"Bar None"-stories to make him cum

.... She walked into the crowded bar and scanned the room.... There he was over by the pool table.... he didn't notice her and she was glad.... it gave her a few minutes to pull herself together, to know that she could do whatever came next and not regret it...

The bar was full of people, young and old, single and married, all crushing together in some frantic hope that the world would continue to spin faster and faster, their lives growing wild with the excitement of pressed flesh and hopes of hook ups. Everywhere you looked there were tight jeans, exposed skin, flashy jewelry and tattoos meant to draw the eye of potential sexual partners to a person's most desirable bits. Tramp stamps, belly rings, and body glitter were liberally sprinkled about the bar like fairy dust. She inhaled deeply, settling into the crowd and the noise, at home in this alternate universe of lustful possibilities.

Moving towards the bar, she pushed against the writhing bodies, feeling her loins twitch with desire. Just the feel of skin on skin as she fought towards the counter made the hairs stand up all over body, desire coursing through her veins.

Sliding onto a bar stool, she looked around at the crush of people, taking in the chatter, the laughter, the looks of hunger in the faces of the sexual aroused men and women all longing for a hookup, some brief encounter, greedy hands groping each other in the dim light wanting to experience something that would make life worth living even if only for one night, one stranger at a time.

Looking up, she was startled to see him, there before her, a bar towel in one hand, an impish grin plastered across his boyishly sexy face. God how he made her instantly cream herself, moist and sticky she rubbed her thighs together, adjusted her dress, and rubbed her thighs some more. A mini-orgasm rippled through her clitoris and she couldn't help but lick her lips as she inhaled slightly. Why oh why did the sight of him do this to her every time?

She had been so good about keeping her thoughts and desires to herself and then one long night, tired from work, tired of not knowing where her next fuck was coming from, she had stopped into the bar for a consolatory drink. She vaguely knew the bartender, she had been coming here for years and he had politely served her each time, served her drinks when she wanted him to really service her. Then, close to closing time, a few two many glasses of sangria, a little flirting and the next thing she knew she was on the floor behind the bar making out with the bartender, spilling the fact that for years she had thought him desirable, had dreamed of fucking him.

It had been enticing, the flirting, the kissing, the groping. They had laid behind the bar for what seemed like hours, clutching each other, tongues licking and sucking on delectable bits of flesh. Before she knew it she was stripped down to her bra and panties, his moist lips tracing a path of sizzling kisses from her neck down to her belly button.

She straddled him, pressing her moist cunt up against his jeans. Reaching up to her, he sucked on her nipples through the lacy material of her bra as she rubbed herself back and forth against the zipper of his jeans, feeling her labia engorge, her clit harden as her juices flowed turning her panties into a wet, moist film barely keeping his hard cock from penetrating her. Just as she thought every nerve in her body would explode from wanting him inside her, she couldn't help herself.... she begged him to fuck her, telling him how much she craved his rock hard cock riding back and forth inside her. And then the letdown...

He wanted her too, at least that's what he said, but he had commitments and it just wasn't going to happen that night.... a rain check possibly? He would make it up to her. Stung, she had stopped, quickly putting her skirt and blouse back on. "Sure, no problem, some other time." She gathered her purse, gave him a tentative smile and had fled the bar.... she felt like such a fool. How could she expose herself like that, letting him know how much she wanted him, thinking he wanted her too, but he was a bartender, she should have known better, he was probably like this with lots of women. She had gone home knowing that she could never forget that night, the passion, the disappointment, she had tried so hard to stay away, but finally her resolve had failed her.... after all, he was still cute, she was still hot for him, and he had offered up the possibility of a rain check, so here she was again...

She looked at him as he leaned into her, trying to be heard over the noise. "So, what's your pleasure? Sangria?"...She paused, shook her head, and then said instead, "How about a Mojito?" Nodding he turned to the bottles behind the bar, mixed one up and handed it to her. She took it and slowly sipped. A wash of sweet rum and mint tickled her throat as she swallowed. He had placed a piece of aloe vera in it and she paused to stir up the amber green liquid. He smiled seductively, then turned back to wait upon another customer. Nursing her drink, she slid from the bar and headed towards a booth in a dark corner. Part of her wanted to finish her drink and walk straight out the bar-she wanted to show him that he didn't have such power over her, she was tempted to hunt, to find some sexy guy in the bar to flirt with in front of him, someone she could walk out the door with for a night of no-strings fucking, but she could feel his eyes on her as she crossed the bar and she knew that as long as he might want her, she was his.

The night was long, the number of empty Mojito glasses began to increase as the bar slowly emptied, singles, couples, hopes and dreams and sex walked out the door, but she stayed. At last she was the last person in the bar except for him. Slowly she stood and walked over to the jukebox. Reaching into the pocket of her wraparound dress she pulled out some quarters, plunking them into the machine. Punching the buttons for F8, the disc dropped and Rilo Kiley's "Portions for Foxes" began to shout through the speakers.

Grinning at her choice of music, he stepped from the bar, walked over to her, took her hand and led her to the pool table. Kissing her deeply, tongue flicking over her own, his hands slowly tracing the curves of her body, resting briefly at her round, firm breasts. Reaching towards her, he pulled on the string of her wraparound dress. Her dress fell open exposing her pink, lacy matching bra and panties. Slowly she stepped out of her dress and walking towards him, pressed her body to his feeling his cock harden against her.

Turning her, so that she lent against the edge of the pool table, he kissed her then traced a long path down with his tongue down the length of her body stopping at the top of her panties, inhaling her warm, musky scent. With one hand, he peeled her panties slowly away and spreading her legs, bent down to slowly kiss and lick every inch of her hot, wet cunt. She gasped and leaned back against the pool table, widening her legs. Firmly taking hold of her thighs, he buried himself deeper into her scent, licking and sucking her clit, tenderly biting it, spreading her lips so that his tongue dove deeper into her inner most pleasure. Arching her back she pushed into him, willing his tongue deeper inside, she felt euphoric as her orgasm climaxed and a wet, stream of warm liquid burst forth as he drank her juices.

Moaning with pleasure, her cries of "fuck me, fuck me now" rushing from her lips, he stood, grinning, his face bathed in her sex, slowly undoing the fly of his jeans. Sliding out of his pants, his cock hard and straight, he moved towards her, as his penis entered her, she gasped, wanting him so badly she thought she would faint.

Feeling his firm shaft enter her, she shivered with pleasure. Slowly he began to stroke her, back and forth, back and forth, growing firmer with each movement. Just when she thought she could take it no more, he let out a moan of pleasure as she felt his hot, wet cum fill her to the core. Pulling him on top of her, she pushed against him, willing him to thrust one last time deeply into her before exhaustion and well-deserved pleasure sated him. He looked at her grinning, wrapping his arms around her, kissing her full on the lips, his eyes twinkled...he had wanted this too, it just had to be at the right time, a rain check waiting to be cashed in, a pleasure longed for all the more enticing. A moment to be savored for its ability to make two people feel so alive, so sensual, so right....