If the inner thigh is the most sensitive then that is where I’ll live. Then erect a house of small pecks and light grazing. In this moment I wish your thoughts grew still and instead hear the murmurings of the other patrons.

“Will the store still be open for cat food?”

“How many drinks have I had?”

“Our sordid affair will burn hotter than fire. Engulf the room in flames.”

And if you were a clairvoyant would you imagine me as the utterer? If you can read my mind dearest stranger lower the right strap of your floral sundress slightly. Shift the weight in your hips because you bear too much beauty. Let the cool fabric fan with momentum. Stretch upwards and point your breasts towards the ceiling.

 Looking around at the players in this bar there is none wiser to my deviancy. The frequent swimmers facedown in lined up neat whiskey shots. A bartender with the grace of a ballerina and the purposeful movements of a quarterback. A silent TV in the corner showing sports highlights being interrogated by a young man’s eyes while his partner feebly tries to pull him away.  You on the other side of the room. A tall table and chair frame your form perfectly with a hint of legs bouncing restlessly as you yourself thumb through a book. I am in a booth filming this moment with lust.

If I unzipped my pants and took out my cock no one would notice. It’s pulsing and stretching. Yearning for a freedom. While undressing you with my perverse gaze I unsheathe my sword. Without a touch it starts to quiver adjusting to the ambient temperature. A minuscule drop of pre-ejaculate slides down the shaft. I take my thumb and place it at the base. Then wrap slowly around as if I was counting to four. It’s firm in my hand. At this moment your right strap of your sundress slips ever so slightly revealing a peach bra strap. Your legs stretch open revealing a brief but tantalizing glimpse of darkness betwixt. They close and you cross your legs and shift to a more comfortable position. 

How can I redirect your interest from a philosophical treatise to a more rousing subject? Should I knock my drink over? Clear my throat? I’ll treat my thick cock as a timepiece and ask you for the time. It’s hot and heavy in my hand. Wetness now dripping considerably. The head is glistening and I can only imagine reflective in the dim light. If I lined it up facing you would you see a silhouette of an engorged dick? Perhaps boldness is a valued trait of hers. I must know. I must talk with her. If I sit here any longer with fantasies fluttering I’ll orgasm sans hands.

I slide myself out of the booth with my member exposed. My dowsing rod begins to lead me to drink. Time flew by and I was already at her table at attention. Hungry. Ravenous. I try to open my mouth but it is dry and the words stick to the roof my mouth. She notices my presence and gives me a wry smile.

“I don’t need to be a mind reader to know you’ve been staring at me for a half hour.”

With those spoken words I nearly spurted all over her lap but instead a neat line of pre-ejaculate drips onto the floor.

“I’m.. I’m…” I stammer.

She smiles again and raises her index finger to her mouth. Then with that finger she takes it beneath the table. I hear a slick wet sound as our eyes are locked in place. Then it emerges and comes to my lips. I can taste the sweet juices of her pussy. I still cannot speak and even now am more paralyzed then before.

“Now you’ll take that cock of yours and cum on my lap. Then you’ll turn around. Leave. And I’ll finish my book.” She was stern and still demanding eye contact. Slowly she swiveled in her seat as if to straddle my standing position. In the periphery of my vision I can see her slide her dress up. I tried stealing a glance.

“No looking. Just cum for me daddy.” She stops looking at me and returns to her book. Legs spread. Inviting.

My whole body is shivering. There is a volcano burbling at waist line. I want to soak in the moment. I want to jerk off in slow motion and watch load after load follow a trajectory between her legs. I grip my cock gently and begin to stroke it. Savoring each second as I bathe in fantasy. I summoned every fiber in my being to slow the passage of time. Inhaled a deep breath to stretch thirty seconds into minutes. But those precious seconds will burn forever in my memory. 

I can’t hold it in anymore. My cock is slippery. A low grunt followed by streams of semen. Shotgun blast after blast of hot sticky cum fly to their intended target. My whole body is shaking. I’m unsure if my legs will even carry me out.

Without looking up from her book she whispers “Thank you daddy.” Then closes her legs and swivels back to her original seating. I zip up my pants and quietly exit the bar.

my apologies for the messy formatting. Reddit mobile is awful