Another story about drunk sex in public

Apparently, it happens a lot. Maybe I should ask a psychiatrist about that.

It was a nice pub, European style. Kind of place you go for drinks with your friends and watch unusual games like rugby or hockey or that thing USA calls football. Beautiful people around, but no one we knew. At least not that I had seen.

We've been sitting there all night having drinks and snacks with  some friends that had left us by then. We got distracted with each other at the table, he was telling some funny story that happened to him last spring, and we ended up deciding to have one more drink.  I really can't recall the conversation (I tend to imagine it was about some common friend that almost chopped off his dick on the sliding door of a van, or so ).

Well, thing is that at some point the conversation started to get lewd. Who knows who started that, I just have pretty much no self control when he's around. I can't  pretend I'm not interested. 

I feel a heatwave down below, and pulled him closer for a kiss. He corresponded with the same passion and I could clearly feel the silky string getting wet between my legs. I wanted so bad to spread it, but we were in a public place, of course I wouldn't do it. I just confessed it to him, in a whisper close to his ear.

"I think you should do it." -he encouraged me, holding one of my knees with that big hands that could sure handle me in many ways.

"One can think you're abusing a drunk woman"

"I think I am, actually" - he smiled- that motherfucker dirty smile! - without stop kisdsing me. I could feel I was kinda exposed, as if I was drunkier than I actually was, and had no conscience of my stance.

"Feels better?" -he asks, that voice teasing my ear. I nod and moan in accordance. I don't really want to stop kissing him, not sure if I'd like to open my eyes and realize we weren't alone and there's at least three or four federal laws against what we were doing, that we could go to jail, that someone must film it and put it online, send the pictures to my family, coworkers, University colleagues, my friends...(well, I think my friends wouldn't be that shocked ).

"You think too much" - he whispers in my ear -"It's just a fantasy, we're not even here."

I bet he felt my legs relaxing, one to each side. And kissed me deeper. I eagered to have his fingers in me, but his both hands were busy, softly caressing my breasts from over the blouse.

His tongue moving inside my mouth and his firm hands provoking my tits were driving me crazy. My pussy was sure ready, still he didn't touch it, and I moaned a little louder, revolving my hips a bit to make clear I wanted some attention down there.

He started playing with my panties. Pulling it aside, out, inside even. I was soaked. At last, he covered my pussy the better he could with the white lacey mini-string I was wearing (that was already turned transparent of soaking on pussy juice). 

He kept teasing me, in between my butt cheeks. Massaging my ass with my own moist, lubing it to slide a finger smoothly in.

"For how long have your pussy been missing a fuck..?"

"Over a hundred days, since you last pounded it with your cock.."

"But your asshole seem to be taking quite a lot..." - he was shoving two fingers alternatedly slowly in and out. Felt so good I moved my hips around, pressing it against the invader hand, trying to swallow it deeper.

"Will this slutty ass take two fingers at same time..?" 

"Will have to try and find out.."  - And with this permission he started forcing my asshole. I tried to relax the more I could to enjoy that ride through spectrum of pleasure and pain.

That was making me so drooling wet. My pussy was so envious, while he was testing my ass. I let my hand check out his crotch, and of course it's easy to feel his hard rock cock struggling inside the pants and underwear...

"I need to have you fucking me right now..!" - I was almost begging, ripping off his pants and sitting on him right there. I guess the situation had gone far over control. "Its a quite dark corner..."

There couldn't be much preparation, I just freed his pulsating dick and had to hold my impulses of sucking it. Almost all at once, I let it disappear into my ass, sitting on Red's lap, leaning a bit over the table as if very interested on the live jazz trio that was performing on the small stage. That hot meat was throbbing inside me as I moved my hips in the rythm of the music. He leaned over and started playing my pussy in the rythm, too.

"I can't hold much longer" - he said

"Me neither".

As the music got faster, I twerk'd against his cock, deep and skippy. His fingers went more intense, too. He was too deep into my ass, I'd have to make him cum first, because if I reached the orgasm before he did, my gapped asshole would start to feel.

A few hard sits on daddy's lap, and I could feel him spilling a heavy, warm load inside my ass. And when I felt it, I couldn't hold any longer.

I came, and I squirted, I couldn't hold that creampie, and I accidentally banged on the table and spilt our drinks. The mess was complete. Not only people looked, but the waiters rushed to notice there was a spill. We laughed. Red still had his pants opened when I noticed the cleaning agent approaching.

"Come on...let's go out for a cigarette!" - I suggested.