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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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It had been a very long week, he couldn’t be bothered to cook and the pub sounded a very appealing option. Even the fact it was freezing out hadn’t put him off and as he sat down to the first sip of his pint the stress of 3 long day shifts suddenly seemed insignificant.
The bar was busier than normal for a Thursday, but it was by no means packed and as he drank he aimlessly people watched the odd mixed crowd only a Wetherspoons could draw together.
The door opened and closed at least 20 times as he got halfway down the glass before the steak arrived. Thankfully the chef today knew what well done meant and he started to eat.
He couldn’t tell you what it was that made him look up as she walked in, her coat pulled firmly round her and a bright mustard scarf round her neck. What he would say is that she was a striking figure in the drab bar. The scarf was matched with tights in precisely the same shade and although he was not a fan of the tights there was something about her that caught his eye.
His interest didn’t have to wait long to be piqued again as she ordered quickly and sat at a table only a few feet away.
The coat was quickly discarded onto a chair, revealing a dress which did nothing to dim his enthusiasm for her. White polka dots on a deep green background hugged her body. A body he could tell even from here was curvy in all the right places. He found himself slowly swallowing a mouthful of beer without taking his eyes off her generous breasts as they slowly rose and fell as she breathed.
She lifted the glass to drink and his eye followed it. Her lips touched it and he felt tingles in his fingertips. He looked away quickly, not wanting to stare, but within seconds his eyes were drawn back to her. And then she turned to face him. And she smiled.
The effects of the smile had gone slightly further than he had anticipated. He could feel his cock getting hard and she hadn’t even spoken to him. He managed a smile, and for the first time noticed a very cheeky glint in her eye.
Picking up his phone he made an effort to distract himself by scrolling through profiles on fab.
It wasn’t working.
She was at the bar he noticed. His eyes drank her in, the dress fabric fell and skimmed her bottom and he found himself wondering how she’d look on her knees, naked on his bed. He’d like to spank that arse he decided.
She walked back from the bar coming straight past his table. To his surprise, She stopped. Wordlessly she grabbed a napkin from the table, wrote something and walked away with a wicked grin.
He read the napkin - and couldn’t get to his phone fast enough. “On Fab - Otter…want some fun?”
He saw she had her phone in her hand, she looked straight at him. Licked her lips and scrolled.
It took him less than a minute to find her profile. The second he’d clicked on it and seen her profile pic of her naked breasts, he could not message her quickly enough.
She turned, smiled salaciously and typed.
“Well hello - enjoying the view from over there?”
“I’d enjoy it more if you were over here.”
She stood up - jeez, she was actually coming over. He shuffled over and gestured for her to sit next to him. She took his cue and slid into the bench seat next to him.
“Hi” she purred.
She was delighted to be getting a closer look at him. He’d caught her eye as soon as she had sat down. He was even better close up she thought. His deep brown eyes had a cheeky glint in them, and the flecks of grey in his dark hair were perfectly framing his face. She mused that his lips looked incredibly soft and immediately thought about where she’d like them to be kissing. Her nipples being top of the list.
They chatted for a while, sipping drinks politely.
He became aware that her hand was resting on his thigh, but her conversation never stopped. It slowly went higher, sliding round to his inner thigh. He found himself instantly hard.
She felt his bulging cock through his jeans, and felt glad their table was in one of the booths that ran along one wall of the pub. She felt her breathing quicken as she deftly unbuttoned him and took him in her hand. He gasped as their skin touched, and she slowly ran her hand down the shaft.
He had no idea how she managed it but she never stopped chatting as she began to slowly and gently slide her hand up and down his shaft, occasionally her thumb brushed the tip, spreading the wet precum and making him even hornier. Much more of this and he’d be gone.
He slid a hand under the hem of her dress, to his surprise the crazy yellow tights were in fact stockings. She tipped her head back for a moment as his hand reached the apex of her thighs and let out the tiniest of moans. He could feel she was already damp.
He can leant across to whisper in her ear “I want to bend you over this table right now and fuck you. Hard”
“Mmm” she murmured back. She took a deep breath then slowly withdrew her hand. “Another time maybe. I’ve got to go”
She rose from the table, her cheeks flushed. Slid on her coat and with a brief goodbye was gone.
The short walk home in the cold night air was exactly what was needed after the encounter with the mysterious Otter. An early night was certainly required - he was still sporting a hard on and was in need of some relief.
Flicking to fab he noticed the unread message. It was her.
It simply said - ‘Round 2 tomorrow?’
His reply was just as simple. ‘Your place or mine?’
An address popped up with a time and a simple instruction. The door will be open - let yourself in. |
