I’ll be honest, when I suggested that we go back to my place from the bar, I meant it as much as a joke as anything. Then you said yes. Then things changed. I felt my cock jerk and grow in my jeans, making them pull tight. Under the bar counter you grab it and wink at me. I follow you as you get up and we make our way to the door.
The short car ride back is filled with your hands stroking my dick and road head, keeping me on edge the whole time. It’s all I can do to focus on the drive a few miles home. After parking I tuck my shaft in my pants enough to make it inside the door.
It slams shut the time I slam you against the wall, my mouth sucking and kissing at yours. You moan like a slut when my hand reaches under your skirt and I find out you’re not wearing panties. Your wet, fleshy lips drag between my fingers as I finger fuck your snatch. You drop my pants for me to step out of and start stroking my cock, using your thumb to swirl on the tip of it and play in my precum.