She said she liked them thick. Brownie points if they were veiny. I told her I liked it au naturelle. The hairier, the better. She thought that was unusual, but said she’d need time to grow her pubes out. I told her it wasnt going to stop me from fucking her if she let me. She said that’s what they all say. I asked her if there’d been many. She said yes. She asked me if that bothered me, I said no. “Cock chaser” I teased her. “Love them so much” she said while she pretended to suck two. I could barely get out “Fucking whore” before I burst out laughing. I was drunk. On her. And the tequila she bought me in return for the whisky I bought her. She said tequila made her horny and fuck better. I asked her to prove it. “Asshole, just looking to get your dick wet”
“Like you arent looking to get wet, cock chaser” she laughed, reaching for erection under the table in the relatively well lit bar. “Yo what the fuck”, I asked her, caught by surprise. She tugged at the crotch of my jeans. “I can barely feel anything, what a cuck” she giggled, before putting a hand on my knees. “What do you want me to do, pull it out here?” I slurred.
“Do it”
“No, are you crazy, there are way too many people here”
“Hide it in my mouth,” as she got up from the booth across, bent towards me to kiss my chin. Then she sat right next to me and poked me in the ribs. Then she surprised me by putting her hand in my pants, reaching for my dick. They felt cold and I was untrimmed.
“Fucking caveman”.
“You do realise people around us got the fuck out cuz of us, right?”
“So?”
“Well either we keep at it like this, or we go to a safer place and embrace our slutty selves”
She unzipped me, and grabbed the elastic of my underwear, pulling it down suddenly.
“Yo, easy!”, I tried to stop her, but I was slow and my dark cock was hanging out from my pants, tense and ramrod straight. She giggled, toying with the tip. Well, might as well, I thought. I sipped my drink and settled for the heady feeling of being stroked under the table. I didn’t feel like holding back eithet and I found my hands going up her thighs underneath her skirt. Her panties felt damp, I thought. I poked and probed her crotch, hoping to get a reaction out of her. She didn’t flinch, and massaged my tip with her thumb, making me tremble and flinch. I could smell the alcohol on her breath, as she whispered “Try me bitch!”, in my ears. I clumsily put my hand into her panties, feeling thr smooth skin with short prickly hair and parted the labia with my index and ring finger. My calloused middle finger attempted to find her clit. Two unsuccessful attempts and a few giggles from her later, I finally found it. I send her body tense up and she shut her eyes for a second as I massaged her clit, slowly feeling the wetness in her cunt. To return the favour she was doing me, I pulled off her panties and stuffed them into my pocket. “Hey, no fair!,” she protested playfully. While she found a rhythm stroking me, I tried to grope her, discretely, hoping to not attract attention. Some of the tables were occupied, but I hope they hadn’t noticed our antics. As I slowly pushed my finger in she tried hard not to moan. A couple of pushes later, she stopped jerking me, and asked me to zip up. “Lets get out of here”, she told me as I called our server for the check. Read more »