“What the hell?” I thought. My cold, just barely sipped from, beer was in my lap. My shorts clinging to me. My brand new perfectly fitted white shorts were clinging to me. “Fuck. Why don’t I wear underwear more often?” I snapped at myself. “What idiot did this? How will I get out of here without anyone noticing this?” I screamed in my head. I looked up and I could not stop my jaw from dropping. All I saw was perfection.
His slightly shaggy dark brown hair, perfectly shaped pink lips, DAMN his piercing blue eyes… nope… DAMNING blue eyes. Tan and towering over me. Ugh and his smell. He smelled of I don’t know what. Man. Just the delicious scent of Man. I inhaled deeply and tried to let on that I thoroughly was pleased with just smelling him let alone what else I would do with him if I had been capable at that moment. I had to look straight up and he damn sure was looking straight down. I didn’t know wether to spread my legs for him to really see through those white shorts to my eveything so I could take full control of this situation or run like the wind. And because I had to thik about it for even a second, I ran.
“I am so sorry! I will buy you another. Bartender!?” is all i heard but it didn’t really compute for me. By now everone that had slipped into the bar during the block party in our tiny little town was looking at us but I couldn’t stop looking at him. The warmth from my sex and the chill from the beer was the only other thing I could think about or feel but I could not look away from him.
“I-I can’t stay” Is all I could muster from my mouth. And then it hit me. This is the mayors son, Shane. “Look at me I’m soaked.” I said as my eyes darted around the bar to see if the audience had went back to their norm. Thankfully they had. I threw a 20 and a 10 on the table and bolted for the door hoping no one could see through my shorts from the back while covering my front with my purse.
“What is wrong with me?” Came from the back of my head loud and clear. I never scared easily but wow I could not help but lick my lips at the thought of Shane. As I collected myself once I was back to my car in the parking garage around the corner I hadn’t even noticed if people saw my soaked shorts or not because I was so distracted and kind of still in a state of surprise because of what had just happened and the slight buzz I had built up from the few beers I had drank without having them dumped on me.
I had full intentions to rush home and shower and change but for some reason I just sat there trying to collect myself and just smiled. Maybe I’m drunker than I thought. Wow. As I replayed it all I thought about how I wished it had really went down in the bar. I couldn’t help but laugh at myself for swooning over Shane so pathetically but if he had just bent down and reached for it, it would have been his. In my car, in the bathroom, hell maybe even right on that piece of crap wobbly table I was sitting at.
As my core twitched I couldn’t help but kind of appreciate the wetness from the spilled drink on me. Looked around and no one was coming in or out of the parking garage. Thought about adjusting my mirrors to have my own back but said “fuck it” out loud, unbuttoned my shorts, slipped them down my hips just enough to see my tan line and touched my already begging clit.
As I pictured this dream of a man having his way with me like I was his little fuck toy in the middle of that tiny bar I went on to slide a finger into my soaking wet pussy and slide it in and out a few times. I looked up because I heard a beep. Someone was parked about 10 cars down in the garage and was locking their car. “Good they’ll walk out the other entrance.” And as they turned in that direction I turned my full attention back to me forgetting the world around me all together. My fingers were soaked with my juices. I had to taste it. Mmm. Yes. I wish I could just use his perfect mouth instead.
I closed my eyes and that was the ticket. I pumped my fingers hungrily for what seemed like just a few seconds making sure the end of my palm hit my clit every time with nothing but purpose and pressure. The next thing I knew my ass was up out of my seat, my back arched, my toes pointed and I came harder than I had in months. All I could do was moan and pant without thought. I shook as I took my other hand away from my throbbing, screaming clit. I hadn’t even realized that I had put my other hand in my shorts until I was done with myself. Oh. My. God. If I came like that with just the thought of Shane, I had to have him. And I had to get home and shower. I put the car in reverse still trying to catch my breath but didn’t dare try to wipe the smile off my face.
“What the hell?” I thought. My cold, just barely sipped from, beer was in my lap. My shorts clinging to me. My brand new perfectly fitted white shorts were clinging to me. “Fuck. Why don’t I wear underwear more often?” I snapped at myself. “What idiot did this? How will I get out of here without anyone noticing this?” I screamed in my head. I looked up and I could not stop my jaw from dropping. All I saw was perfection.
His slightly shaggy dark brown hair, perfectly shaped pink lips, DAMN his piercing blue eyes… nope… DAMNING blue eyes. Tan and towering over me. Ugh and his smell. He smelled of I don’t know what. Man. Just the delicious scent of Man. I inhaled deeply and tried to let on that I thoroughly was pleased with just smelling him let alone what else I would do with him if I had been capable at that moment. I had to look straight up and he damn sure was looking straight down. I didn’t know wether to spread my legs for him to really see through those white shorts to my eveything so I could take full control of this situation or run like the wind. And because I had to thik about it for even a second, I ran.
“I am so sorry! I will buy you another. Bartender!?” is all i heard but it didn’t really compute for me. By now everone that had slipped into the bar during the block party in our tiny little town was looking at us but I couldn’t stop looking at him. The warmth from my sex and the chill from the beer was the only other thing I could think about or feel but I could not look away from him.
“I-I can’t stay” Is all I could muster from my mouth. And then it hit me. This is the mayors son, Shane. “Look at me I’m soaked.” I said as my eyes darted around the bar to see if the audience had went back to their norm. Thankfully they had. I threw a 20 and a 10 on the table and bolted for the door hoping no one could see through my shorts from the back while covering my front with my purse.
“What is wrong with me?” Came from the back of my head loud and clear. I never scared easily but wow I could not help but lick my lips at the thought of Shane. As I collected myself once I was back to my car in the parking garage around the corner I hadn’t even noticed if people saw my soaked shorts or not because I was so distracted and kind of still in a state of surprise because of what had just happened and the slight buzz I had built up from the few beers I had drank without having them dumped on me.
I had full intentions to rush home and shower and change but for some reason I just sat there trying to collect myself and just smiled. Maybe I’m drunker than I thought. Wow. As I replayed it all I thought about how I wished it had really went down in the bar. I couldn’t help but laugh at myself for swooning over Shane so pathetically but if he had just bent down and reached for it, it would have been his. In my car, in the bathroom, hell maybe even right on that piece of crap wobbly table I was sitting at.
As my core twitched I couldn’t help but kind of appreciate the wetness from the spilled drink on me. Looked around and no one was coming in or out of the parking garage. Thought about adjusting my mirrors to have my own back but said “fuck it” outloud, unbuttoned my shorts, slipped them down my hips just enough to see my tan line and touched my already begging clit.
As I pictured this dream of a man having his way with me like I was his little fuck toy in the middle of that tiny bar I went on to slide a finger into my soaking wet pussy and slide it in and out a few times. I looked up bc I heard a beep. Someone was parked about 10 cars down in the garage and was locking their car. “Good they’ll walk out the other enterance.” And as they turned in that direction I turned my full attention back to me forgetting the world around me all together. My fingers were soaked with my juices. I had to taste it. Mmm. Yes. I wish I could just use his perfect mouth instead.
I closed my eyes and that was the ticket. I pumped my fingers hungrily for what seemed like just a few seconds making sure the end of my palm hit my clit every time with nothing but purpose and pressure. The next thing I knew my ass was up out of my seat, my back arched, my toes pointed and I came harder than I had in months. All I could do was moan and pant without thought. I shook as I took my other hand away from my throbbing, screaming clit. I hadn’t even realized that I had put my other hand in my shorts until I was done with myself. Oh. My. God. If I came like that with just the thought of Shane, I had to have him. And I had to get home and shower. I put the car in reverse still trying to catch my breath but didn’t dare try to wipe the smile off my face.