Bar Slut Sexual Adventure Sex with a Stranger ♕

Bar Slut

I am a bar slut. Because I love enjoying surprise sexual adventures with new men, and sex with strangers. I remember once when…

I was just about to leave when I felt a hot breath against my shoulder, and before I could turn he was sitting beside me. He stared into my eyes, transfixing me with his. Then he slowly placed his overcoat around me.

He just kept staring into my eyes. I was scared yet excited all at the same time. He placed one of his large hands on my knee and before I could say anything, he placed a finger to my lips, gesturing for me not to be alarmed.

His hand caressed my knee and the top of my thigh. He then placed his other hand on my other knee and, in unison, his hands caressed my knees and the tops of my legs, his eyes not moving from mine. I was now appreciative of his large overcoat protecting all this from the locals’ view. I felt a sense of excitement, a touch of the naughty girl in me.

His hands kept moving higher with each caress until they reached the top of my stockings. When he touched my bare skin, I felt all hell break loose, my juices started to flow. I was so wet and could feel my nipples harden.

His hands moved to my panties and he placed his thumbs on my pussy. He ran his thumbs along my lips, gently at first and then with ever-increasing pressure, ever so carefully avoiding my clit. My eyes closed with anticipation, each time his thumbs circled the outer edges of my pearl.

This bar slut wanted to explode and my legs started to shake,

All this time his eyes were doing nothing but looking into mine. He removed his hands from under my dress, and my body lurched forward. He closed my legs and squeezed them together. I was so horny and wet, I started squeezing my inner thighs together and slowly sliding my legs in a up and down motion, trying anything to stimulate my swollen clit to orgasm.

I just wanted my aching pussy relieved. My hands clenched the barstool, and the ache in my breasts was almost unbearable, as they seemed to grow larger. My nipples were now being stimulated by my silky dress.

I felt I could not hold on much longer. The anxiety kept building. I wanted it to end, and it took all of my control to stop from fingering myself.

Once again, he ran his hands along my inner thighs and placed his thumbs on my lips. My back started to arch. The cold air rushed to meet my hot, wet cunt, which made me squirm on the stool. He looked at me and shook his head, motioning for me to wait.

I felt his thumbs on my naked cunt, slipping up and down with ease, their pace quickening with every stroke. Then all of a sudden he stopped, and with no warning plunged a thumb all the way into my aching hole and then started rubbing my clit with the other.

This bar slut was so close my hips involuntary swaying.

I bit on the collar of his overcoat, and with a rush of blood from my head, I erupted into an explosive orgasm. I felt my juices flowing, my cunt was dripping wet, and my tits felt like bursting out of my dress. Then this naughty neighbor swayed back and forth on the barstool, my orgasm felt like it would never end. Then…