I’m with this guy I barely know at a local dive bar. We have a couple of drinks and are having a good time. He says we should check out the upstairs room, and I say OK.
It’s sparse – a pool table and a couple of oversized armchairs. There aren’t many people around. He leads me over to a chair, sits down, and pulls me into his lap, with my back to him. I laugh and start to say something cheeky. He puts his hand on my face, turns my head toward him, and kisses me long and hard.
As we’re making out, me still mostly facing away from him, he starts rubbing between my legs, over my jeans. The seam of my jeans is in a really good place, putting pressure on my clit every time he runs his hands between my legs. We’re not the only people upstairs, but it’s pretty empty.
I don’t like drawing attention to myself in my everyday life, but there’s something very sexy about the possibility of being seen in the act. I’m the kind of girl who doesn’t like to *get in trouble*, so even though I’m suuuuuper turned on, I’m kind of nervous that someone will notice us. My hips are getting into a rhythm with his hands, and even though it’s dark and fairly empty upstairs, I feel like we could get caught at any moment.
When he starts unbuttoning my jeans, I almost die! But I’m too into it to stop. He unbuttons my jeans just enough to get his hand inside, pulls my little black g-string over to the side with one finger, and starts rubbing my clit with another finger. I’m sooooo wet, his finger sliding over and over my clit, making me squirm. I’m trying to keep my composure, but I’m not doing a great job. He puts his other hand lightly at the base of my throat and kisses me hard. It’s a good thing we’re kissing when I cum because his lips muffle my moan.
He slips his fingers inside of me before taking his hand out of my pants, and I know we’re far from done tonight. I grab his hand and suck myself off of his fingers. I button my pants, straighten my sweater, and excuse myself to the ladies room.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/uzno80/getting_fingered_at_the_bar_mf
Great story! I hope you post about the rest of your evening.
Super hot! When I was in college lots of older guys I dated would do similar things to me under the table at bars. I was always so into it – I knew that if we were caught they’d deal with the repercussions, so I was happy to let them lead me in a good time. It always seemed like a slutty way to signal to a guy that I was a bit submissive but also mischievous. Mm fun stuff!
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