Public Fingering Fantasy
We’re tucked into the back of this classy little bar with
live blues I’ve scoped out. I’m wearing a little
black dress and strappy heels that almost bring me up to your shoulder. While listening to the guitar cry from our corner
of the bar you go from an arm hooked around my waist with my back pressed to
your chest to a traveling, caressing hand.
I encourage, stretching and opening under your wandering hand. I tilt my head and out of the corner of my
eye I see you bite your bottom lip and then you edge your long lean fingers
along my stockings. Those questing
fingers slip behind to tease up under my dress, leisurely stroking the soft
skin on the inside of my thighs to find me bare and slick. After a brief pause your fingers grip my
thigh hard, and I hear your breath draw in near my ear. Then you head right for my dampness; burying
a finger deep inside my pussy from behind, my skirt lifted to where you protect
me at my back. My hips shift a bit,
opening a bit more space between my legs and one rose-tipped manicured finger
runs over my lips to hide the moan I fight to swallow. You add a second finger and my head drops
back to your chest, my lips forming a soundless gasp.Your other arm wraps solidly around my upper chest, keeping
me locked to you as we sway, ostensibly to the music, but more following the
beckoning call of our rising desire for each other. My face turns into you and your lips press to
my ear. “Vixen. So brazen, did you flash the valet on the way
in?” I shake my head no and my hands
cover your arm where you grip me tight.
“Good girl. I love how wet you
get, it drives me crazy. If it were
quiet all these people would hear the sounds of me fingering you.” My nails dig
in to your hard forearm and a soft whimper escapes unheard over the backdrop of
the aching wail of the band. I lean into
your tall form, neck turned to let my nose nuzzle your jaw. “How did you envision this going? Did you think I was going to get you off here
in public and suffer hard and needy the rest of the night?” Your fingers turn hard, almost punishing
inside me and my body almost can’t block what your arm and hand are up to and
my whole body tenses in your arms.You know I’m close, and you pull your hand back. I turn into you quickly, your name a gasping
moan on my lips, a plea and you slide your fingers into your mouth to taste me
with those carnal lips sucking with relish and I am undone. I grab your shirtfront and tug. “Bathroom, now” and head to the back. You briefly curse, torn between amusement and
need… then follow in my wake.So hot
“How did you envision this going? Did you think I was going to get you off here in public…”