Happy Hour

The day had sucked so bad, but I wasn’t ready to make it worse by going home to an empty apartment. Dinner and a drink sounded like a nice distraction. Scanning the bar I saw the options for sitting were slim. All the tables and booths were full, with only one spot left at the bar. Thursday night apparently was a good night for this pub. I scooted onto the remaining stool at the bar, tucking my wallet under my hand as I waited for the bartender. 

Looking around at the people I saw a mix of blue and white collar patrons. Beside me on the left was a woman excitedly engaged in a conversation with her friend. To the right a guy scrolling on his phone, half a drink in front of him, oblivious to the world and noise around him. 

He was tall, so much so that if he looked over he wouldn’t miss the streaks of silver on the top of my head. His profile showed a salt and pepper goatee framing full lips, olive skin and dark hair curling around the edges of a hat. I couldn’t see his eyes, but black frames were perched on a cute nose. His jawline looked like it would be a delight to nibble up, with a long neck perfect for a tongue to run up to an earlobe where I could take a bite. My eyes traced broad shoulders hidden under a simple green shirt, down to jeans encasing long powerful looking legs. He looked damn fine to me. Quick glance to the left hand, no ring. Perhaps his company would be the thing to brighten up this day. 

Trying not to be too obvious I fidgeted in my seat and ‘accidently’ knocked his arm. 

“Oh shoot, I’m so sor..,” I start, cut off by the intense gaze of the warmest brown eyes I’d ever seen.

He looked down at me with a wide smile as his eyes boldly roamed over my face and down my body. I could feel a blush creep up my neck blooming on my cheeks. I’d never felt so exposed before, like he was undressing me with his eyes. As the one who had planned to be the aggressor I suddenly felt passive. His eyes lingered on my crossed thighs where my skirt had ridden up, stockings and garter visible. A flash of heat hit my core and I lost any thought that didn’t begin and end with those lips on me. 

“All good,” he said, putting his phone down and turning towards me, “I don’t think I’ve seen you here before?”

“Do…do you come here…often?” I stammer. His voice conjured the promise of desires fulfilled, I couldn’t string a coherent sentence together. I sounded like a damn fool! 

“Nope, this is my first time,” he chuckled, smile widening. 

Egads. That voice. That laugh. So many fantasies tumbled through my mind. 

I don’t know how long I stared at him before I giggled. Fuck it, “My gawd, you’re fucking hot,” I blurt out. 

His eyes widened, cheeks flushing pink as the shock registered on his face. 

“I’m sorry,” I rush, “I think you’re incredibly attractive and I became rather speechless, which never happens to me. Normally I have all kinds of things to say, and most people just look at me, shaking their head as I ramble on and on about the weirdest of topics. My head is a fountain of useless information. Too many years buried in books I’m sure. At least that’s what my mom always said.” 

I slam my lips shut, my face utterly on fire in embarrassment. What the fuck was wrong with me? A gorgeous face and I’ve turned into a raving lunatic. There goes the chance to end the night on a happier note. 

Reaching out I lay a hand on his bicep, the strength of muscle flexing beneath my fingers. Hot damn he would be able to restrain me. I closed my eyes, a small groan escaping as the thought sent a stab of pleasure to my clit. 

“I’m sorry,” I breathe, eyes opening to his bewildered look, “I’ll leave you to your drink.” 

I grab my wallet and spin to hop off the stool when he reaches out and grabs my hand, “Stay. Please. You caught me off guard, but I think you’re pretty hot, too. Can I buy you a drink?”

“Really?!? You sure you want to continue with this babbling fool?” I ask, teasingly. 

“If it means staring into those green eyes while you babble, then absolutely,” he said, a hint of heat behind the words. 

Laughing I turned back to the bar, angling towards him as the bartender finally came over to take our order. 

We sat enjoying the company and chatting about everything and anything that popped up. However, in the back of my mind I was only thinking of one thing popping up, hoping it was proportionate to his height. 

When the after work crowd started to thin tables opened up. We waited until one of the booths near the back cleared out before moving our conversation there. He slipped off the stool, holding his hand out for me as I carefully hopped off. I moved to adjust my skirt, to pull it down when he gave a gentle squeeze on the hand he held. 

“Don’t,” he said, voice cracking. 

I looked up and his eyes were riveted to the bare skin between the skirt hem and the lace edges of the stockings. I stole a finger under the lace, sliding it along the thigh stopping at one of the fasteners. His face held no secrets to what he wanted: to replace my finger with his, or better yet, his tongue. 

Straightening up, I heard his groan of disappointment as I moved toward the booth we were staking a claim on. I motivated him along with a small sway to my ample hips and flashes of bare skin on the back of my thighs. His long legs ate up the space between us, his hand cupping my ass with a light smack. Smiling, I slid into the booth and gestured for him to sit across from me. This was going to be fun, but I wasn’t going to make it that easy for him. 

Laughing he took a seat across from me, the waitress right behind him, ready to take our orders. After she left we continued our banter, legs tangled beneath the table. I kick my shoe off, slowly sliding my toes along his thigh up towards his waist. My toes find his balls and trace the ridge until my foot is solidly pressed against his cock. I could tell the tip of his cock was beyond my toes and a shiver of anticipation ran through me. Massaging the growing bulge I continue my chattering as his hands dig into the table top, jaw clenched as he tries to control his breathing. 

“Would you like me to stop?” I ask innocently. “Or go harder?’

He shakes his head, unable to articulate with words. I see the waitress approach with our drinks and I snap my foot back into its shoe, sitting up. A shocked moan slips out but he sees my eyes flicker to the waitress as she puts the drinks down. 

“Thank you,” I say, “Do you know how long until dinner will arrive?”

“Shouldn’t be much longer,” she replies with a smile. 

“Fantastic,” I look him in the eyes, “I’m starving.”

Looking confused she walks away and my foot returns to his lap, but this time just resting along the hard length. 

“You, girl, are fucking trouble,” he growled. 

“The best kind,” I reply.

His hand begins caressing my leg, reveling in the silk of the stocking. 

“I want to peel these,” tugging the top of the stocking, “slowly off you. My lips moving up the inside of your thigh.” 

I stop breathing, imagining his mouth so close to my clit. Hot breath, teeth, and lips getting closer and closer. I felt my pussy contract at the thought and I wanted, no I needed, him inside me. Riveted to the dark thoughts I didn’t notice the waitress come back with our dinners. 

“Here we are,” she announces, “Chicken and salad for the gentleman. Burger and salad for the lady. Is there anything else I can bring you?” 

I shake my head, unable to speak. 

“Actually, can you bring the check?” he asks, “We’ll be leaving when we’re done here.”

My breath quickens and I almost moan before I realize she’s still standing there as she pulls out the billfold from her apron. Apparently prepared for our hasty exit, or she was close to the end of her shift. 

“Thank you,” I murmur, pulling my credit card from my wallet and tucking it in the bill fold. 

“No,” he argues, “I’ll pay.”

The waitress looks between us and I nod for her to take the card and run it. A knowing smile plays on her lips as she takes it and walks away.

“I wanted to pay,” he states, angrily.

Rubbing my foot gently into his cock, “Oh you’ll be paying later,” I tease. 

Biting his top lip, eyes going dark, his hand reaches under and across the table, just grazing my wet panties before the waitress returns with the slip for me to sign. I add the tip and sign, handing it back to her. She gives me a quick wink and bades us a goodnight. She won’t be back.

Straightening up, and taking my leg back I grab my fork and dig into my salad, smiling wide. Frustrated, he does the same. 

I continue the aimless chatter between bites, keeping my foot in my shoe, but bumping his knees once in a while. 

His plate finished and pushed to the side I started laughing, half my burger and salad still on my plate, “Hungry?” I ask. 

“Dear god, woman, stop talking and finish eating.” 

“I’m done,” tossing my napkin on the plate and grabbing my wallet. I slip out of the booth, looking down at him, “Ready to go?”

Extracting long legs out from under the table he leads me out of the pub, hand gently pushing along my lower back before slipping to my ass. As we get close to the front door I grab his arm and pull him off down the hall towards the washrooms. 

I wasn’t waiting any longer.

Scanning the hall I notice this place has unisex single bathrooms. Perfect. 

I head to the end of the hall and test the door, unlocked. Pushing in I pull him through, locking the door behind us. As I turn around his hands grab my face, fingers tangle in my hair as he slams me back against the door, mouth covering my gasp of surprise. It didn’t last long as I untuck his shirt, fingers and nails running over his chest and belly. Pulling me back he sits down on the toilet, pulling me on to his lap, my feet dangling on either side of his thighs as his large hands grasp my ass. 

The kiss was hungry, both unable to get enough of the other. He tasted so good, a hint of rum on his breath. Toying with the fasteners of the garter he snapped one off. My hands pull at his belt and pop the button of his jeans. I dip my hands in the waist and pull just the tip of his cock out.Sitting back on his lap, I look down at the swollen head, slick with precum already. I run my thumb over it, collecting the moisture, licking and sucking it off as he watches mesmerized. 

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he whispers, before his lips and tongue replace my thumb, eager to taste himself on my lips. 

I continue to stroke his cock as he kisses me. Squeezing the shaft his hand grabs my wrist, pulling it away. Eyes closed I watch the emotions cross his face as he works to control himself. Pushing me off, he turns me around, hands grabbing and spreading my ass. Moving the blue thong aside his tongue finds my asshole and moves down to my wet pussy. I reached out to grab onto the wall as the pressure built, I was so close, needing to brace so I wouldn’t fall over. He moves his tongue in and out of my hole, fingers rubbing my clit as I cum hard on his face, juices running down his lips onto his goatee. Fingers quickly replace tongue, teeth biting my ass hard as he fingers me to another orgasm. Mouth clenched, I fight to not scream as the liquid runs down the inside of my thighs. His mouth greedily licks and sucks, trying to get every drop. 

“Fuck, I can’t wait any more,” he growls, pushing me forward. 

My hands catch on the sink as he stands and slowly pushes his cock into my wet slit. I whimper as he stretches me wide. He felt so damn good going in. Fully esconcened in my tight cunt, he holds still, fingers digging into my hips as I spasm around him. 

“Baby girl,” he growls in my ear, “Look at me.”

Eyes locked in the mirror I feel him move in and out of me. His hands pull my shirt over my head, cupping my tits through the lacy bralette I was wearing. 

“Pierced?’ He asks.

I nod as he pulls the bra down to display my tits in the mirror. Pinching around the barbells he thrusts faster. 

“Play with your clit,” he gasps, “Cum with me.”

I rub my clit, slick from him fucking me, the sensation pushing me over the edge. I close my eyes as my body rocks from pleasure.

A hand wraps around my throat, forcing my head up, “I said look at me when I’m fucking you.”

I open to his face staring at me in the mirror, eyes burning into mine. Hand tightening on my throat I gasp as the next orgasm weakens my knees and his other hand grabs at my soft belly, holding me up. 

“Good girl,” he smiles in the mirror, “One more, babe, and then I’m going to fill you up.”

Leaning back he grabs my hips and with short but hard thrusts he slaps my ass leaving a red handprint. I keep my eyes on him the whole time, watching as he licks his lips, eyes glued to his cock sliding in and out of me. 

I start rubbing my clit again but it’s so slick I can’t keep my fingers on it, so I pinch it between my fingers, bucking my hips as I come again. 

I feel him go at the same time. Cock thickening and exploding inside me, adding to the pool of wetness already dripping from my cunt. 

Muffling his cries he bites down on my shoulder, hard enough that there will be a mark for days, causing an aftershock wave of pleasure to crest through my body. 

Both panting, unable to move, we stay standing. Minutes pass before a modicum of composure settles him and he pulls out. I can feel the cum dripping out as a shudder runs through me with his exit.

I reach over to grab a paper towel to clean up, when his hand covers mine, “Let me help.”

Expecting him to do what I was about to, I was shocked to feel his hands spread my ass and thighs, tongue toying with the hole as he lapped up the mixed taste of us. Instinctively I reach back and run my fingers through his hair, his hat removed long ago when we entered the bathroom, pushing him deeper into the mess. Taking his time he teases with tongue and fingers, pulling the cum out. Standing he offers me his fingers and I suck the creamy mess off before he leans in for a kiss, sharing more with me. 

I moan into the taste of us as he adjusts my panties back into place and does up his pants, never breaking the kiss. I pull back and stare into the eyes that made me speechless earlier and found myself just as dumbstruck. Smiling he leans in for a quick kiss before searching for his hat. 

I unlock the door and step out.

“Wait…” he calls, “I don’t even know your name.”

“Yours.”

Smiling, he replies, “Well, my name is…”

I cut him off quickly, “Mine,” I call as I slip out and escape down the hall.