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By: cptn_averageI have never been one to go out to the popular bars and clubs in town. Everyone else seemed to go there, which was part of the problem, so it would rarely turn out to be a fun time. Instead myself and the people I tended to hang out with preferred more of the corner bar establishment. They had just as good of a selection for the most part, good service, not as crowded for the most part, and best of all they charged less per beer and depending on the bartender ou got some free beers as well. You just had to make sure you tipped pretty good.
There was one bar in particular that I would frequent, sometimes with a group of friends and other times just to stop in for a few by myself.
Sometimes you see the same faces that become drinking buddies, and other times there is a new crowd each time you go. Well, I had been going pretty regularly about twice a week. Once with my friends and the other by myself, especially if it was a particularly bad day at work.
It was during this stretch when everything happened. There was a modest looking middle-aged woman that I would see quite often. Sometimes she was with friends and others, like myself, she was alone. After seeing her several times, we started to talk about work, families, and other general life stuff. Nothing too deep and personal, just good conversation.
One particular Friday I had an usually rough day at work, and couldn’t track down any buddies so I decided to head to the bar for a few by myself. By the time I got there, the place was pretty packed but I was able to find a stool in a back corner of the bar.
I settled in with my beer and watched whatever game was on the tv nearest to me. After my second beer, the lady friend spotted me and eventually made her way to my corner of the bar.
Hey, Jen. How’s it going? I said cheerfully.
It’s going okay. How’re you doing, Ed? She replied.
Could be better, rough day at work, but should be the end of it and next should start to get better.
That sucks, sorry to hear that. At least things are looking up. Let me get you another beer.
Sure, thanks Jen.
She left and brought back a pitcher of beer for us to drink.
You here by yourself? Jen asks as she tops off my glass.
Yep. Everyone else was busy. How about you?
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Same thing. Seems like some nights everyone has something important to do except me.With that we settled in to more small talk and quite a bit more drinking. And then the beer started taking efect and Jen started to move closer to me and I started to put my arm around her. It helped that people seemed to keep coming in as people got pushed closer together. Not that I minded.
Jen is an attractive lady who can hold a good conversation. Even though she had a longer skirt and loose blouse on, she looked better than most days.
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Things were going well, when Jen excused herself to go to the bathroom. While she was away, my cock stirred a little as my thoughts turned to sex. I shook my head in an attempt to clear those thoughts from my head. I was almost convinced they were gone until she came back. I couldn’t tell that anything was different except that Jen seemed friendlier and her flirting got a little more straightforward. Not that I was minding in the least.At one point Jen reached back toward me and innocently ran her fingers across the growing bulge in my pants. I must say there was quite a bulge between the alcohol and sexy lady standing in front of me. All she did was glance back and shrug her shoulders as if to say sorry. Not wanting to seem in over my head, I go on and pretend like nothing happened.
A few minutes of conversation passes and I settle both hands on her hips, trying to gauge the reaction I receive. It was an easy one to read as Jen leans back into me even more than she was earlier in the night. Not wanting to do something too rash and ruin what might happen later, I took it slow and kept up my end of the conversation. Soon, however, that was hard to do as she turns around and gives me a wink and a knowing smile before leaning in for a kiss.
I leaned into her and everyone in the bar faded away to nothingness. All that mattered now was her soft lips and gentle kiss.
I’m sure that it only lasted a few minutes even though it felt a lot longer than that. Now Jen began to take more control and I gladly let her.
First she adjusted my body so I was leaning back against the wall and resting on the stool. Then Jen slid over so her ass was pressed in to me, like she was sitting in my lap but at an odd angle. Without missing a beat I felt her hand reach under her unzipping my pants and exposing my rock had cock. That same hand then lifted the skirt up in back and moved her panties to the side so my dick could slide right in to her wet pussy.
The feeling of fucking a woman right out in public with people standing all around us was simply amazing. We both let out a sigh as Jen and I found a comfortable position to rest in. Ever so slightly she started to rock her hips back and forth moving my dick across her clit.
Soon I could feel her PC muscles contracting around my cock, trying to squeeze all the cum out. While all of that was going on under her skirt, we kept on talking and laughing trying to keep up the appearance nothing was going on.
After several minutes of her loving attention my balls tightened and I came inside her right then and there. Jen must not have been expecting it because she jumped ever so slightly, but quickly settled down to finish milking my cock. Once it stopped squirting and became flacid agan, I discreetly reached down to put my pecker away and zip up my fly. She had to readjust herself, then afer waiting a few minutes got up and headed to the bathroom again.
Glancing down to my crotch I was happy to see that there was almost no evidence on me to suggest what happened. While she was gone I was able to come down from that high easier. I can’t believe what just happened. The best part is that as I glance around, nobody is giving me any looks of disgust or telling me to leave. It’s like they never knew what happened.
Jenn soon returned from the bathroom, bouncing along the way. Instead of retaking her place in front of me, she stands next me and leans in to me. I feel her hand putting something in the inside pocket of my coat and then zipping it shut.
I try to open it up and see the contents but she takes hold of my hands and puts them back on her waist.
After another beer, Jen and I both decide its time to call it a night and head for home. As we step ouside the bar and away from the door, she leans in for one last kiss and whispers, Thank you. That was incredible. Maybe next time we could do something else for fun.
Your welcome, and thank you. It’s our little secret. Bye, Jen.
Good-bye, Ed.
And just like that our tryst was over with. Sure, we ran into each other numerous times at the bar after that.
Each time was different, it ranged from another hook-up, and those were always fun and entertaining, to long conversations and nothing else, to the simple knowing smile and wink from across the bar about what we shared one night. It was not until I got home an took off the jacket that I remembered Jen putting something in there. As I took it out, my smile got big and my eyes got bigger as I held a pair of panties that smelled of sex. I’ve always heard of women leaving their panties behind like that, but that is the only pair I ever received.
