Written by kittyvonklass

Fiction
21 Jan 2012


I wake up with a start the excitement flooding in like an electric shock. I can’t believe how horny I am. My pussy is throbbing, hell even my nipples are rock hard as I rush downstairs and race though the normal morning drudgery.

I smile at hubby over breakfast. “I really need to concentrate on my novel today. I might go to the library or something.”

He doesn’t look up at me but mumbles. “I’ll take the kids to mums if you want.”

I dance inside – RESULT!

Family safely dispatched, I pull open my wardrobe. My instructions are to wear the sluttiest things I can find. Not that easy, as I’m pretty classy normally, but I dig around and pull out a push up black bra and crotchless panties, stockings and suspenders, a tight white top, the shortest skirt I have, and some black patent fuck-me-now shoes! I leave my hair down and add slutty red lipstick, and head to the car before I can change my mind.

Am I really going to do this?

Yes I fucking am.

I arrive at the pub we’ve agreed on, glad that I don’t know the area and that no-body will recognise me - especially dressed like this, and after getting a drink, take a seat at the back. It’s a rustic kind of pub with roaring fire and a few rough looking locals, who have to scrape their tongues off the floor as I sat down and flash them whilst sipping my glass of wine. It makes me so fucking horny.

I’m only there a few minutes, but they seem unbearable. I gulp my Dutch courage a little faster than I shoul, because it goes straight to my head. Toying with getting another glass, but knowing I have to drive home, I notice you come in. For arguments sake I’m going to call you James, but you know who you are. You’re even better looking than your photo, and I can almost feel my pupils dilating when you notice me and approach.

My whole body’s on fire, every nerve on edge, my heart beating so fast it hurts and my limbs trembling slightly. Fuck you’re good looking. My pussy’s positively pulsating right now and I squirm in the seat to try to relax but I can’t. How hot is it in here?

You stop off at the bar and I smirk as you keep glancing back at me. Your face tells me you’re just as excited as I am, and is that a semi hard cock I’m can spot in your trousers? If you’re feeling even half as horny as I am, I’m sure it is.

You sit next to me and slide me my drink, smiling at me. I don’t feel the need to say anything and neither do you apparently, because your hand is already on my thigh under the table as you take your first swig of drink.

I nearly jump out of my skin but then giggle in excitement. My legs start to shake. Bloody hell, it’s like I’m fifteen again, but my God it feels amazing. I struggle to keep your gaze as you slide your hand further up my leg, feeling for the tops of my stockings, pulling on my suspenders slightly before working up higher. You don’t hide your smile when your hands reach my pussy and you find only hair.

“Fuck that’s so horny,” you whisper, and I can only nod and try to keep my face relaxed as you push your fingers down and hit my clit. I glance about, the locals are thankfully embroiled in a heated discussion, and it’s a bloody good job they are because as your fingers enter my pussy, I jolt and spill my drink on the table.

I giggle again, this time to disguise my nerves, and you twist your body so you’re shielding me as though we’re deep in conversation, pushing your fingers in further. I gasp, and you smile at me, but this is all a bit one sided at the moment.

Your position now allows me access to the huge bulge in your trousers, and I grin as I rub your cock through your clothes, sliding open the zip and pushing my hand inside. I continue to rub your cock but now through your boxers sneaking a finger inside them so I can feel your hot flesh. God, I can’t wait to fuck you, and you’re so close to me now our lips are almost grazing. I want to be grabbing your hair and sticking my tongue down your throat, and I lick my lips at the thought of it.

I tease your cock from your boxers and for the first time you look a little nervous. Your cock engorges within my grasp. Fuck it’s so hard right now and leaking pre-cum everywhere already. I tug you gently, easing my thumb over your head, smearing the pre-cum to give me some lubrication and then hold you around the shaft and start to wank you.

We both jump a little as the local’s argument escalates and one of them stalks off to the gents, but it doesn’t deter us, so what if they see, what are they going to do about it, anyway? I guess you are a little concerned though because you reach over me with your free hand and grab my coat, sliding it over our laps. Clever, I think you’ve done this before.

You curl your fingers inside me and I have to grip the table with my free hand as you rub my clit with your thumb. God you’re good at that, insanely good. My legs start to shake and I start to wank you with more force but you shake your head so I slow down again. You must want to wait until we get to the hotel.

Your eyes are intense and when you lick your lips as you continue to rub my clit I can’t hold back any more, I lean in and kiss you. I thought you’d resist but you don’t, kissing me back, gently at first but then harder to match the intensity of your fingers as they fuck me under the table. My legs cramp up a little as I try to keep still but tilt my pelvis into your hand. My God you are so good at that, so fucking amazingly… Fuck, I think I’m gonna cum. Really? Here? Out in public? That’s never happened before.

No way, but…

My whole body tenses and I lean in and kiss you again but only to stifle my moan as I feel myself reach the point of no return and then tumble over the edge, clamping down on your hand like a vice as my pussy explodes.

I pull away from your mouth, “Fuck!” I yell, aware that all the locals are now looking in our direction and I must look about as fucking guilty as you can get right now.

We are so busted.

You pull your hand away and I feel my juice flow freely, without any crotch in my knickers to contain it. I’m still reeling from the orgasm but I manage to shout, “are you telling me you didn’t fix the washing machine.”

I release your cock, straighten my skirt and get up. “I’m going to the car. You better leave it a minute to follow me because I’m so pissed with you right now.”

I can see you’re struggling not to grin at me, and you now have a good enough excuse to sit there until your raging hard on dies down and you can walk.

You look so sexy as I turn back to you while walking way.

I’m going to eat you alive when we get to the hotel…


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