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By (user no longer on site) OP 31 weeks ago
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I'll just start off with saying this is the first time I've written a story since school. And its definitely the first time I have written a R rated story, so please any tips or help on how to progress would be appreciated. Anyway on with the story.
Part 1:
The pub is loud with chatter, the air heavy with the scent of spilled beer and perfume, but at Jack and Amy's little table tucked in the corner, it looks perfectly normal, just a couple enjoying a drink and having a laugh but what they can't see is under the table. Where Jack's hand is slowly rising up Amy's thigh. Caressing her as he does so, he's slow and deliberate. Letting his fingertips trace their way across her skin, giving her a tingling sensation. Amy shifts in her seat, trying to keep her composure as he pushes a little higher. Her eyes flash at him—half daring, half pleading him to go further. Just as Jack's finger touches Amy's already damp panties, he pulls away. Leaving her restless, and her breath uneven.
“Why don’t you grab us another round?” Jack murmurs, his voice just loud enough to hear over the music. The command is casual, but the look in his eyes tells you it isn’t really a suggestion.
Amy rises, adjusting her skirt, and threads her way through the busy crowd to the bar. It takes a while to be served and Jack watches the way her shoulders tense as she waits. Now Amy is the kind of woman who turns heads the moment she walks into a room—not because she’s loud or showy, but because everything about her demands attention. A cascade of golden-blonde hair frames her face. She’s curvy in all the ways that make restraint impossible: a soft hourglass shape, full hips, a round, perfect bum that sways with grace as she moves through the crowd. Her blouse clings to the swell of her chest, every breath hinting at the D cup tits underneath, they were a 40th birthday present from Jack. She can feel not only Jack watching her standing at the bar but every guy in the pub too. It turns her on to think about every man in the bar wanting to fuck her.
Then she feels someone come up behind her, a hand brushing her hip as though by accident, Amy nearly jumps at the touch. Jack leans in close, lips to Amy's ear. “Don’t turn around,” he whispers. “Just breathe. Just… keep facing forward and act natural”
She then feels his hand work its ways down her hips, towards her ass. Jack takes his time working his way down and under her skirt before slowly bringing his hand up to her panties and starts teasing her clit. Amy can't believe what is happening she is normally very well behaved but Jack has this way of making her feel young and adventurous again. She becomes almost putty in his hands. She gets lost in the moment, enjoying the way Jack is teasing her pussy through her underwear. She can feel how wet she is getting from his touch and pushes back on his hand. Jack pulls her knickers to the side and slowly moves 1 finger up and down her pussy. Coating it in Amy's juices. Amy enjoying the pleasure too much doesn't notice the barman giving her an odd look as he hands her the drinks. Before she can gather herself together. Jack is already gone, leaving her flushed, rattled, and full of restless hunger. She grabs the drinks and says thank you before making her back to a smug, smiling Jack.
As she sits at the table, she is about to tell Jack off for doing that and how embarrassed she is. But before she can do aynthing, Jack lifts a finger to her mouth as if to shush her but instead puts it on her lips and then in her mouth. The finger is covered in her own juice and she can't help but to suck it clean for him. "Good girl" is all Jack says before grabbing her hand and walking with her to the pub exit.
Out into the cool night air. The alley behind the pub is dim and quiet, smelling faintly of smoke and damp stone. Here, away from the crowd, Jack says
“You were a good girl in there. Do you want your reward now?"
Amy holds her breath and nods, waiting to see just how far this game will go. |
