Daily Masturbation Tally: One.
Hours Since Last Fuck: Oh, about 11.
Bra/Panties: Flesh colored lacy bra and thong.

 
It was a mission. To get fucked good by a stranger at a bar. I had been planning it in my head all afternoon, all wet and excited just from the idea of it.

I walked into the bar alone and sat down, next to 3 guys who were deep in conversation. Two of the guys were fairly attractive and I talked kinda loud when I ordered my beer, to make sure they heard me. I sat there thinking about how hot it would be to get all three of them, but decided to stick with the plan, for tonight.

One of the guys turned around and started talking with me. We flirted and eventually, his two friends left to go sit at a table and that's when things really started to heat up. I was giving off signs. Licking my lips, talking about sex whenever I could throw it into conversation. I put my hand on his leg and he looked at me and smiled. He was telling me about his dissertation or something, but I wasn't listening, I would stare down at his crotch and then look back up at him in the eyes and smile. He was beginning to understand. He put his hand on my back and leaned into me as we talked and I started to rub his knee a little. I was getting so fucking hot, just thinking about him fucking me.

Eventually, I couldn't stand it anymore and I leaned into his ear and licked it and asked him... "wanna go to the bathroom with me?" He laughed at first, probably thinking that I was kidding. But, I slid my hand up to his crotch and gently squeezed him. "The bathroom?" he said. He glanced over in the vicinity of the bathroom with a nervous look. He had never done this either, apparently. I nodded and stroked his cock a little more, I could feel it getting harder and I was getting wetter by the minute. "Let's go outside," he said as he got up. I followed him outside the bar and we went back to the parking lot. There are lots of good little hiding places out back of this bar and we ended up about 10 feet from the last car in the parking lot, in the shadow of the building. He put his arms around me to pull me in for a kiss, but I resisted and unzipped his pants and got down on my knees in front of him. I licked up and down the shaft of his cock, getting him nice and wet with my spit. But, I knew that he was already so turned on, so I didn't spend too much time there. I got up and handed him a condom from my purse, pulled my skirt up around my waist, and bent over and grabbed my ankles and told him to fuck me. It took a minute or two for him to get the positioning right, but once he was in my pussy and fucking me, it only took us a couple of minutes to cum. He pulled my hips back into him and his cock was deep inside my pussy. I was moaning out, not caring if anyone was around to see us. Urging him to fuck me harder.

I kept thinking about his friends. How he'd go back inside and tell him how he fucked me out back of the bar and how they'd never believe him. I was thinking how hot it would be if there were watching us. Watching me get fucked like a dirty whore.

We both came almost at the same time, me a little before him. My orgasm shaking around his cock and making him cum immediately. I stood up, pulled my skirt down, picked up my purse and told him thanks, walked to my car and drove home. I was so hot from it, reliving it over and over in my head, the adrenaline, that I fingered myself in the car when I got home too, cumming again, thinking about what a dirty, nasty little slut I've become and excited to do it all again.