After getting a bonus at work I decided to go to Manhattan and celebrate that night. None of my friends were available so I hit up a girl who I met on a dating app a few months prior and fell out of touch with. Michelle was still at work but she was going to run home, shower, and promised to get there within the hour.

I had already hella pregamed by the time she showed up, dark hair still wet and clinging to her face in the mid November cool air. She told me that she’s on an empty stomach but then ordered to cocktails at the same time, so I knew we were in for a fun night. After an hour of drinking, toasting, flirting, and light touching, her light green eyes told me that she was ready to get out of there.

As I daintily held her hand and started guiding her out of the bar, Michelle pressed her body against me and kissed my neck. Fuck that was hot. I pushed her up against the wall in the bar and kissed her passionately. Surprisingly nobody disturbed us and now that we already kissed, we decided to stay and tease each other more in the bar.

We got another round of cocktails and Michelle sat back in a corner, her legs slightly spread while I leaned over her with my knee on the seat and kissed her. There was a lot of close eye contact and soft kisses while I looked down at her pretty face and surreptitiously slid my knee further up between her thighs. In fact, I was holding her face in my hands and kissing her when my knee brushed against her pussy for the first time.

The second time, I pressed my knee a bit harder into her jeans, feeling the warmth emanating from her core. Michelle bit her lip and leaned up for me to kiss her again. She wrapped her arms around me and we made out in that quiet corner of the bar with my knee slowly teasing her clit. Pressing in and out, going up and down, slow circles.

As much as I’d like to say that I’m the best kisser on earth, we all know that Michelle’s little moans directly into my mouth were due to the knee pressed into her now drenched pussy. She was wearing jeans and lace panties (as I found out later) but I was still able to feel how hot she was and how much she wanted me.

When I stopped kissing her and just whispered the dirtiest little things into her ear while going in slow circles on her pussy, she knew exactly where I wanted to take her: kingdom cum. Michelle grabbed my arms and pleaded with me, “stop! not here, I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that.” But I wasn’t going to stop, no matter how large and needy her green eyes got. I knew she wouldn’t make a sound, and even if she did, we’ll just leave.

Michelle buried her face in my chest and tried to stay silent as she came. My knee still pressing into her pussy, rubbing her clit in those trustworthy clockwise circles. I felt her body shake and her thighs press tightly together as she rode out the orgasm on my leg. I thought Michelle did a pretty good job of hiding it too, as I barely heard anything and there was music in the bar.

I wrapped my arms around her and kept her pressed into my chest while she caught her breath. When Michelle looked back up at me, face flushed, eyes sparkling- I knew she didn’t regret me pushing her over the edge. I went to kiss her, and her mouth melted into mine, reminding me that nothing is better than affectionate post orgasm kisses.

We sat back and relished the moment, and I think that the sheer amount of times Michelle told me that it was hot as fuck to cum in a bar told me that I had unlocked a new kink for her. While I thought we were being sneaky, a pair of drinks were soon delivered to our table from a couple about 15 feet away from us. They clearly enjoyed the show and we thanked them before we left.

Should I write a part two about our walk through Central Park?