Coming to the Bar [m/24] [f/23] | 2016

Preface: I'm about 153 pounds and almost 6'0", so I'm a fairly skinny caucasian guy. This happened just a few years ago, as I'm 29 now. It's still one of my favorite experiences. And, of course, there's more where this "came" from if you all like it. This is the first time I've written one of these stories, so bear with me.

Even though there were patches of ice on the roads in Houston, that didn’t stop Mel and I from going on our date. Surprisingly, unlike many other restaurants, the Italian place that we liked was still open. After a quick dinner, we sat across from each other and enjoyed a little wine.

Mel was a petite 23-year-old with a swimmer’s body. She had deep blue eyes and blonde hair, creating the impression that she had just walked off of a West Coast beach. Although we had been friends for a couple of years, we were always just a little flirty, even going so far as to make out every now and then. I sat across from Mel and admired the freckles on her shoulder in the warm light. She smiled as she finished the last of the sauvignon and put down her glass, leaving just a hint of lipstick on the rim.

Her skinny fingers — complete with freshly painted bright red nail polish — clutched the handle of a large designer bag. “Let’s go get a real drink,” she said. “Emily will meet us there. You’ll like her.” I wasn’t exactly sure where this was all headed, and I was even more surprised that Mel’s friend would venture out into the cold. After spending a few hours with her, I wanted Mel all to myself. We walked outside and found my car, both shivering from the wind as we stepped inside.

The bar was a cavernous place with tall ceilings and dark gray walls, not far from the House of Blues. The only light came from a sea of red candles that dimly illuminated the booths, which were upholstered in black leather. A central island — which was surrounded by matching barstools — served as an oasis of liquor. It was surprisingly busy, and metal played loudly in the background. Mel’s friend was nowhere to be found.

As we waited, we found a couple of bar stools and ordered our drinks, quickly realizing that we’d have to shout over the music if we wanted to talk. Mel grew closer, and I felt her warm breath on my neck. “I guess we could go sit out on the patio,” she said. “But it’s so fucking cold, even in here.”

I shivered as she spoke, and leaned in more closely. Without considering the implications, I said, “The car has a heater. We could warm up for a few minutes while we wait for your friend.” I didn’t have to ask her twice. We left our drinks on the counter and followed each other to the car.

The locks responded with a mechanical thunk as I hit the remote. Mel opened one of the rear doors and disappeared behind the tinted glass. I followed, and we soon found ourselves making out in the dark. I sucked on Mel’s tongue as I pressed her down against the leather seat, eagerly running my fingers through her blonde hair. She reached down and unzipped my jeans, biting her lip as she slid her fingers around my hard —

With uncanny timing, her iPhone lit up as it vibrated across the console. Mel smiled, then slid over on the seat and reached across — not around — to answer it. Emily had just walked inside, but couldn’t find us. Mel opened the door, stepping back out of the car with disheveled hair. “I told her we’d be here. I guess we have to go back inside.”

I adjusted my pants to conceal an obvious bulge, and followed her back into the bar. Although the world’s most valuable fruit company had ruined my fun, the night was about to get more interesting than I could have imagined. As I sat down on the bar stool facing Emily, I glanced up at Mel. She gave me a devious smile, and sat down on my lap.

Admittedly, I wasn’t paying too much attention to what Emily and Mel were trying to talk about over the music. I looked down and noticed that Mel had placed the giant bag over her lap. As she talked to her friend, my hands wandered over her stomach, and then slowly lower.

Mel was incredibly wet — her cum spilled out over my fingers as they grazed her swollen lips. She tried her best to conceal our secret as I kept using my fingers to gather her warm cum. My fingers continued to explore until I found her clit, rubbing it gently — then increasingly harder — between my index and pointer fingers. I felt her swell, and a bit of my pre-cum leaked out as she pushed her ass down.

As the song ended, I heard a voice ask whether Mel was okay. I’d forgotten that Emily was there with a drink in her hand the entire time.

Mel stammered, and then composed herself. “Yeah, why?”

“Your face is flushed,” said Emily, with some concern in her voice. “Why is it so red?”

Mel smiled. “I’m fine,” she told Emily, “but we need to go.” Although it was a little abrupt, Emily didn’t seem to mind. Mel and I walked back to the car, and she once again opened the rear door. This time, there wouldn’t be any interruptions.

Mel pulled off her black shirt and slid my jeans down, taking my swollen cock into her mouth after pushing me against the seat. Without any words, she used her tongue to swirl around the tip until I was right on the edge. She sat up, and I couldn’t help but admire her gorgeous tits, which were surrounded by tan lines. Her light pink nipples were perfect — and very swollen. I wanted to taste them. Looking at her, I asked, “Do you want me to suck on your tits?”

She slid off her pants, and rubbed her warm pussy against the head of my cock, leaving a trail of her own cum glistening in the dim light. “No,” she said, teasing me with a grinding motion. As she slid further down on top of me, she leaned in as if to tell me a secret. I listened intently as she whispered, “I want you to fuck me.”

The position was perfect, so I pushed deep inside her, and she let out a soft moan. We had both been waiting for hours, and I was in ecstasy as her cum enveloped my cock. “I want you to fuck me,” she said again, louder this time. I grabbed her tits and took control, pounding her hard while she leaned back, propping herself up against the front seat. I felt her cum spilling out as we moaned each other’s names. I grabbed her ass, and then ran my hands down her legs. I could feel myself getting close.

Mel could feel it, too. She looked at me knowingly, and then said, “I want it inside me.” As soon as she said that, I couldn’t hold back anymore. With one more hard thrust, her pussy gripped my cock, and I released all of the cum I had built up for her.

A few minutes later, as we laid together in the afterglow of what had just happened, her phone lit up again. I never saw the text message, although it was from Emily. Mel sat up, put her clothes back on, and moved to the front seat.

“Let’s go back to my place,” she said. “We aren’t finished yet.”

EDIT: Let me know if you want part two. I'm happy to write about what happened afterward. :-)