I pushed open the heavy door and stepped inside, taking in a scan of the room. It was on old school pub, not very busy and most of them middle aged men nursing a pint before going home. The air smelled of stale alcohol, the floor was sticky and the sound of country music filled the room. I walked to the bar, aware that I stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the other customers.  Dressed in a figure hugging black dress that sat just below my ass cheeks and plunged down to show my ample cleavage, my legs bare except for the thigh-high heeled boots and a short leather jacket draped over my arm.  I made my way to the bar, placed my coat and bag on the counter and slid up onto a stool, crossing my legs as I turned slightly towards the centre of the room.  The barman sauntered over and commented that he hadn't seen me in there before as he took my order. He was a young guy, maybe early 30's with a mass of floppy hair that needed cut and biceps that were bursting out of his t-shirt sleeves. He was cute, but not what I was looking for tonight..  He brought me my order, a large glass of rose wine, and I sipped it as I turned to scan the room and the people in it.  A few of the men were glancing at me, trying not to make it obvious. I was 42 years old with dark blonde hair to just below my shoulders and blue eyes. I'm a larger lady, a size 20, with a full and curvy bum and 42DD boobs. I wasn't wearing a bra but the dress hugged them nicely and gave me a full, deep cleavage.  I wasn't wearing panties either, partly as I didn't want a visible panty line ruining the outfit, but also as I wanted to be very naughty tonight and they just got in the way.  As I scanned the room I could feel eyes burning into me, I turned on the stool until I found the culprit - and immediately could feel the tingle as my pussy began to moisten..

He was sat at the back of the room, partially hidden by the back of the booth he was sat in. I put him at late 50's and could help but lick my lips as took in his dark hair that was only just starting to show grey, the laughter lines on his face and the intense look in his eyes as he stared at me. I turned fully towards him on the stool, my legs still crossed, and I took another sip of my wine. He stood up and walked over to me, very confident and simply asked, "join me?". I tilted my head and looked him up and down - he was a fine specimen of a man! He was around 6ft tall, had a broad chest that looked like he worked out (at least from what I could see under his shirt) and had a little bit of a beer belly that suited him. He was handsome in a rugged, 'seen the world' kind of way but sadly I couldn't tell from the angle he was stood at what he was packing below. Not that it mattered, he was exactly what I came here looking for. I smiled and slid ioff the stool as he picked up my jacket, bag and drink and ushered me to his table. I slid in behind the table, facing the bar as I moved further along the bench so I was slightly obscured from view, I turned slightly to the side to face this tantalising stranger as he slid in beside me, his leg pressed up against mine as he turned slightly to face me. I smiled again and thanked him for the invitation, his response was to lean forward and look down at my cleavage. I couldn't stop the tingles that had returned to my pussy!  He tilted his head and said, "you know we're going to fuck tonight", it wasn't a question - and my only reply was, "that's why I'm here".

He placed his hand under the table and onto my bare thigh, his fingers reaching under the hem of my very short dress. His eyebrows arched in amusement and he smiled as his fingers reached my bare pussy, stroking my lips and feeling my wetness start to escape.  "You came prepared", he mused and I laughed as I took a sip of my wine and spread my legs, positioning myself with one leg bent on the bench so my exposed and open pussy was facing him. Immediately he slid a finger inside me, gently massaging my g-spot with it as he rubbed my clit with his thumb.  I drew in a deep breath to stop myself from groaning and took another sip of my wine. He asked me my name and I just smiled and said, "let's stay strangers, it's more fun this way". He grinned and nodded once in agreement. He slid his finger out of my wet pussy and I could feel some of my juices dribble down my thigh, he placed his finger in his mouth and seemed pleased with my taste before returning his hand to tease me. Two fingers slid inside me this time,  with more force than before, then a third as he started to massage my g-spot again. I edged closer to him, glancing at the bar and noticed that the barman was fully aware of what was going on and was trying be subtle about getting a better view. My stranger noticed too and slid back a little,  pushing the table to the side just enough that the barman could see under there as he plundered my pussy.  I looked from one man to the other, aware that I was now sitting in a puddle of my own juices. I wanted to leave so I could fuck this man - but I was enjoying being watched. Another man arrived at the bar, his back to us, and the barman went about getting his order. My stranger pulled his fingers out of me and said, "let's go" as he slid out from the table.  I pulled my dress down over my pussy and ass as I too slid out, but I didn't try to hide the wetness on my thighs.  As we headed for the door, we glanced at the barman who called my stranger over.  The talked for just a minute before my stranger nodded and came back to me, taking my hand and guiding me out the door of the pub. "What was that about?", I asked as he guided me around the side of the building. "He told me there are security cameras back here with a live feed to a laptop behind the bar - that he has on now".

We walked around the edge if the building as my stranger looked for the cameras. The security light came on but he didn't even flinch. Finding what he deemed the right spot, he turned to and took hold of the hem of my dress, tugging it up over my head in one movement. He dropped it on a crate to the side and turned me around in a circle so the camera had a good view of my naked body. He stood side on to it and undid his trousers, letting them fall to his ankles. I stepped forward and knelt down on the ground as I pulled down his boxers, his hard cock now only an inch away from my face. I took hold of it with both hands and gently stroked him a few times before taking him in my mouth and teasing him with my tongue. He let out a long groan as he took hold of my hair and set the pace he wanted from me, my tongue caressing his shaft and head as I sucked hard on him. His breath quickened and he pulled back, freeing his cock from my mouth. He helped me up and turned me around before spreading my legs and bending me over. He reached down and pushed two fingers inside me as he fingered my roughly. I pushed back onto his hand, wanting more as he slid another finger inside me. I started to groan loudly as my pussy tingled, my thighs slick with my wetness. He pulled his fingers out of me again, looked around and kicked his trousers off fully before he walked off to get a crate from the side. He placed it in front of the camera and told me sit on it facing the building. I did as instructed and laughed as he pulled my legs apart saying, "let's show him what you have". He stepped to the side and started to stroke my pussy, opening my lips as he looked at the camera. He opened me as wide as could, pinching and tweaking my clit for the camera then siding two fingers into me again. I dropped my head back and groaned, "fuck yes!!", as his fingers pounded my throbbing pussy again. He pulled them out and told me to stand up and bend over the crate. I did exactly that, spreading my legs wide to give the best view I could. My stranger stood facing me and pushed his cock into my mouth. He leaned forward and pulled my ass cheeks apart as he fucked my mouth. I thought about the fact that I was being a complete slut - and about how much I loved it, and I let out another long groan against the delicious hard cock that was currently trying to fill my throat. He pulled out of my mouth and pulled me to the side of the crate, holding my head down with one hand, he guided his cock into me with the other. I let out a cry as he pushed hard into me, filling my dripping wet pussy with his full length.  He pounded me hard and fast, pulling my head back occasionally and letting my boobs bounce wildly in front of me for the camera. As the orgasm began to build inside me, I suddenly wondered if the barman was watching - and if he was enjoying the show as much as I was.  My thoughts cleared as the explosion of the orgasm took over my whole body, my back and limbs going rigid and a long, guttural groan escaping my lips. As my pussy muscles contracted around the hard cock filling it, I could feel it starting to pulse and as hiss escape his lips as he pulled my hair back and emptied himself inside me. He groaned and pulled back, letting my hair go as he pulled out of me.  As I turned around to face him, he grinned as he said, "Thank you for relieving a stressful day.  I'm glad you came in tonight".  I laughed as I walked off to pick up my dress, his cum dribbling down my thighs.  I could hear him pulling on his trousers as I pulled on my dress. When I had finished adjusting myself, I turned around to see him walking towards the front of the pub and all I could do was laugh as how absurd - although very enjoyable - this whole event had been.  Just as I was starting to walk away the back door to the pub opened and the barman stuck his head out and startled me. He chuckled and told me that next time I came in the drinks were on him, and I couldn't help but wonder if that was meant figuratively or literally..