If you see a woman in the corner of a bar – coyly sitting atop a bar stool – watch her carefully. That’s what I did, and I must say, the rewards were awesome.
I first clocked her while sitting on a table at the opposite end of the bar. The bar isn’t that big actually, but when I sat there I was surrounded by friends and colleagues. They left a little over ten minutes ago and the only human in my line of sight was her.
She was looking at another couple further down the bar. I kept sipping my beer and glancing from her to them. Occasionally she would pick her glass up and glance in my direction, but I was always ready and avoided her eyes or looked across at the couple, or out of the window and into the distance.
She never caught me. I could only surmise at what she was thinking. But it was dirty whatever it was. The way she squeezed her tongue through her lips; letting it rest on her upper lip for valuable seconds. The way she sucked her cold drink down her neck; letting the bottle ice her nipple on the way back to the bar. The way she would circle her fingers over her sweat stained T-shirt in the vicinity of her erect nipples; making them even harder.
All this was affecting my cock – seriously straining it in the confines of my trousers.
I even caught her leaning on the bar at one point with her arse poised over the stool. I watched her clench her buttocks so hard the fabric of her ripped shorty moved upwards over her thigh. Not that they covered that much anyway.
The other couple were, in all fairness, being romantic with each other. They would kiss each other seductively. They would brush each other’s cheek with the backs of their hands and you could see where they were heading.
But her, she was heading somewhere completely different to them. I realised exactly where she was heading when I noticed the wet patch between her thighs; the cotton fabric was distinctly bluer and much darker than the surrounding. I waited and watched and sure as hell, the dark spot got bigger.
I wondered if she was too engrossed in watching them to actually go to the loo; but there wasn’t enough liquid for that.
I finished my drink. I had made up my mind. She was going to get a piece of it, and in the process, I was going to give her what she so desperately needed.
As I approached the bar, I caught sight of her eyes closing as she squeezed her buttocks. She must have had excellent control of her lower regions to cause that much pleasure. You could see it in her eyes and the way her lips sucked the moisture from the air. Fuck, she was horny.
I walked over to the bar and ordered another cold beer; breaking her view from the couple at the end. I took the beer and walked away from the bar in a curve. Her eyes were closed when I arrived back at her stool, and I could now see her right hand, tucked away under her left; her fingers squeezing her nipple hard as she sucked her stomach inwards.