didn’t understand why they didn’t get tired of being there. It also had nothing special, more than a huge wooden bar, a television to watch games and some chairs scattered around the premises, although not enough for the number of people who went.

I was dressed directly in my work clothes: a white shirt, a black pencil skirt, a cardigan, and heels. When I got to the bar, I realized how out of place it was in that place. Everyone dressed more casually and people seemed a lot more relaxed than me. My friends greeted me from their table and I walked over.

-You arrived, Alba! Exclaimed one of them.

From there, they began to toast that I was finally with them on a Friday and not in the office. The truth is that they were right, I also missed them. They started ordering beers, beers, and more beers! I got a bit carried away, but since I hadn’t had alcohol in quite a while, the 1906s quickly took their toll on me.

By the time I had removed my cardigan and unbuttoned two buttons on my shirt, the bar was packed, and ordering wasn’t that simple. So, already quite happy, I went to the bar to order.

What I didn’t expect was to find a green-eyed, dark-skinned babe walking from one side to the other dressed completely in black. It had been a long time since I had sex and that explains my overreaction: I bite my lower lip and look him up and down. Without realizing it, I had even glued my breasts to the bar. What I expected even less was that he was in front of me to attend to me.

-That I put you?

“You give me,” I thought.

-Five beers and your number.

Gods, I didn’t even believe what I just said! Was she stupid? The beers had affected me a lot, yes, but there was no going back and if I repented it would be worse. His row of teeth let me know that at least he was amused …

-What table are you at?

On top of that he was being crazy! “Alba, you’re pathetic,” I thought to myself.

“Seven o’clock,” I replied, red as a tomato.

She left the bar and brought my beers to the table. When my friends saw me arrive, they were silent: they had never seen me ashamed. The boy put down the beers and, before I sat down, he grabbed me by the elbow and muttered:

-To have my number, you have to know my name first, don’t you think?

The pressure of his fingers on my elbow and his gaze on me made my hair stand on end and my nipples stood up so much they hurt. God, I really wanted to.

-What’s your name then?

-I can’t be talking to clients here. Come with me and I’ll tell you.

I looked at my friends, who urged me to follow him with their mischievous looks and raised thumbs that said: “he’s great, go get him.” So I did. He grabbed my hand and led me past the bar to what I thought was the warehouse. She was very nervous, but at the same time I felt rebellious. I never believed that I could be related to that word, although at that time I did not even recognize myself.

I took advantage of the fact that the boy was in front of me to observe his wide back and his narrow hips with a good ass. Would he play soccer? No idea, but I no longer cared for the answer when we stood in the middle of two shelves full of food and drinks.

-They won’t let you talk to clients?

-Do not. I only work at the bar and my boss won’t let me out of there.

It was then that I noticed his interest in me as he came to my table to bring me the beers. I smiled and unconsciously bit my lip. He also smiled and said:

-Well, my name is …

-Shut up -I put my index finger to his lips and approached him-, you tell me later …

-After what?

-From this.

I jumped to his lips and he was not long in playing along. His tongue and mine intermixed, turning the kiss into something deeper, wilder. He pressed me against him and I felt his erection, just as he felt the heat of my desire: we fit together perfectly. I smiled to myself and started to unbutton his pants, but he stopped me.

He pulled away from me and shook his head. I frowned and, when he was about to ask, he surprised me when he ripped open my shirt, breaking all the buttons as he passed. He massaged my breasts and released them from the bra to start licking them. I gasped delightedly and grabbed his hair.

“Turn around,” he ordered me, “and spread your legs.

I was so horny that after two seconds, I heeded his command and rested my hands on a shelf. He pulled up my skirt and without warning entered me. I let out a groan of joy and the boy covered my mouth with his hand so that no one would hear me, and with the other he grabbed my hip to ram me. He hit me with a whip that echoed all over the place. His thrusts were accurate and they kept increasing until they made my legs shake. I arched to give him more access and he moaned. I took advantage of some moment to grab my long hair and pull it hard, provoking me.

“So …” he murmured with his voice laden with desire.

So I kept increasing the pace until I saw my orgasm coming. It took the boy a few more seconds until I felt the seed of him slide down my inner thighs. We stand there for a few moments; he needed to regain strength and I did not want to part with what my legs were shaking.

-Hugo.

-What?

-My name is Hugo.

We laughed and sat back, putting everything in order.

“I’m Alba,” I introduced myself, resting my head on a box of soda cans.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/lu6bt7/i_f21_got_fucked_inside_a_bar