Free Story – Happy Hour

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Girl goes wild at an after-work “Happy Hour”

By the fourth glass of wine, my pussy was on fire, and I had my hand wrapped around the stiff dick of a stranger. And to make matters worse, he was on a date. She was listening to the band and sipping her drink, completely unaware my hot hand was pumping her guy’s cock to explode.
Things like that may always happen in the bar, but not to me. Believe it or not, I still have my cherry at age twenty-three.
It’s not that I don’t want a hard cock in my tight little pussy; it’s just that I’m usually so damn shy it hurts. I say typically because I pulled out all the stops that night and did what I’d been aching to do for years.

The significant change is due to Jennie. She is beautiful, sexy, and the center of attention in our office. For months, she has begged me to join her after work for a few drinks at her favorite bar. Until last night, I always refused.

The real reason was that I never drank, and I was ashamed to admit it. But that night was different. So when she asked me to come along, I accepted. By the time we arrived, the place was packed. I ordered a glass of wine. Since they were having what Jennie called “Happy Hour,” I was served two large glasses of wine. I liked it. I gulped down both glasses before Jennie had finished her first.

Before long, I began to feel lightheaded and couldn’t stop giggling; everything was funny to me.

Jennie seemed to know every guy because a steady stream of gorgeous dudes soon paraded by our table to speak to Jennie. I noticed that most of them made it a point to look down her loose-fitting top at her braless tits; she made no effort to hide her boobs. Jennie seemed to thrive on the attention.

One guy managed to brush the back of his hand against the side of her tit while they chatted. I watched in amazement as the guy’s dick started to grow before my eyes. I also realized that Jennie knew precisely what she was doing. With him standing beside her chair, his crotch was at eye level. Frequently, she would glance at his bulging crotch and lick her lips.

I felt the crotch of my panties getting damp. Watching my sexy friend in action had me ready to come in my panties. “Wow!” I gasped when the guy walked away. “Does that happen often?”
“That was just a warmup. I’ll dance with him later and finish the job,” she said.

I gave her a confused look. I couldn’t believe that she meant what I was thinking. “Finish? “I stammered.
She giggled. “You know, make him cum in his pants. He loves it. That guy runs around with a permanent hard-on. I love it when his big, hard dick twitches against my leg while he gets his shorts all wet and sticky.”
About that time, the waitress brought another round of drinks. I snatched mine up and swallowed it in one gulp. My cheeks were burning, and my cunt felt like a volcano, ready to erupt at any second.

Before I could recover from Jennie’s confession, one of her friends stopped at our table, introduced himself as Gary, and asked me to dance. And before I could answer, he took my hand and pulled me onto the crowded dance floor.

It was so packed with bodies that it was more like a standing wiggle than a dance. When Gary pushed his crotch against my leg and began rubbing me, my first impulse was to run. I guess the wine gave me the courage to hang around and find out what would happen. So, I put my hands behind his head and pulled myself tightly against him. I rubbed my tits all over him. His reaction both amazed and excited me.
Soon his soft little cock expanded into what felt like a twelve-inch piece of steel pipe. He nuzzled my neck as his hot and heavy breathing sent chills up and down my spine. I shifted my hips so that his cock rested against my pussy. He sucked in his breath and put his hands on my ass, cupping the cheeks gently.

As he applied steady pressure with his hands, pulling my pussy tightly against his throbbing cock, I felt the lips of my pussy begin to unfold. When the shaft of his cock started sliding up and down the sensitive lips, flicking my clit on each stroke, I saw stars.

I held onto his brood shoulders and closed my eyes as I had the best orgasm of my life. I guess my excitement took him over the edge because seconds later, I felt his dick thumping against my clit as he shot off in his pants. The thumping cock sent a new wave of pleasure over my body.

My legs felt like jelly when he brought me back to my seat. He leaned over, kissed my neck, and whispered, “Thanks.”
“Well?” Jennie said, grinning from ear to ear.
‘‘Well, ‘what,’” I replied, unable to control my blushing.
“Did he cum?” she asked.
“Yes!” I gasped, feeling like I might come back from thinking about it.
“The first time is the hardest,” she said. “No pun intended,” she added with a wink.

For the first time in my life, l felt free. I felt like a horny tigress on the prowl for fresh meat. Jennie looked pleased with the transition. “Look, sweetie,” she purred. “I’m gonna have to leave you alone for a while. I have some unfinished business,” she grinned as she got up and walked toward our friend with the permanent hard-on.

I sat there sipping another wine and watching my friend work her magic. She wasn’t rubbing against him; she was humping her pussy against him for all she was worth. Just watching her dry-fuck, the guy had me ready to sneak a hand into my panties. I knew that one little flick and I’d go off like a Roman candle. But two new couples asked to sit at our table before I could work up the courage to do it. One of the guys sat in the chair beside mine.
“I’m Mike,” he smiled, holding his hand out.

“Cyndi,” I stammered, embarrassed by the way my eyes went straight for his crotch. His jeans were so tight that I could easily make out the shape of his cock. I had an almost irresistible urge to touch it, but I didn’t.

I spent the next few minutes trying to get my mind off of my neighbor’s dick and was doing a pretty good job until he put his elbow on the arm of his chair. He let it touch my soft breast. I knew immediately that it was no accident.

I glanced in his direction and pressed a stiff nipple against his bare arm. He was looking directly at me and gave me a sexy smile. Since his date involved watching the crowd, I took his smile as a license to do anything I wanted. I took a long swig of my drink and placed my hand on his knee.
He looked surprised, but his face told me that he loved it as I let my hand crawl slowly up his hard, firm thigh. The sight of his cock swelling under those tight jeans gave me all of the inspiration that I needed to go for broke.

The way we were seated, his date would have had to stand up and lean over to see what my hand was doing in her guy’s lap. When I finally reached his rock-hard cock, it jumped under my hand.
He put his hand over mine and groaned softly. At first, I didn’t move my hand. Just feeling the shape of his long, stiff shaft and mushroom-shaped cockhead was enough to make my body tremble.

I must have sat there for at least ten minutes, just squeezing his twitching tool and enjoying the tingle between my legs before he took a pen out of his pocket and scribbled something on a napkin. He finished the note and slid the napkin in my direction.

At the same time, he slid his chair closer to the table. I did the same and left my hand on his pulsating cock while I read the message: “Unzip my pants,” was what it said, a suggestion that had my heart beating so hard I was afraid it might jump from my chest.

With trembling hands, I fumbled under the table until I located the zipper tab. The soft sound of the zipper sliding down seemed like a roar. I was afraid that at any moment, every head in the place would turn around and look at me with my hand wrapped around Mike’s cock.
Of course, nothing like that happened; luckily, he didn’t wear any underwear. His dick leaped from the opening of his jeans and into my ready hand. The tip was slippery. He was leaking pre-cum like a faucet.

The soft, velvet cockhead was so hot that it burned my fingers as I explored my throbbing new toy. I found myself wishing that he would return the favor and put his hand between my legs, but he seemed content to sit there and let me stroke his beautiful tool.
I was so enthralled with my little game that I didn’t see Jennie return to the table. When I realized that she could see exactly what I was doing to the stranger’s cock under the table, I was more embarrassed than ever before… but not ashamed enough to stop.

I was determined to make this guy shoot off all over the dance floor. So I kept on pumping my hand up and down his throbbing pipe while Jennie watched with a big grin on her face.
Finally, she leaned over and put her lips close to my ear. “Go for it, Cyndi,” she whispered. As she did, she put her hand on my leg, only inches below my tingling twat. My legs opened automatically, inviting her to touch my quivering cunt.

As if she could read my mind, she lifted the hem of my skirt and let her soft, hot hand slip up the inside of my thighs. “Let me give you a hand,” she whispered as her hand moved ever closer to my pussy.

“You are much too tense,” she gasped as her hot breath tickled my neck. “Don’t make him cum until I tell you,” she panted as her skilled fingers crept under the elastic of my panties. When the tip of her wiggling finger slipped into my slick, hot slit, it sent sparks straight to my brain.
Jennie knew precisely what she was doing. She was in complete control as she pushed her finger into my hungry pussy, right up to the second knuckle. Then, she began gently twisting it while her thumb gently stroked my quivering clit.

“Now!” she groaned just before I was ready to scream. “Make him cum now!” Her words set off a chain reaction. My hand jerked madly on Mike’s twitching dick. I watched his cock shoot a stream of cum so strong that it splattered against the underside of the table and showered my hand with scalding seed. And Jennie kept her finger in my pussy and her thumb on my love trigger until Mike’s cock was safely tucked back into his pants.
Later that evening, Jennie and I had a long talk. I guess that I was a little worried because I enjoyed having another woman finger me. She said that it is perfectly normal to enjoy sex—no matter the gender of your partner—and insisted that once I felt a good, hard cock in my pussy, I would know the difference.

If I keep running around with her, I’m sure it won’t be long before I find out. Tonight, she will teach me how good a tongue can be, even if it belongs to another woman!