Bar Night Surprise
Introduction:
“Fuck.. You know how much I like when you wear that.”, he whispered into her ear, using their close embrace to be heard over the music. She did know how much he liked it. She had bought the skirt just for him after all.
He wasn’t waiting long before she found him. He couldn’t help but smile wide as she approached. He always loved seeing her after a long day. Just as importantly, he now knew what his surprise was. He couldn’t help but let his eyes drink her in. She had a mischievous grin across her face, and the eyes Alex loved to get lost in had a twinkle like she was up to something. Her black hair fell messy around her nearly bare shoulders, framing her soft face well in the darkness of the bar. Those shoulders held up the straps of the tight black tank top that hugged her body, showing off her feminine curves so well that under normal circumstances Alex would be hard pressed to keep his hands off her waist. Where her top ended, however, had Alex fixated. Rose knew too; showing off with a little wiggle of her hips how the short little skirt twirled. The movement gave Alex tantalizing glimpses of her bare thighs underneath, hinting at more. Alex pulled her in for a hug.
“Fuck.. You know how much I like when you wear that.”, he whispered into her ear, using their close embrace to be heard over the music. She did know how much he liked it. She had bought the skirt just for him after all. She felt her panties start to soak through as she remembered just how much he loved it. What it always made him do to her.
“Dance with me.”, she told him, downing her drink quickly and giving him a knowing smile. She didn’t have to repeat herself. His drink was finished just as fast, and he took her outstretched hand and let her lead him to the dance floor. He couldn’t avoid looking down as she led him, watching the intoxicating way her stride kicked the skirt back ever so slightly. He could feel his pants growing tighter already, and he was just thankful it was so dark.
Finding an open spot on the dance floor, Rose turned back to him, putting her hands on his shoulders. He let his fall to her waist, loving how she gave his hands free reign over her body. He didn’t hesitate. He ran his hands up and down her sides as the two moved in unison with the music. He tried to hold off on the skirt, to focus elsewhere at least for a while. He didn’t last long. He let his fingertips play along the top of the skirt, gently tickling Rose’s stomach as she danced. She pulled him tight, taking a few steps back into a darker spot, already knowing what was next.
He felt her shiver against him as he let a hand drop lower, now playing along the hem. He brushed her thigh, gently pulling the light fabric up. He dragged it higher and higher with his fingers, almost threatening to expose her to anyone who happened to look. Not that the skirt was particularly long in the first place. He revelled in the fact that her almost-certainly soaked panties were the only thing blocking his access to her. Finally he let go, letting the skirt fall again, covering her thigh from view but leaving his hand underneath. From there he crept even further up. His suspicions were confirmed as his fingertips grazed the soft cotton of her panties. She was soaked. They locked intense, desperate eyes as he slowly rubbed his fingers against her over her panties, both giving a poor attempt to still look like they were just dancing.
He kissed her deeply, loving the taste of her aroused breath. He hooked a finger under the cotton as he pressed his lips hard against hers, moving the offending garment aside easily. He felt more than heard the moan as he let two fingers slide between her lips, entering her right there on the dance floor. Her legs shivered against his hands as his fingers found their place inside her, and he gently pressed against the spots he knew drove her crazy. She held on to him tight as he fingered her, trying her best not to look like… she was being fingered. He felt her pussy clench around him, and expertly placed his thumb against her clit. He knew her body even if he couldn’t see it, and it wasn’t long before he had her on the edge of orgasm. Feeling her about to cum, he pulled back, letting his fingers slide out. She panted, glared at him with frustration and need. Just the face he loved.
He let her skirt fall back in place, with hardly a ruffle to indicate their actions. Alex’s fingers were soaked though, and he discretely brought them to Rose’s face. She knew what to do instinctively, opening her mouth to let him make her taste herself. She ran her tongue over his drenched fingers, loving the sweetness she found. Pulling on her hips, Alex pressed his crotch against her leg. She sighed deeply as she felt his cock straining against his pants. As much as he was teasing her, she knew he was still probably more turned on than she was. The skirt tended to do that to him. She needed to let him have her. To let him lift her little skirt up and slide something else underneath. It would be so easy, right here, right now…
“Meet me in the bathroom.”, he growled into her ear, his voice straining with need. Rose felt a gushing between her legs at the words, and quickly nodded. Alex went off to the bathroom, and Rose took a shot at the bar. She waited long enough to avoid arousing suspicion, and made her way to the same bathroom. Luckily the bar wasn’t too big, so there wasn’t going to be a line, especially when there were other bathrooms.
She opened the door a crack and slipped in, closing it quickly behind her. Immediately she felt the weight of Alex’s body press her back into the door. His lips pressed tightly against hers; any attempt at hiding his need for her long given up. Finally he let her go, taking a deep breath and looking at her with the hungry eyes she loved. She pushed past him, smiling cheekily as she swished her hips, knowing that she was driving him completely crazy. He reached back and pretended to lock the door before he followed her.
He didn’t let her get far before he grabbed her hips, pulling her back forcefully into him. She let out a little yelp, which only made his cock throb harder in his pants against her. He pushed her, placing her hips against the counter, and a quick press of his hand against her back forced her into the position he needed. She instinctively took a step to each side, spreading her legs for what she knew was coming. She shivered as she heard the distinctive noise of his zipper, knowing he had just freed his hard cock. Reaching up under her skirt, he once again slid his fingers under the edge of her soaked panties, pulling them roughly to the side. He wasn’t going to be gentle. She loved it.
Rose couldn’t hold back the light moan as she felt him against her. Alex rubbed the head of his cock against her lips under her skirt, coating himself in her juices. Then he placed himself at her entrance and pushed. Her pussy opened easily for him, letting the entire length of his shaft bury inside her. Another moan was forced from her lips as he completely filled her. She felt his hipbones press against her ass as he gave her every inch. They both waited a moment, enjoying the complete bliss of their connection. Then Alex fucked her. He pulled his cock out far, leaving her momentarily, disappointingly, empty. Then he pushed back in, hard. Her hips pushed into the counter, nearly pulling her feet off the ground as he fucked her mercilessly. Reaching up, he grabbed a handful of her hair; both a useful handhold and a good way to force Rose to watch herself in the mirror.
“You sure are a little slut, getting fucked in the bathroom of a bar.”, Alex growled, “Just listen: you’re absolutely soaked”. He was right. Every time he pushed his cock home inside her there was a distinctive wet slap. Yet visually it was all hidden; all Rose could see in the mirror was a fully clothed Alex ramming his hips into her ass. That, and her own face on the brink of orgasm.
Suddenly, the door to the bathroom wiggled. Rose’s eyes shot wide, looking to Alex in the mirror. He was smiling mischievously, just like she had been teasing him. He forced her to look away from the door by her hair, making it so the intruder wouldn’t see her face. He didn’t stop his hips though.
“Woooooah…”, trailed off what Rose could only tell was a female voice. The girl was stopped dead still, watching as Alex’s hips pushed into Rose’s ass. There was nothing actually on display, but the girl would have to be stupid not to know exactly what was going on. Even if she somehow did have no idea, Rose quickly confirmed the obvious as she came hard, letting out a deep moan as her pussy quivered around Alex. Alex just smiled at the girl and shrugged.
“I’ll… uh… find another bathroom..”, the girl stammered as she backed out of the bathroom. Rose’s orgasm only continued; her pussy desperately clamping down on Alex’s cock, hungry for him.
“See? Getting off on someone watching you? Dirty little slut.”, Alex chided. “She couldn’t even see anything”. That didn’t matter to Rose, who was too busy cumming to respond. Alex decided she had had enough, and pushed her harder into the counter. He fucked her rougher now, less for her than for himself; using her to get himself off. He felt her body tense as his did, reacting to the heavy breathing she knew was a sign. He growled a deep satisfied moan into her ear as his cock pulsed and he started to fill her. It set her off again, her pussy milking his cock as she came with him. He pushed deep, making sure to completely fill her.
Finally his orgasm subsided, and he slowly pulled out of her. He smiled as he felt the familiar dripping against his cock that always happened when he filled her like this. She was overflowing. He knew she loved that. He reached under the skirt one final time as Rose watched him in the mirror. She felt him place her panties back over her used pussy, his cum already starting to leak into them. They wouldn’t do much to keep it from leaking down her thighs, and they both knew it.
“Let’s go dance some more”.
