With Euros in full swing, I escape to my local pub to watch matches. Instead of going with my usual group of friends today, I decided to head up by myself and set up at the bar. I had spent the entire day hanging out with family, so I needed a couple of hours alone, surrounded by semi drunk strangers all yelling at the same screen of course.

Since my team wasn’t playing today, I decided to keep it neutral and wear a flowy black linen sundress. I had no dog in the fight and I didn’t want to associate with either of the sides. The first 45min went as I assumed it would. I enjoyed a few whiskeys, joked around with the England supporters, and managed to strike up lovely flirty conversation with a very handsome older English gentleman. He had such a delicious accent that had me spinning. I found myself subtly rocking back-and-forth on my bar stool with my legs crossed, stimulating my needy clit as he spoke. I couldn’t help myself. Anyone who hasever read any of my posts knows I will never pass on an opportunity to enjoy a little risky teasing.

My mind was running wild. I couldn’t help but stare at his lips and imagine if he had an eager, experienced and talented tongue. Before my inappropriate thoughts took over, I snapped out of it and excused myself to the restroom.

This pub had a series of fully enclosed private stalls in one genderneutral, collective bathroom. So I knew I was going to have a ton of privacy. Even if it was crammed and every stall was in use, the pub was far too noisy for anyone to know what i planned on getting up to in there.

My hands were practically shaking in anticipation as I locked the stall door behind me. I dropped my panties, lowered myself onto the seat and hiked my dress up, exposing my glistening wet cunt. I immediately began to gently rub my clit. Which caused me to gasp in pleasure.

I keep thinking about my new friend and his hands. When he reached across the bar to grab his drink I noticed that they looked like they had a lifetime of experience. Like they spent decades labouring and creating. I could only imagine what his fingertips would have felt like working my clit instead of my own. How they would have expertly curled inside me. Hitting that sweet spot with precision. That image guided me as I rubbed myself harder, desperately trying to mimic what I wanted him to do to me.

I couldn’t take it anymore, so I plunged two fingers deep inside of my wanton hole, moaning as I pumped them in and out. I was absolutely soaked. My free hand reached up and cupped one of my breasts over my dress, one finger teasing my sensitive nipples “Oh fuck yes!” I groaned

All I could think about is what his body would feel like pressed on mine. Imagining his hard cock straining to escape his jeans, begging for me to pull it out and stroke it…devour it…Mount it. I found my hips bucking against my fingertips subconsciously as I continued to let the scenario run through my depraved mind.

Beads of sweat drip down my forehead. My chest and face warm, my wetness tricking down my thighs. My breathing heavy and quick. I took my hand off my breasts and brought it back down between my legs so I could work both my hungry hole and swollen clit simultaneously. Harder and faster, more feverishly.
My body lifted off the seat as I was practically humping the air. I was so close I was right there…I needed release.

I began to talk dirty. Whispering my inappropriate thoughts to myself is something that always brings me over the edge. “Take that strangers cock inside your filthy whore cunt. Take it raw you dirty slut. Let him fill you up. Let him stretch you out. Let him use your pussy like a flashlight.” These words escaped my lips between suppressed moans. ”Fuck yes take it! Take it you cock hungry bitch. Grip his cock with your tight wet pussy. Milk his bare cock inside you!”

Before I could finish my thoughts, I was Ready to cum. My body shook and convulsed as I let go completely. Biting my lip, trying not to scream.

I’m fucking cumming!. I’m fucking cumming on that fat cock” I cried.

From that point on it was a blur like I almost blacked out. I had to catch my breath, whiping the sweat off my brow…and licking the juices off my finger tips. I took a few minutes to collect myself before washing my hands and heading back to my seat.

The handsome older gentleman was still there and welcomed me back warmly. I wonder if he had any idea that he just inspired that delicious orgasm.