This is a repost from years back, but I have changed the end a little, and tidied up the grammar.
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I had been worried that my new dress was too short. It was a gift from my boyfriend Sam, who I had been seeing for about 4 weeks. It was a typical little black dress, very short, and split to show off cleavage. But it was a size to small, and showed too much of my 36d tits, and barely covered my ass.
I had decided I wouldn't be wearing it again after a few catty comments from my friends, but after a few cocktails, a few beers, and every man in the pub devouring me with their eyes, I decided I would keep it for nights out on the pull. Well, Sam was unlikely to stay around too long. None of my last few boyfriends did. I wouldn't mind I tried really really hard.
I always gave at least a bj on the first date, sometimes a shag. One guy who I really liked, mainly because of his huge cock, I let his his mate join in. But I still got dumped. Lucky he swore he wouldn't show anybody the many nude pics I let him take.
So there I was in the bar with Shar and Lucy.
Sam had dropped in with a few of his mates but I knew he was going off to a club after a few pints. I saw him and the lads look over a few times and laughing. I was glad they were having fun. And I would let Sam have a fun time later.
He had asked me for anal last week and I said no. I would let him later. Making wait a full week was cruel. Maybe he would like me more if I let him. I actually only said no last week because I was very sore anyway after some rough solo play with my rabbit.
Every time I went to the bar Sam would slip his hand up my skirt and play with my ass. I knew people could see but I didn't care. I was loving it. And I knew all the guys there wanted me. I had slept with 4 or 5 of the guys in the bar already. Definitely 4, but I was so d*unk with Mike I couldn't remember if we done the deed. I think his name was Mike anyway. Whatever. He was cute so I would probably shag him sometime anyway.
I hadn't seen Sam in a while. I didn't know if he was in the loo, or had gone without saying goodbye. If he had gone, he wasn't getting anal later. No way. Well, maybe.
Then I was at the far side of the bar, which was a bit quieter, waiting on a cocktail, when I felt his hand go under my skirt and up my ass.
I relaxed and leaned back slightly without turning around. He pushed my almost non existent g-string aside and found my wet pussy. I moaned my approval and reached behind and rubbed his cock over his trousers. He was rock hard.
He pushed his finger inside me as I rubbed his cock as much as I could. He had put a second, and then a third finger inside me. I was loving it. God I wanted him in my mouth. Later on he would be for sure. There was nothing I liked more in bed than swallowing a big load. It was like a reward, a thank you. Evidence that I had turned him on. His wet finger found my bum. It went in easily. I was in heaven as he slid it in and out ,hard and fast. I was afraid I would gush.
Then he moved to my clit, and just as the bar man gave me my drink, I came, with a loud OH.
I knew the barman could see but I just smiled. Another to add to my to do list.
I felt Sam withdraw his finger, his job done. He gave me a little slap on my ass which made me giggle.
I looked up to the mirror to scan the crowd to see if anyone else saw us play. I saw the door to the pub open and Sam walked in, only arriving.
Oops. Oh well, Hehe.
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