We reached my door and I fished around in my purse for my keys. I could feel him warm against me and still turned on.

“Hurry,” he growled in my ear.

Flustered, I dropped the keys as I tried to unlock my door.

“See what happens when you rush me?” I replied in the sternest voice I could muster. I heard him chuckle as I bent forward to pick up the keys.

I felt his hand slide under my dress and give my ass a hard squeeze, before he slid his fingers along my wet slit.

“Looks like someone else can’t seem to wait either.”

I stood up straight, not wanting to be caught by the neighbors being fingered in the hallway.

“Shhhh.” I slid the key into the lock and let us in.

I fumbled for the light, but he grabbed me by the waist and grunted, “bedroom?”

I laughed. “Here’s not good enough?” I turn my head to look back at him.
He shook his head and brought his lips to my neck.

“Where’s your room?” He whispered in my ear. His hands moved from my waist to my hips and then they reached for the hem of my dress. “Lift your arms.” He told me.

I lifted my arms and he pulled my dress off over my head and dropped it on the floor. I felt his hands again on my waist and I shivered in spite of the heat.

I moaned softly before breaking from his grip and taking his hand.

“Follow me.”

I met Derek at a bar close to my house. I’d had a rough day at work and he’d messaged me earlier that day. He was cute and seemed interesting enough to be a welcome distraction.

I texted him when I arrived and he replied that he was sitting in the back of the bar. I found him there with a drink already in his hand.

“Sorry I got started without you.” He stood up and gave me a hug.

“It’s fine.”

“Can I get you something to drink?”

I scanned the beers on tap, nothing more than the standard fare of American beers.

“I’ll have a Corona.” I said.

“Beer girl?” He asked as he waved over the bartender.

“Not really. I don’t know much about them. I just know that every so often I like a Corona with lime.”

“Fair enough.” He ordered my beer and himself a Diet Coke and Jack.

I laughed a little. Something about men drinking diet pop seems weird. But I guess everyone watches their calories.

“What? You think my drink order is funny?” He asked as he moved his stool closer to mine.

I turned to face him as he stared between my legs.

“You trying to look up my dress, Derek?”

“You didn’t answer my question.” He said. He moved closer. His leg moving between mine, spreading my thighs a little wider.

“And you didn’t answer mine.” I told him as the bartender set down our drinks.

He laughed. “No. I was just admiring your dress. He placed his hand on my thigh.

“And my thighs?”

“They seem very nice.” He moved his hand under my dress as he took a sip of his drink. “Yes, your thighs seem very nice.”

I wasn’t sure how to feel about the direction drinks were going. I pressed my lime into the bottle and watched it fizz.

“What are you thinking?” He asked. His hand softly rubbing my thigh.

“I’m thinking about how far up my dress I’m gonna let that wandering hand of yours travel before I slap it away.”

I took a sip of my beer and he smirked.

“Should I test it out?”

I put down my beer and leaned towards him placing my hands on his thighs.

“Give it a shot.”

He moved his hand further up my inner thigh and paused. I raised my eyebrows and leaned back. He smiled and tickled me.

I giggled and slapped his hand. The bartender looked over and we both reached for our drinks.

“Too far?” He asked.

“I’m too ticklish for you to play like that.”

“Can I try again?”

“You wanna test your luck?”

He smiled and slipped his hand up my thigh again. This time he made it all the way up between my thighs and I felt his fingers brush my lips.

“Oh.”

“Oh.” He replied. “Are you not…” He trailed off.

I looked down at my beer and he leaned closer to me.

“Are you not wearing any panties?” He whispered, his fingers brushing against my lips.

I looked around. No one was paying attention to us. I felt my face get hot and I took a swig of my beer and shook my head.

On a whim I’d pulled them off in the bathroom at work and threw them in my purse.

“Ooh. What a naughty girl.” He teased. He took a sip of his drink before he slid a finger between my lips. “Oh my God.” He moved his stool closer to mine. “You’re so fucking wet already.” He whispered.

“I get wet really easily.” I mutter, embarrassed at my own body’s immediate reaction to this stranger.

“Spread your legs a little more and tell me about yourself.” He whispered.

I do as I’m told. “what do you want to know?” I said, trying to keep my voice steady as his wandering fingers find my clit.

“Where are you from?”

“Chicago.”

“What do you do?”

“Really boring shit,” I gasp.

“Yeah? How boring?”

“Very. I sit in front of a computer all day.”

“That’s not too bad, it could be worse.”
“Mhmm.” I reply as he slides a finger fully inside me.

“Is that ok?”

“Yes.” I whisper.

“I want you to undo my pants.”

I reach for his pants with both hands. He stopped me with his free one.

“Discreetly. Do it with one hand while taking a drink of your beer.”

I reach for his pants and I reach for my beer. I got the top button undone as he slid a second finger inside me and started moving them in and out.

“Ah.” I pause, the beer is midway to my mouth.

“Shhh. The zipper.” He instructs.

I struggle with the zipper, but finally get it down and I take a long swig of my beer. He shifted a little in his seat.

“Ok, now take my cock out.”

“Here?” I looked at him wide eyed, even as his fingers moved steadily in and out of me.

“It’s below the bar level. Go for it.”

I looked around the room. Still no one was paying attention to us and the bartender was on the opposite end watching the Sox lose.

“Okay.” I reached into his pants and felt his hard cock. I wrapped my fingers around him and pulled him gently out of his pants.

“Stroke.” He said quietly.

He moaned as I tightened my grip and began to move my hand up and down jerking him.

“What do you do?” I asked him.

Both of our breathing was growing ragged as we watched each other.

“I design video games.” He groaned.

I looked around the bar again. Starting to get worried that someone would notice us.

Still the patrons of the bar were oblivious. So I leaned forward and looked him in the eye before spitting on his cock.

His fingers stopped and I rubbed the wetness up and down his cock.

“Oh my God.” He gasped. I smiled. “How far do you live from here?” He asked.

“Not very.” I answered.