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I am nervous, soon I will meet him in the Dive Bar. It’s still a little early, so I decide to calm my nerves smoking a cigarette outside.
The wind is blowing a bit, typical fall weather. There is a chill in the air and I can feel it around my legs. Having the long coat doesn’t really help with the miniskirt. Already, I can feel that I am getting wetter by the minute. Shit, I should have put a slip on. Even though that wouldn’t have made a difference, since the whole day I only thought about getting fucked hard. Picturing different scenes already ruined my last pair of underwear. It’s almost time now. From inside the bar I can hear people laughing. I take a deep breath and go inside.
There are a couple of people sitting in the front, having drinks, so I walk all the way to the back, passing the restrooms and looking around to check if he is here already.
It’s pretty dark in there, only above the pool table is a somewhat brighter lamp. Hanging very low, it actually only illuminates the pool table, leaving lots of semi dark corners, perfect for making out.
That looks like fun, maybe we can have a go later, thinking first about the game, before my thoughts drift to other activities in those dark corners. Taking a deep breath, I shake my head.
As I sit down, the waiter is coming and takes my order.
I light another cigarette, while I wait for my drink. Sitting down doesn’t help with my wetness pooling around my pussy. I try to shift my legs, when I hear people coming.
Ah, there he is and my wine. We met online and I only know him from the online pictures. Nothing prepares me for the real life version.
He gives me a cute smile, but I can see the burning in his eyes. The way he looks at me goes right down to my belly. I feel like a teenager. Oh dear!
He sits down and for a few seconds we just stare at each other.
There is nobody around us, everybody else is in the front part of the bar. I am getting a little flustered and hot, my lips are getting dry, I swallow and lick them.
His look is too intense, no longer able to hold it, I look down.
Distraction, that’s what I need....
Fortunately, he starts with some smalltalk.
The waiter comes with his drink and I have big gulp from mine.
My goodness, I feel so slutty, after sitting here for only 10 minutes, already I am imagining him pulling me over the table and fucking me senseless.
No! There are people here and I am not that slutty! He looks at me and smirks, it seems like he can read my mind and knows exactly what I am thinking, what I want and what I need right now.
I open my legs, maybe that will cool down my heat.
He sits there, like he is in complete control and doesn’t give a flip about my state of complete horniness.
Then, really slowly and with total calmness he puts his hand on my knee. Oh fuck, another gush of liquid pooling. I am so wet now, it’s embarrassing!
His hand stays on my knee. I look at him pleading with my eyes. I need more, now!!
I lick my lips and slide lower on my chair in hope to make his hand move to where I need it. Ever so slowly he draws little circles on my knee. With painstaking slow circles, he inches up my leg. Skirming on my chair, I am trying to move closer to him. His fingers feel cool on my inner thighs, as he takes his time exploring the softness of my skin. Closing my eyes, my breathing becomes faster from his touch alone. Feeling his hand, fingertips and even his nails on my skin, makes me almost stop breathing while his fingers are caressing all the way up, to where I need them most.
He touches my clit with featherlight strokes. Opening my eyes, I look at him.
„Please“, is the only thing I can whimper.
His is exploring my clit, dipping into my wetness. He smiles amused. Then he puts two fingers into my pussy and pumps a couple of times. All I can do is bite my lips, so I don’t moan out, like a lunatic.
Suddenly he removes his fingers and licks them. „Yummy“. I just feel lost, hot and horny.
He nods towards the Billard Table. “Let’s play”.
Not really able to think about anything, but being fucked right here on the table, I only nod. I finish the whole glass of wine and get up. Wow, I can already feel the alcohol.
We get to the table and start the game. He starts and sinks two balls. My turn. I am suddenly aware of my really shirt miniskirt which probably shows half of my ass whenever I bend over the table. But, I think he really likes that view. During the game there are lots of little accidentally on purpose touches and brushes. It feels like a game of dare, with smiles and provocation.
We are down to a couple of balls. It’s my turn again. I have to bend really low over the table, or maybe not, I just want to, when I feel him pressing against me from behind.
I can feel his bulge through his jeans. With one hand he grabs my ass and with the other he presses me down on the table. He flips up my skirt and I am completely exposed. Then he slips 3 fingers into my wet pussy. I close my eyes and press into him. I need more! He grabs my left breast and pinched my nipple. I inhale sharply and feel that he is removing his fingers. Making some protesting sounds, he just laughs.
Then I hear the zipper. I can’t wait, to be filled, to be fucked senseless. He thrusts into me with one hard stroke. He is big and fills me completely. It’s so tight and hurts for a second, but I am so wet, that I forget everything, once he really starts to fuck me. Again and again he slams into me and all I can do, is lay there pressed onto the table and enjoy that perfect fuck.