Excited by watching her neighbor, she needs distraction and sex. The best sex is the most dangerous and her ex is the danger in himself.
I park at a distance from the bar.
Antonio can think I live in the city or on the moon. I don't let him find out my address or the license plate number of my car.
I enter the bar and walk towards the counter without looking around. I don't want to discover Antonio. I want him to discover me.
Premature eye contact would only spoil the fun.
I sit down on a round bar stool, but only with one buttock.
I have long, shapely legs, and even though my black pumps are only 7 centimeters high, they never fail to make an impact. I lean lightly on the counter with my left hand and let my right leg dangle just above the floor.
I'm not worried about being overlooked.
No straight man will overlook my long blonde hair and the naked flesh that dangles invitingly above the floor. Men just see it even if they're not interested, just like I immediately notice a spider in a room.
It's genetic.
Antonio is a born predator. Not only would he notice it, but he would also immediately make sure that the prey doesn't get away from him and that everyone sees that it belongs to him.
I briefly ask myself what will happen first.
Does he recognize me first, or does he instinctively go on the prowl before he sees who he has in front of him?
The barman brings me my coke, which I immediately empty halfway. It's far too sweet and very cold, which is exactly what I need at the moment.
In the mirror behind the bar, I see my own distorted image and the movement behind me.
I feel him more than I see him as he steps behind me.
I sip from my glass to hide the grin I can't possibly keep from appearing on my face.
Antonio is a bear of a man, and as he stands behind my bar stool, he shields me from the rest of the room.
Our eyes meet in the mirror in front of me, and then he comes even closer to me.
“Long time, no see,” he says in a deep, velvety voice, and I feel his left hand on my hip.
“I'm waiting for someone,” I reply dismissively and move away from him a little. The bartender looks at us, and I smile at him.
“Your wait is over,” says Antonio, and now his right hand is on my thigh. I know what's coming because we've done it a few times before.
“Antonio...” I start to protest, but his fingers move higher, and the hand around my waist holds me in place.
I feel the wave of excitement that passes from him to me. His hands are huge, and he can wrap them completely around my waist.
I look like a child against his 1.95 cm and 120 kilos.
His fingers wander under my short skirt, and I can hardly wait until he reaches my middle.
Slowly he shifts his position to my right, and I feel his flesh on mine. He is now standing over my right shoulder, and his finger makes me flinch as he strokes my pussy.
“Still not a friend of underwear?” He asks playfully, and I lift my head to look him straight in the face.
“A...”, I start to speak, but he comes so close to me with his face that I lose the thread and forget what I wanted to say.
At the same time, I feel his second finger touching my labia and imagine I can smell the excitement in his breath, which smells faintly of whisky.
“Are you going to cancel your date yourself, or should we show him how to get you in the mood?” I love this moment before I feel his fingers on my clit and know that my cheeks have already told him how hot I am.
He slowly and agonizingly feels inside and touches my clit very gently.
He knows how much I hate it and how impatiently I wait to have his fingers deep inside me.
He lightly dips the tip of his finger into my hot center, and I feel the need to slide off the chair so he can go deeper.
“I know the owner of the bar. I bet he wouldn't kick us out if I sat you down on the bar and ate your sweet little cunt in front of all the customers,” he whispers, and my body wants to explode with heat. Our dream.
Antonio and I had an unfulfilled sex dream that we wanted to live out. This is exactly how it would play out.
Antonio would sit me on the counter, push my thighs apart, and slowly kiss me from the knee up to my pussy in front of everyone. Then he would lick me while the guests would come closer to have a closer look. Maybe one or two of them would touch my tits or hold my thighs for Antonio.
The obvious problem with such a scenario was the police that some idiot would get sooner or later.
We thought about going to a bar where definitely no one would call the police, but doing it in a rocker pub would have other side effects, and Antonio might have to share me.
Even though the prospect of a gangbang sent shivers of excitement through my willing body, it is absolutely unacceptable for Antonio. He wouldn't share me if he couldn't control the situation 100% and couldn't be sure that whoever was fucking me with his permission was following his instructions. So it remained a dream that we mentioned almost every time we visited a bar.
Antonio presses his finger on my clit, and I lean my body against his.
His finger rubs against my clit and robs me of my senses as he pushes it deeper inside me.
I think our dream could soon come true for me if I played my cards well against Simon when I realized the meaning of the words Antonio murmurs to me.
“There's a back room here, and my buddy will let me fuck you in there for sure. It could just be that he wants to watch."
My brain just shuts down with the pleasure and excitement flooding my body, so I follow Antonio without resistance as he takes me by the hand and leads me into the back room.
His fingers, intertwined with mine, are wet with my juice.
A couch that has seen better days stands against a wall to the side of the desk where a man sits staring at his cell phone.
“Do you mind if I use the couch, bro? Antonio asks as he enters the room. “I've got a really hungry pussy here who can't wait.” The man behind the desk is around 50 and wears a suit. He grins broadly and looks at me hungrily.
“I've got work to do,” he says to Antonio, devouring me with his gaze.
“She won't be very loud,” Antonio says and leads me to the couch. Then he kisses me as he lifts up my skirt, and I stand there from the waist down in just my pumps.
A cold breeze cools my heated pussy.
The kiss is great.
Antonio takes complete possession of my lips; my tongue and even my teeth seem to enjoy the sucking and licking.
What he does here with my mouth he will do later with my pussy.
A complete and unapologetic possession is happening inside of my mouth while he lets my short leather jacket slide over my shoulders and fall to the floor.
I put my arms around his neck and suck greedily on his mouth.
He tastes like whisky. I don't drink alcohol, but it drives me absolutely wild to taste whisky on Antonio's lips.
He grabs my ass and lifts me up. My legs wrap around his enormous middle, and in addition to the breathtaking kiss, I feel his fingers on my anus and pussy.
I savor the moment to the full as I notice that the man at the desk moves his chair to the side so I can see better.
My fingers claw into Antonio's hair, and I moan into his mouth over and over again as he teases my ass and pussy.
Almost gently, he lays me down on the couch, spreads my legs, and looks me up and down.
“I see you've missed me too, little whore,” he says complacently and lowers his head between my legs.
His tongue licks slowly over my outer labia, and I arch my back to feel more.
“She can't wait, and she tastes delicious,” he says to his friend. “I lick her until she screams, then I fuck her twitching cunt. She's so tight after she comes.”
Antonio opens my already greedily open thighs even wider and licks with his tongue from my anus to the front of my pussy.
He groans, and the man at the desk groans with him.
Then I feel his thumbs opening me up, and I could already scream. He pulls my labia apart, and the tip of his tongue plays with my clit.
I hear a prolonged moan and recognize it as my own.
As his tongue presses harder against my clit and then slides inside me,
I feel the orgasm coming. The man at the desk already has his hand inside his suit trousers.
“You're going to come for me, little whore, and then I'm going to fuck your wet cunt until you have my whole load inside you.”
His finger goes deep inside me, and his lips suck my clit into his mouth.
I scream out.
I can't stop the scream of pleasure, and I can't control it.
My orgasm floods me like a tsunami and takes me over.
Antonio sucks and gropes and presses, and I jerk, scream, moan, and come in an explosion of cumulative sexual energy from the last few days, weeks, and months.
His mouth disappears, but I am far from finished. My pussy twitches and welcomes his hard cock as it rams into me with a hard jolt. My orgasm continues and rolls over me, and Antonio pumps into me like crazy.
He has obviously missed me too.
The man at the desk already has his cock out and is working it feverishly with his hand.
My orgasm slowly subsides as he focuses his eyes on my face.
I smile with satisfaction, and that gives him the rest. He comes, and his cock squirts load after load into and next to the handkerchief he is holding.
He moans and squirms on his chair, and I can't take my eyes off his squirting cock.
Antonio obviously doesn't know what to look at either. His squirting boyfriend, or his cock pumping balls deep into my tight pussy.
“YES! FUCK! YES!” he moans above me, and I feel his cock explode hotly inside me.
The man at the desk is already cleaning himself up, his eyes on us, while Antonio's cock is still moving inside me as if on its own.
When Antonio is finally able to roll off me and get to his feet, he helps me up, and I go into the bathroom to freshen up before we go for a drink.
On wobbly legs, with my hair all tousled and Antonio's cum threatening to flow down my legs, I walk out of the room, my jacket in hand.
The night is pleasantly cool as I step out of the bar.
The bathroom is not so important.
I just wanted to get out of the bar before Antonio returned to his senses.
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