Sex at the counter of the bar
That day had been a long day at work.
Meetings, goals to meet, more meetings and more goals and projects to deliver. By the time we finished the last meeting I was exhausted and went to my office to finish checking my schedule to see what I had to do the next day.
“Shall we go for a drink? It’s been a busy day today,” Robert said as he stopped at my office door.
I looked at him for a second. I thought about saying no and going home, but I needed a drink to sleep better, so why not.
We left the building together and went to the nearest bar, which the company folks always gathered for a few meetings and happy hours.
We sat at the bar counter.
I took off my coat and hung my bag under the counter. Robert sat next to me.
The bar was full and we watched the movement.
We talked about the last meeting, which he had also attended and which had been the most exhausting.
“I don’t understand why John puts deadlines on projects so short. It’s very difficult to stick to them,” he said as he took a sip of his whiskey.
Whiskey on ice, that’s how Robert drank it. Nothing worse to take away the true taste of the drink.
I drink my gin straight, I love straight drinks, without adding anything, I never liked mixing drinks or putting ice in them, you end up losing the true flavor of the drink.
“He is good at what he does, no wonder he is the director of the company”
“You like him”
“It’s not a matter of liking but of understanding the work of the other, Robert”
“But you approve of the deadlines he gives us”
“They are short but doable”
Another round of drinks.
I’m not too strong for alcohol, I confess. In the second round I already started to feel the heat so I opened a button on my shirt.
“It’s hot?”
“Let’s change the subject! Enough about work! How are things at your house?”
“Not very well! I’m splitting up!”
“Sorry for asking”
“No, it’s ok, she was the one who wanted it… she caught me texting with Lucy, like hot texts”
“Your secretary?”
“Yes, and not only with Lucy, she discovered my betrayals since we were dating”
“Oh Gosh”
“I can’t be faithful… I… have a problem”
“What problem?”
“I don’t know if I should say”
“Now you will, Robert”
“I can’t do without sex”
I let out a loud laugh and some people looked at me.
“I’m not kidding, it’s a problem”
“Are you saying you need to have sex every day?”
“Ahh… sometimes more than once”
This time I got serious. He was really telling the truth. For the first time that night during that drink I relaxed. I didn’t criticise his whiskey on ice and looked him in the eye. I felt my pussy throb and my panties get slightly wet.
“Tell me more about your problem”
“I’ve been like this since I was 18, I can’t live without it”
I felt the nipples of my breasts harden. “And I imagine you don’t care where you fuck”
“That’s what matters the least when you’re dying to fuck someone”
“It’s true! Like the bathroom here at the bar or even this counter, isn’t it?”
He let out a laugh. “You know how it works”
“Of course I know”. I placed my hand on his thigh and slid it down to his crotch. “I just hope you’re as horny as I am right now,” I whispered in his ear.
Yes he was.
His hand slipped under my skirt and I felt his fingers enter my vagina. I was soaked by this time.
The bar was more crowded and people were crowding the counter to order their drinks. It seems that the more people there are, the less they notice things.
I unzipped his zipper and stroked his cock.
A woman bumped into me while ordering her drinks.
“I think you better come closer,” he said.
I got up and sat between his legs facing the counter and with my back to him. Robert unzipped my skirt until he could grab and open my ass cheeks to put his cock in between. I couldn’t move much. I looked around to see if anyone was watching but didn’t notice anyone, unfortunately. I got very horny just thinking that there could be someone there seeing everything.
I squeezed my tight anus so that his cock pushed deeper inside me. His fingers were still in my pussy.
“I’m going to cum on you all”
I wanted to moan out loud but I couldn’t. I just felt his cum running down my legs.
He took his cock out of me right away. Then the waiter came right after, “Do you want anything else?”
“One more round, please,” I said.
I continued for a few minutes with my back to Robert drinking my gin at the counter, the bar was too full and I couldn’t go back to my seat.
As we left the bar, John, the company director, was sitting by the door. “Hello, I saw you were sitting at the counter but I didn’t want to interrupt you.”
I looked at Robert and we laughed. Sure he had seen it all.
The next day he would be the one I would have to please, probably in his office kneeling between his legs.
