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Back when pubs were busy.....

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By (user no longer on site) OP   
14 weeks ago

Loosely based on true events but massive exaggerated for story purposes..... got to set the scene first....

Back in the early 2000s, during the 6 nations, Wales were in Edinburgh for the rugby. I had agreed to meet my mates in the Grassmarket. Given it was a rugby weekend the streets were packed, the bars even more so. Literally people pressing up against each other with little room to hold a drink never mind drink it. The pub, Biddy Mulligans, was rammed, exactly as described. My mates had found an area near the bar to settle into. Thankfully a pint just handed to me on arrival. It was about 20 minutes before kick off and everyone just having a laugh from group to group, Scots to Welsh, Welsh to Scots, and both to any other nationality which may be in the vicinity. A couple stood in front of us, both from Wales. You could tell she, turned out to be Tracy, was loving it. He, Mark, less so. A sway of people go by, bumping me into Tracy. We both laughed. I shrugged my shoulders as I mouthed sorry to both of them. The bump however spun Tracy round a little. My eyes widened and she noticed, politely smiling. Her low cut tight

red top showed a cleavage which 'ample' doesn't quite cover. Her straight blonde hair and beaming smile. I speak into her ear, 'Sorry, it's so busy I can't help where I get bumped around - I'll try my best not to bump into you'. I introduce myself as Ben as Tracy introduces both of them in her lovely accent. 'He's more football but this place was recommended to me for the game'. 'Good choice I reply - I'll try and keep my distance' I laugh.

I turn back to my mates as you could tell Tracy was telling her man what our conversation was about. I just watched as he shrugged. Miserable prick I thought. Still, not my issue, back to my mates for a laugh and a chat. Beers flowed, the anthems starting and more people packed into the pub. As more crammed in I knew I was going to get pushed towards them again so I steered towards Tracy as I knew at least I'd get a laugh with her. First impressions an all that.

The anthems ended, regardless of your opinion on the two, in a small area with Scots and Welsh singing the atmosphere was very charged. Only Mark seemed to be the one not enjoying himself. He was to the side next to the bar, close enough to his girlfriend but I was closer in proximity behind her. At this stage I had no other thought process other than a bit of a laugh with a Welsh girl. They are naturally flirty in my experience. This was to turn out no different.

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By *arried-bi-guyMan
14 weeks ago

Lanarkshire

Good start

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By *ustgenuineadultfunMan
14 weeks ago

West Bromwich

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By *andyandmickCouple
14 weeks ago

chilwell

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By (user no longer on site) OP   
14 weeks ago

The game was a slow starter. We'll win by 15 i say openly but loud enough to spark a response from Tracy. Want a bet she says. I just laugh as I was passed another pint over my shoulder, one in each hand in a very confined space. Both hands full she laughs. I'll be finished this one in a minute I say, standing awkwardly looking like I'm trying to balance my pints on my shoulders as not to spill them. A minute passes, everyone watching the big screens. Then it happens....

A hand reaches out to my bulge in my jeans. I can do nothing without spilling or dropping my drinks. I look at Tracy's face and she is smiling watching the TV. She knows I am stuck, she knows I won't down my pint or drop it. My cock starts to grow under her grip. Bodies sway around us, pushing our bodies closer as well as apart. I always made my way back to her side though. Marks view blocked by our bodies and those of others. I take a big drink, then another, to get rid of one of my glasses. I pass it to Mark beside the bar to put it next to the rest of the empties. Little does he know his girlfriend is milking my cock through my jeans. With my now free hand I reach down to check out what she is wearing. I quickly learn it's a short skirt, all too common at that time of year but usually paired with thick black tights. My hand brushes against her leg which confirms it. A loud roar goes up as Scotland are on the attack. Drinks toppling as people jump around in excitement. Ultimately resulting in our group bustling around, I take the opportunity to push my hand under her skirt to assess her underwear choice for the day. Instantly feeling her thong. I sway towards her again. Hand still up her skirt I get a great view down her top. I see her white lace bra down her top. Matching I ask cheekily..... always she replies. Our chat masked by the noise of the pub. You are bad I say. She just smiles. I press my way back behind her to face the TVs again. Mark looking bored at the bar. Each bump or sway my hand pulled slightly down on her tights up her skirt. Everyone, especially my friends and Mark, oblivious to what was happening other than the game. My cock now rock solid and swelling. Tracy knowing that I am building up to ripping holes in her tights, she starts to unbutton my jeans. Her hand now pressed deep inside. Mark now separated from us by a couple of people, he doesn't care. His missus is having a laugh and enjoying the rugby. To what extent he appears to have no idea. My hand back under her skirt. We both hear it, meaning others may have too..... ripppp. She laughs, I laugh. I am now in. She knows it. Her hand repositions down into my boxers to hold my cock. At that exact moment she looks over at Mark and asks for a refill. He smiles and turns to the bar to wait for service. As I watch him I pull her thong out her ass cheeks to the side. All very minimal movements covered by now deliberate swaying. The events on the pitch helping as cheers continually sound. Everyone transfixed on up, not down. I tease her tight hole to test the waters. No reaction. I had heard that about the Welsh. Two fingers then push down then up. Gliding in with ease. Her panties soaking, her pussy more so. I am not daft enough to think this would ever become a fuck but this was definitely not expected. My pint almost finished, again a pint appears at my shoulder. I have to take my fingers from her pussy to grab my pint. The two fingers in question noticeably glistening but only I would know why. She knows she can't make me cum in here. This was just about teasing. The cheers in the pub go up as Scotland again drive forward. 'Mark' I shout, downing my pint and passing him my glass. At that moment Scotland go over for the try. The pub erupts. I am side on to Tracy with Mark facing the bar. Jumping up and down in the very close and crammed area my hands start to roam Tracy's tits and bra. Her nipples solid. The moment is brief. My cock has slipped back into my jeans but my buttons wide open. I say to her 'Scotland win and you have to find a way to fuck/suck me. Wales win and I pay for both your drinks for the rest of the night'. She smiles. 'Deal'. At that very moment Wales get a penalty, in front of the posts just before the end of the first half. They slot it easily. 6-5 Wales when the half time whistle goes. I do up my jeans and turn to my friends. As what happened back then the pub all but empties as folk go outside for fresh air. I turn to my mates, aware that Mark is 'moaning' to Tracy. She heads off up to the back of the pub. He downs his pint. Are they heading off?

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By *tokeguyxxMan
14 weeks ago

Newcastle

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By *ormladMan
14 weeks ago

Kilmarnock

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By *tonyxxxMan
14 weeks ago

mansfield

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By *iscoman7771000Man
14 weeks ago

birmingham

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By (user no longer on site)
14 weeks ago

Fucking hell this sounds like it could've been my gf lol

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By *ritter1Man
14 weeks ago

Dundee

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By *ig daddy 1969Man
14 weeks ago

manchester

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By *oseph soapMan
14 weeks ago

Slane

My kinda pub!

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By *aughtywifeyWoman
14 weeks ago

close

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By *ogan WillowCouple
14 weeks ago

Leeds

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By *kpiercedCouple
14 weeks ago

walsall

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By (user no longer on site) OP   
14 weeks ago

A few minutes later after speaking to my mates I see Mark with another pint, and a tall glass. The pub starts to fill again as people go to find their previous positions. I watch as a blonde mop bounces back. She comes into view with a big smile. I half smirk her reappearance. She nestles back in and leans to speak to Mark. All I hear is him say 'I'm fine' and her say 'I was too hot'. The game kicks off. We are back where we were. Little space. Bodies crammed. I feel my buttons going again followed by a material being pushed in. Satin/silky feel. My hand goes down under her skirt. No tights. No panties. Fucking hell. I feel her ass cheek for the first time. Very firm. I take my keys out my pocket and I lower myself to the floor. My mates all look down at me, as does Mark but he can't see. After a short while i stand up and hold my keys up. They all laugh, Mark just seeing my keys, noone knowing that I was feeling Tracy's pussy while I was down there. Freshly bald. Tight. Wet. Perfect. Her satin set wrapped round my solid cock. I want to fuck you I say into her ear as the next cheer goes up. Better hope Scotland win then she retorts. I just smile. A body now blocking my mates, another blocking Marks view. Both fixated on the screen. My hand totally hidden pushes under her skirt and three fingers deep inside her. Her hand reaches back inside me and milking me through her own panties. I now understand why she has done it. She ramps up her grip and her milking. Trying to tip me over the edge. It's working. Only Wales are on the attack so her excitement is building even more so. Gripping my cock as they hammer the Scottish try line. The satin feel against my cock heightening the sensation. Oh fuck, no no no..... it looks like I am commenting on the rugby but no.... Wales go over to score another try... 4 very heavy loads spill out into her panties, capturing all but the drops which coat her fingers. She jumps up and down, licking her fingers, at Wales getting their first try. I have just been expertly drained which makes me look disappointed in the score. She looks very content. I do my buttons back up. Trapping the cum soaked satin inside. Wales score a second and a third try. Typical fucking scotland I say. I turn to speak to my mates looking over the bodies which separate us, Tracy still watching the tv. I discreetly adjust the front of her skirt and start to circle her clit and teasing her lips with my fingers. The move takes her by surprise. Two, three fingers deep inside her, gliding in and out with ease. Fingers soaking. Oh fuck. I hear her say. Please no. I feel as she buckles slightly. Her wetness giving her away as she slightly gushes over my fingers and down the inside of her legs. The bodies around us blocking any view of others. I pull my hand out from under her skirt. Smile at her and say let's call it a draw. She smiles. I shout at my mates, 'my round' and move away from her towards Mark at the bar. As I wait the full time whistle goes. Wales winning 32 -16. The pub empties of the groups in only to watch the game. 'Does that not interest you at all?' I say to Mark. 'Nah not really. She gets her thrills from it' he smiles and says.

I go back to my mates, aware of his choice in wording, much more space around them. My cock still wrapped in soaked satin. I watch as Tracy and Mark have a quick word as she finishes her drink. She walks by first, followed by him. She smiles, he stops, comes close up to me and says in my ear...

'Hope you enjoyed fingering my cum, card in your back pocket, we want her thong back'... and walks out.

I check. Hotel card for down the road. 10.30pm. Room 204. I smile, turn, and go back to chatting to my mates.

End (for now)

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By *arried-bi-guyMan
14 weeks ago

Lanarkshire

Can't wait for 10.30

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By *ig daddy 1969Man
14 weeks ago

manchester

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By *otonfoxMan
14 weeks ago

Southampton

Hope there’s more to come of this well written story

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By *ussyeater692Man
14 weeks ago

Wrexham

I can't wait to find out what happens next

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By *aughtywifeyWoman
14 weeks ago

close

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By *rlowslungMan
14 weeks ago

Warwick

Excellent. I once had a one night stand with a very naughty Welsh girl. This triggered many happy memories

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By *lay-with-MeMan
14 weeks ago

Whitchurch Shropshire

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By *kpiercedCouple
14 weeks ago

walsall

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By *ormladMan
14 weeks ago

Kilmarnock

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