Night Out · Part 2 (2/2)
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ent the next ten minutes teasing me there. His fingers were lighter than a butterfly, running all over my nether region, occasionally crossing into my wetness. Every time he did I tried to push his hands further into me. I wanted something in me! I was being willingly driven crazy.
Between the beer and the stimulation I was almost groggy. "Please," I begged Tyler, "Finger-fuck me right here. I'm open. I want to come on your hand. Please!"
But Tyler wouldn't. "Save that for later," he told me. "Right now I just want you to want it."
"Please. Please! Haven't you ever wanted to do a girl out in a bar?"
"Not now." I half-heard as his fingers continued to destroy what little concentration the alcohol had left me. Damn him! But I was loving it and wouldn't dream of asking him to stop. He knew it too.
The band started back up. I started to pull him toward the dance floor. He looked at me and my mostly-unbuttoned skirt. I gave him no chance to complain about my skirt as I was insistent. "I know, now come on!" I knew I would be putting on one hell of a show, and most likely exposing my pussy to the first row of tables but my only alcohol-laden thought was that this would make Tyler hot enough to give me what I wanted when we sat back down.
The dancing was fine but about halfway through the song I could see this was a big mistake. That helped me sober up. Part of the dance had me dancing with my back to Tyler facing the tables and it wasn't a slow song. The four guys at the table from before were watching me and my skirt unashamedly, almost staring (well, no almost) at me. They finally penetrated into my consciousness when one of them knocked a drink over on their table. I looked at them, the ones who weren't panicking over the spilled drink were still staring at my crotch. I looked down, my legs were spread enough that I and they and everyone else in that side of the bar could see my whole triangle clearly.
I got mad at the children at the table but I was determined not to lose Tyler. I wasn't turning back around anymore. I sidled up close to Tyler as we danced facing each other.
"Like what you see?"
"Yes"
"Good." I replied. "I want your hands all over that when we get back to the table."
We sat back down. He would touch me but not bring me off. Security was watching, he apologized. He would now, but they might arrest him for that. Not here. Too risky.
"So where?" I asked him. "I want you to bring me off somewhere in public, at a table, then we can go home and we can bring each other off any way we want."
"So where can we go where they wouldn't care?" he asked. "Maybe an adult bar. I'll take you there and make you come all night under the table." He heard himself and reconsidered. "Well, maybe once or twice."
A destination snapped in my mind. I'd never been there but I'd heard plenty about it. He could hand-fuck me all night there and nobody would care. "I've got it," I answered. "Let me go to the bathroom, then we can go." He nodded his assent. I closed the upper two loose buttons on the skirt then headed for the ladies' room.
I hastily looked for a pen in my purse but couldn't find one. In desperation I used my lipstick to write on a hand towel. "Go to Ahab's and wait like here." I crumpled it up. I would just drop it at Jack's table on the way back.
The time in the bathroom was helping me think clearer. I thought about taking off my hose. Tyler would like that and it would make Jack want to shoot a load. Besides all Tyler wanted to do was to go home and start in with me. Here I was dragging him off somewhere else and making it a later night for him. He deserved some consideration. The boots came off, then the hose and the garter belt came off, then the boots went back on. I pulled off the tube top but after looking at myself in the mirror that was just too far for here so I put it back on.
I walked by Jack and discreetly but deliberately dropped the paper in front of his table. When I sat back down I glanced back long enough to see him bending over to pick it up. "Ready to go?" I asked Tyler, who affirmed he was, and we were gone.
Tyler took me to a big truck. The kind you needed a step-stool to climb up in. And I was in a mini-skirt. I was drunk and hot enough not to care. Tyler helped me into the truck then closed the door. I slid straight down into the passenger floorboard and started working while he walked around to the driver's side and unlocked his door. He climbed in and did a double-take to see me on the floorboard. I wasn't in my seat, but my jacket and tube top were. "Get in! Quick before someone sees me!" I whispered, happily drunk. I hadn't done this in years but it seemed like fun right now. He looked at me wearing only the skirt and boots then climbed the rest of the way and closed the door.
"Second Street and Grand." I informed him then reaching up I unzipped his pants. A large, thick cock popped out as the motor roared up, Oh, yes. The vibrations in the cab felt real good. Once we were safely on the road, I climbed over to him and took that luscious gearshift in my mouth.
He was good, he didn't seem to wobble too much behind the wheel. As he drove he ran his free hand through my hair and rubbed my bare back beside him and said sweet things to me.
We stopped at a stop light. I told him "I've been wanting to do this for about two hours now." I looked up at him and although he was holding it together it looked like a near thing. "Do you want to come now?" I asked.
"Hmmph?" was his only response, so I repeated the question. "Sure, whatever, yes" was his distracted response. I went back to work on him, and then the light changed and he was back to driving. He seemed to be driving slowly.
About halfway there I got him. He gave a half-whispered "Aaahhgh" and then he grabbed my hair with one hand and held it in place while he spurted half a dozen times into my mouth. I swallowed it all then continued sucking (very gently) on his rapidly receding cock until we finally pulled into Ahab's and he shut the engine off.
I sat up, licking my lips. "My turn now?" I asked. All he could do was nod.
With a place like Ahab's, it didn't matter how slutty I looked. Just the tube top or just the jacket I wondered. Tyler pushed me back onto my back. I felt him bending down to return my favor but I backed him off. "Inside, please. Do me inside." He stopped.
I decided on the jacket. Putting it back on and buttoning it to where it was before. I made quite a sight in a hardly-there jacket, mini-skirt, white ankle boots, and nothing else. Tyler had exited the truck and opened my door for me and helped me down, his eyes enjoying the view in the process. The smell of hot woman's pussy must have rolled out the door like a fog. Rock drifted semi-loudly from the door and I hastily brushed my hair as we headed for the entrance. In this get-up I'd fit right in. Nobody would give me, us a second glance.
One song was just ending as we walked in. A momentary silence came over the bar as we stopped to look for a place to sit. There were semi-private booths along the far wall and back wall, and tables in this half of the room. An elevated stage for the girls to dance (well, strip) on was along the front wall. I spotted Jack at one of the tables in the middle of the floor. I looked for a spot that would give him a good view; one of the booths on the side wall would be just perfect. I grabbed Tyler's hand and tugged him toward it. Jack's face looked like he was taking this a little hard but OK. He got a priceless look come over his face as we passed and he didn't see the tube top on me. I smiled. Yep, I've been topless since the Arrow Head. Worse than that, if you only knew the truth. Burn your balls out, love, until tomorrow morning.
The booth was dimly lit and about as private as we were going to get. It was only a little but not a whole lot but that was what I wanted. I wanted a public orgasm, right here in the bar where Jack could see and have no doubts what was going on. The booths were on a platform about two feet high, and there were no covers on the table. Anyone looking underneath our table could see everything going on underneath there as long as they could make it out in the light. I hoped Jack could. It'd be a pity to put on the show I was planning and he couldn't see it.
We sat down and a ‘might as well have been naked’ brunette came by and asked us if we wanted drinks. Tyler ordered two Mickey Lights and the hostess left to fill our order. I looked up to notice that Jack had moved so he could see underneath the table and was sitting in such a position that he could do so without being too obvious. Good boy, I thought. Get ready for the show.
I slid right next to Tyler and he draped an arm over my shoulder. I responded by holding his other hand. Our drinks came and we started in on them. He didn't do much for the first few minutes so I spread my legs and grabbed his free hand and placed it on the remaining buttons on my skirt. "Ready when you are" I whispered.
He didn't need a second invitation. He started back up with the magic fingers and I felt myself slowly become soft and gooey. Damn, this was good. I was barely conscious of Tyler ordering a second round. I wondered what the server thought of what she saw.
My second beer when it arrived went down almost all in one gulp. I was way too busy with more important things to drink it slowly. Tyler's motivation seemed to be flagging so I reached for the jacket and unbuttoned it all the way. "If you want it off me, too" I offered Tyler, "just slide it off me." I wouldn't be by any stretch the only topless woman in the room.
He didn't take me up on my offer but he did slip a hand inside my jacket and play with my willing, aching breast for a little while as he continued with his other hand to sap away my self-will below waist level. Oh, it was so good to be just putty in his hands. I reached over and kissed him deeply to signal my acceptance. Oh, yes, he could do whatever he wanted as long as his left hand didn't stop. Anything at all, I'd be happy to oblige.
"Your skirt is starting to get in the way," he whispered to me, "mind if I fix that?" I just moaned an encouragement. The remaining buttons deftly flew open, and he rolled the skirt on either side of me. I was naked from the waist down, practically so from the waist up, and I hoped Jack was getting a good eye full. I placed one leg up on the seat on the far side of the booth; the other went over his nearer leg. His hands moved back to the spot of my least resistance and I reached over and began returning his favor.
I was lost in a haze. I leaned back with my eyes closed in a dream state. Too much alcohol or too much sexual exposure. Or both, I wondered. I wanted to come so bad and Tyler was sending me well on my way. I wanted to come with Tyler inside of me but that would have to wait. I thought about Jack watching from the main floor, I wondered if anyone else was watching and decided I didn't care anymore. I wanted Tyler inside of me, long, hard strokes until I came and I could feel his come surging inside me. I couldn't remember wanting anything that bad.
And then he pushed me over the edge and it was heavenly. It was everything I could manage and a little extra to not scream or moan loud enough for others to hear over the music. Tyler just rested his hand on my leg while the waves broke over me and I convulsed in beautiful agony.
I slowly opened my eyes. Tyler was right there, staring at me, waiting patiently. "Was it good for you, too?" he asked with a twinkle. I considered swatting him but discovered I still didn't have quite that much muscular control back yet.
“Oh, yes." After a minute, I was reaching for him. He tensed a bit but thought about it and then relaxed. The bar was dark and if nobody objected to what I had just been through it was doubtful they'd object to what I was planning to do to him.
I pulled that really long member back out of his pants and started working my hand up and down with it. We went on like that for about five minutes until he reached down and stopped me.
"JulieAnn?" he asked. "I love what you're doing but I can think of better things for us to do with that. You ready to go home?"
I sighed and pulled my hand back. "You'll get yours. Just you wait, mister."
"I sure hope so."
I buttoned my top and pulled my skirt back on then we were on our way. I gave Jack the nod as we walked out. You'd better be quick getting home, Bud, I thought, because mama is real hungry and you're on the list but not the one on the menu. Tonight you’re just in the way.
We stopped for a soda on the way home to give Jack the time he needed to get in position. I unbuttoned the jacket again once we were safely in his truck from Ahab's and it didn't get buttoned back up again the rest of the night, even in the mini-mart. When we got home I asked Tyler for a moment to check the house in case "my someone" had come back early. I rushed in, checked Jack in the basement. He was being a good boy and was already firmly in position where he couldn't interfere while I got what I had coming to me. I thanked him for the opportunity, promised him I'd make it up to him even though (by the rock-hard but still smaller and shorter than Tyler's erection (I'd never tell him that, though!) he didn't look like he was going to need much making up to. Maybe he might want to try this again, maybe I'd object less after tonight.
With Jack secure and six hours to kill I hurried upstairs. If Tyler had thought I was just abandoning him and had driven away I'd scream until daylight. I was such a mess with wanting and the booze and I was right on the edge of getting what I wanted all evening long.
He was still there. I considered getting him to the front door, which was not really visible from the street then there taking off everything I was wearing. I’d drop them there on the porch then kiss him with my back to the door and hopefully he’d be shielding my nakedness from the street until he took me inside. It didn't work out that way. He was more interested in going inside; he was wanting me real bad and I wasn't stupid enough to fight him on it.
We both headed for the kitchen for a drink of water and he wound up picking me up rather easily and seating me on the counter. Off at his touch slipped my jacket and he began nuzzling and licking and gently biting me around the ears and neck, every once in a while slipping down to my breasts. He didn't know this, or maybe he had figured it out, but nibbling on my neck and shoulders, that's my absolute victim spot. Do that to me a little and I'm putty in your hands for about the next two hours.
I grabbed at his shirt, and he did what he could to assist me while still keeping up on my front. I kept trying to grab below his waist, then I succeeded. He was rock hard. That was too much; I HAD to have him now.
It took a bit of doing, but I maneuvered him to the living room floor. We were smack in the center of where the camera was covering, sideways to the camera. Eat your heart out Jack. I'm going to get screwed royally here and love every second of it and all you can do is watch.
He lay on top of me, pinning my wrists by my side as he continued what was working so well. I was a little put out that I couldn't get his pants off but what he was doing was plenty by way of compensation. He nibbled all over my shoulders, ears, cheeks, breasts, then headed downward, still holding my hands.
Down my legs near my knees he went, then slowly, forcing my legs apart with his head, licked his way up my inner thighs. I wanted to buck my pussy into his mouth, to tear off the skirt, to tear off his remaining clothes. He was having none of that and permitting me none of it either. As he got higher and started to part the skirt away I finally managed to get my hands loose (he stopped holding me, in truthfulness). In a second my skirt was open and thrown aside and he was finishing his approach to my clit.
I honestly lost track of time at that point. All I remember is floating away on the feelings that felt far too good. Driving up to an orgasm then him easing off on me until I recovered then he drove me with that talented tongue over the line again.
When I recovered from the second orgasm his pants were no longer an option. I rolled him over and off came his clothes then into a sitting position on the couch he went. I leaned hungrily into the best part of a man, smiling as I did.
It took about five minutes and then he'd had enough. Down onto the plush carpet on my back I went. Down he went on top of me, his naked body pinning mine. Actually everything but the boots which for some strange reason I was still wearing. I was way too interested in what was happening here to worry about it. Then he pinned me in the way I most wanted him to and I was reduced to rubbing whatever of him I could concentrate enough to touch, murmuring my pleasure, and just enjoying the snot out of the feeling of that huge cock riding in and out of me. It felt so good! I just wanted to feel that feeling forever.
I came with a cry and a moan, then a few minutes later Tyler did. We just pulled the pillows and blankets off the bed and snuggled up tightly together underneath them, the carpet was plenty soft. His naked body felt so, so good to me as we drifted away together.
I snapped back to when I felt him gently grasp my shoulder. My head hurt from all the booze and the clock over the bar said three-fifteen. Then his hand dropped down to my breast which he began caressing. It felt wonderful.
"Roll onto your back; I want you again," he whispered. I was still kinda fuzzy but had the recollection that this guy knew how to make a woman feel *real* good. I thought that it would be nice to feel a cock inside of me (where was Jack, anyway?) so I did as he wanted. Without even getting out from under the blanket he was on top of me and took me again. He was hard and urgent and felt so very good. I was just starting to get past midline when I felt him tense up and freeze, flexing only a few select muscles. When he calmed down he looked over at me but I had already gone back to sleep.
His watch went off at 6:00 AM. He tried to slip away, but that wasn't going to happen. I held him in place and spent a few moments rubbing my naked body against his which he didn't fight that hard against. I asked him if he was willing for one more and he was. I sucked on his wonderful ‘nicely rising to the challenge’ member a bit to make sure he was hard and a little wet because I was afraid I might be running out. He fit that bill quite fine. Then he fit somewhere else one more time, also quite fine. We both came again. It was wonderful but bittersweet because I’d be losing him in a few minutes.
He started to get dressed. I offered him coffee which he accepted. I offered to cook a quick breakfast which he refused. It was probably good anyway, I wasn't about to put clothes on in his presence in the house and I'd have gotten splattered. He offered to take me back to the bar to get my car to which I lied and said I already had transportation out there arranged via an understanding girlfriend. While I was making the coffee, and in the kitchen out of sight of the camera I wrote him a quick note:
Tyler:
For me our adventure last night and this morning is what dreams are made of and I will remember this dream forever. I would love to spend more time with you. If you come back call me at (and I wrote my work phone number) and I will find a way to be with you. Give me a safe number for you. If I can find a way to your neck of the woods would you want to spend more time with me?
As he was headed for the door he asked me if he could call me the next time he was in town. Still naked in front of him I put my fingers over his lips and pointed to the note in my hand that I hadn’t given him yet. It was hidden from the camera by my naked body. We headed for the door and once we were out of sight of the camera I handed him my note. He read it. He gathered me up for a deep, satisfying goodbye kiss as he said "You'd have to kill me to keep me away. Come out soon!" He gave me his number and then we had another long and satisfying soul kiss. I felt him break away and leave quietly. My eyes hadn't quite opened after that kiss, I just sagged against the wall. I heard his truck roar to life outside then drop into gear and the purr of the engine fade away.
Once I came back to reality, the hard, cold reality, I wondered what in the world I was thinking inviting Tyler to continue in my life. I had Jack and a good situation, too good to throw away.
Yes, Jack, down in the dungeon, tied hand and foot, and probably needing surgical help to relieve his blue balls.
As I rushed down the stairs I felt blown away with love for Jack. This was very, very, very nice and even though I didn't know it in advance it was a heck of a lot of fun and a nice change and just what I needed. But it was just a one-night thing. I came back to what I really needed and that was a warm and understanding man who loves me and who I can spend the rest of my days with and Jack was that man. I wondered how he'd be. Asleep? Angry? Apathetic? Well, he wanted this and I won't lie and say I didn't enjoy it but now it was time to "make it up to him."
I breezed naked into the dungeon. He was awake, still tied just as I left him but with a prick that was so hard it could cut concrete. I sat down beside him. "Was it good for you?" I asked.
"Let me go now, please!" he demanded. "I need one thing, and it's not a bathroom."
I smiled at him. Not yet bucko but the end is in sight. I ran a fingernail up and down that tent stake which got him groaning and squirming. Then I went down and wrapped my lips around it, enjoyed the hardness as I licked it delicately which I knew would drive him wild. The complaining was getting worse and he really had waited long enough. I climbed on top of him without letting him go and slid onto him. He groaned and began thrusting up into me with furious intensity, making a lot of noise. I rode him with my wet moist pussy running tightly up and down his shaft until it seemed like he was getting near to coming, then when I felt him tensing up, slammed down on him and clamped down tight just to see if I could make him blow me off of him.
Once he was over I laid beside him. I played with his chest a little then undid his straps. "Would you ever want to do this again?" I wondered if this was the only time for him. Or for me?
Night Out · Part 2 (2/2)
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