2 comments/ 108597 views/ 6 favorites Girl at the Pub By: coolomon It was so fucking hot. Why didn't we just pick up a case of stubbies and go home? The ladies bar around back looked okay, air-conditioned and nice and cool, but we weren't allowed in without a lady. And my mates were really doing it tough too. Eric's a big guy, and was really sweating it out in the heat. Then there's Brad. He's a bit lighter in build but I've seen him in the change room and fuck he's got a set of balls. He was shuffling around on the bar stool trying to get comfortable. There was only a few ceiling fans moving the sticky, damp air around and we were camped there at the bar of our local pub, along with about fifteen other guys who looked about as interested in moving as we were. I just saw a flash of color then. It was kind of orange or red or something and this young girl, maybe eighteen or so, breezed up to the bar and asked if there was a phone. Well the old barman just gawked at her and pointed, his hairy arm extending and his hand kind of shaking as it directed the girl to a booth over against the wall. And as she turned, every guy in the place sat up and had a look. Fuck she was hot! Her pretty hair not quite touching her sweet young shoulders, which were bare except for a little string that was holding her dress. And that was short! My eyes just clung to her thighs as she walked slowly towards the phone trying to find some coins in her shoulder bag, and as her thighs would part with each step I was trying to imagine what was under that little dress, whether she'd have a sweet little bush or maybe she'd be shaven so I could lick all of her yummy juice off bare skin. I had to shuffle a bit then, pulling at the front of my shorts to make some room, and Eric had turned his back completely and sat leaning against the bar while the pretty little thing talked to whoever it was she was calling. Fuck I hoped she was lost and needed some help! And Brad moved along the bar and chose another stool to get a better view, and I noticed then that she was sort of toying with the leg of the bar stool that was in front of her and with her leg lifted slightly, from where Brad had moved to he would be able to see a little higher up her thigh. That's what the sly dog was up to! The poor little honey had no idea Brad was trying to sneak a bit of a look up her dress. He was fucking grinning too, and I wondered if he could see anything. I ended up cruising down to the end of the bar and joining him but she was still covered. I mean, I think I saw some white up between her legs once but I wasn't sure. And she was talking for ages and smiling and giggling but where she was standing there wasn't even a breeze from the fans and she'd started fiddling with her dress in front. There were a few buttons and my cock started throbbing when she slipped the second one and started kind of flapping the front of her dress to try and get some air, and we could see the roundness of her young breasts all covered in sweat, and it wasn't long before her nipples firmed either. What, with the dress brushing them and the way she was blowing down at her damp skin, we saw them firm up. I couldn't help myself then and had to get a closer look so I ordered a lemon squash and took it over. She just smiled up at me and nodded sweetly, accepting the cold drink with a thank you and I saw her eyes flash down to the bulge in my shorts. She looked away quickly but I'd seen her and her face began to redden as she fiddled with the cover of the phone book and I had a chance to look her over then. She definitely wasn't wearing a bra! Her little dress was damp and clinging to her skin and there were no lines at all. That was the only thing covering those young tities and I paused for a few seconds to make sure she knew I was checking them out before taking a seat at one of those high round tables. I just sat back there on a stool and waited, kind of within hearing range to make sure she would know I was right there. That worked too, because she soon hung up the phone and had no choice but to stop and have her drink with me. We chatted then and she told me how she had been catching up with someone she had met last night, and that she was staying in a Hotel a few blocks away at the beach while holidaying here in Australia. And I liked the way she was sitting there on the stool with her little dress so short and she didn't have her legs crossed either. And then, after catching me looking down at her legs a few times, she started fiddling with a coaster and was staring blankly at it like she was thinking about something else, but she looked so serious and then she started to blush and just leant back a little. Her dress lifted further then and I firmed up instantly. Fuck she was hot! And I waited a few seconds just admiring her sweet young thighs before I reached under the table and lightly pressed against the inner part of her knee, "show me..." I whispered and she went bright red. But her knee was easy to move and that caused her dress to stretch between her thighs and I leant to the side and lowered to have a look. "Hmm... little white ones,' I uttered, though she seemed to be a little flustered and she was just staring at the coaster while I examined her little panties. She just let me! She didn't even try to close her legs. It was like checking if a bitch was on heat, seeing if she was all swollen and ripe, and whether she was ready for all the male dogs to start having turns. She just sat there holding her breath and staring straight down at the coaster while I did what ever, and her little panties had this dampened furrow up the center where they folded up into her slit. And I started thinking about how I was going to get a load up into there later... I heard the guys approaching then and I released her knee, gently moving it back and the guys set up at the table behind me. I could feel them there, lurking, their voices deeper than usual as they grunted to each other and laughed. "What's your name honey?' I asked, meeting your eyes as they finally lifted from the coaster... “Don't worry about theses two behind me," I added, "The big guy, Eric, he's harmless and totally thick. He just wants to look at you close up. And the other guy, Brad, I won't let him do anything okay?" "Are they coming to dinner with us?" you asked hesitantly. "No! just you and me... but they are my mates and we should look after them a little bit." "Look after them?" you echoed, your voice catching in your throat as your face reddened again. I took your hand then and led you past the guys. "Bring us another round," I said to them and led you along the line of men at the bar. They all turned to look you over and I felt your little hand squeezing. There were only two couples in the ladies bar and I chose a couch over the far corner from them. There was a low table in front of it and facing that also were two chairs. We sat down, sinking into the soft couch and with your knees then raised a little I could see the tiny triangle of white. The guys were at the servery window looking over at us. And your knees were pressed together but I was more interested in your breasts. Your dress was still damp and clinging to them and one of the little strings had slipped off your shoulder. You watched my hand lift to it and gently replace it and I felt your moist skin softly as I ran my fingertips along your shoulder and lifted your chin. Your lips were slightly parted and I bent to them, tasting your sweet breath and your soft little moan, and I ran my fingertips back down your neck and lightly brushed over your breast, just touching a nipple with my index finger and pausing to run a slow circle around it as your mouth opened and received me once again, more passionately, yet still with some hesitation and the approach of the guys ended the moment. They placed our drinks and sat back in the two chairs grinning stupidly and I introduced you. We chatted about nothing and anything for a while then, with the guys trying to get a look up your dress whenever they could. Finally the conversation settled and the usual intro stuff had been dispensed with. "So you guys are going out tonight then?" Brad asked, his eyes running from your legs to your breasts quite blatantly, and he sat forward as I placed a hand upon your knee. I didn't answer him and just gently fondled and Eric sat up too. Your cheeks reddened then, as I gently ran my fingertips in a soft circle, and as the guys both stared at my fingers. They knew it was a territory issue though, that I was saying you're mine. "nice legs aye guys..." I teased, just to let them know it was okay to look. They both sat right up then, their necks craning and their eyes wide and focused on the gap between your legs and your fingers were clutching at the soft couch, your hands by your sides and your breathing deep and measured. I could almost hear your heart beating. I turned to you for a second finding your eyes fixed upon the two guys in front of you. "I'll just show them okay..." I said softly, leaning to your ear and breathing into it as I folded your dress up and I could feel your body quivering as I nibbled at your ear lobe and slipped my hand back to your knee and pressed against it. "Just a little look okay..." I breathed into your ear then, my tongue slipping around the inner surface and softly probing as I gently nipped, and as I moved your knee aside, opening your legs and showing you to my mates. You were laying back in the couch by then and your eyes were out of focus, resting half way closed and I sat up to have a look myself. "Fuck me..." was all Brad had to say and Eric was dumbfounded. I had your legs only slightly spread but we could clearly see the contours of your little pussy outlined in the soft, white fabric. And it was damp and clingy and it was obvious that you were shaved. I didn't touch you though. I just softly stroked the length of your inner thigh while the three of us examined you and while you watched us. Eric reached forward after a minute or so and he softly touched the inner of your other knee, and you let him. You seemed to lift, your pelvis rolling slightly as you slipped lower in the couch and your breath sharpened as Eric guided your knee, spreading you. "Careful..." I warned evenly as his hand began to move along you inner thigh and you braced again as your fingers dug into the cushion and as your eyes closed, your body tensing and your little pussy aching to be touched. But Eric's hand stopped, just brushing the soft elastic as he squeezed firmly, pressing deep into your thigh and your eyes opened again but were staring straight up at the ceiling as you gathered another breath. I looked around to be sure no one was watching us play with you. The two couples were talking and paying us no attention and there was no other patrons in the ladies lounge at all. My cock was solid and the guys sat back with their bulges obvious and they were both feeling themselves. You still rested back in the couch but we had let you close your legs and you sat peering innocently up at me, your lips parted and inviting and I tasted them again and worked back around to your ear, breathing into it and nibbling a little again as I slipped my hand up to the next button on your dress. Your soft little hand touched mine, almost in protest I thought, but you didn't try to stop me as I slipped my hand beneath the light fabric and cupped your titie. Your head rocked back again then and I kissed and sucked at your neck, massaging with my tongue and fondling your tight little nipple. And I saw that your legs were open again and that the guys were sitting back working their cocks firmly. Brad's legs were wide and I could see his massive balls bulging, his cock hard and lifting his shorts up, cutting into them. And Eric had unzipped and had his hand inside working his shaft while his eyes were glued to your panties. I lifted my hand higher then and slipped the string from your shoulder, pealing the light fabric and exposing one of your tits, then I found your ear again as I suddenly groped up in between your legs. They splayed and your hips lifted. And I felt up into your hot little hole. You clung to the couch then, your mouth open and I tasted it again as I worked my middle finger into you, pushing the thin soaking material up into your hot, wet pussy. Fuck you were wet! I could feel your juice oozing as I worked beneath the soft inner folds of your little flower, pressing my thumb up beneath the protective layer of flesh and slowly circling your ripe little bulb. You were open and available, sitting there with your legs spread and your tit hanging out, one guy working you over while two others jerked off thinking about how they were going to fuck you. And someone else could walk by anytime but you didn't care. You just ground your sloppy little gash down against my fingers and I worked back around your neck, eating at it, and back up to your ear... "I want you to suck them both off," I breathed, clamping my hand up between your legs, my fingers driving your little panties up inside of you as you bore down. "Here?" you uttered, your voice gone and your sweet little submission was nothing more than a moan. " I want you to let them both cum in your mouth..." I commanded, raking at your dripping little hole as you moaned a little "ah ha" and I suddenly stopped and sat back up, fixing your dress as I helped you up. "Who's first guy's? I'll make sure no one sees while she sucks you off all right!" "Here?" Eric asked, peering around. But he was already close to blowing and I led you around and stood you in front of him, giving him your hand and I sat back to watch. He lowered you, bringing you to your knees and taking the back of your head as he released his big, meaty cock. He pulled you down then, your hands holding to the arms of his chair as he drove it up into your mouth and he lost it immediately, his face contorting and he held still, his hand pressed into the back of your head while his thick, creamy load started pumping up into the back of your throat. And I watched your soft neck gulp at the potent fluid once, then again as you started sucking on him but Brad was getting anxious. He had his cock out and his balls were tightened up. He was ready to cum, and he pulled at your arm, lifting you, and dragging you across, and driving his cock up into your mouth. He only fucked up into you two or three time and held firm. And I'd heard about the massive loads he produces, and remembered that as he held your head still and as I watched your pretty little neck again, gulping down all of his hot, thick spunk, swallowing three or four times before he started rooting and pumping the last of it down your throat. I took your hand then, leading you away while you wiped your mouth on your wrist and there was a stair well out the back where I pushed you back on the stairs. I went straight down on you then, eating you right through your little panties. And I slipped my hands inside each knee and spread you, gobbling your pussy through the soaking wet cotton, ravaging your hot, open gash through the saturated fabric. And I drove my tongue up into the slot where I'd had my fingers and munched at your swollen clit, and when you were clinging to my head and trying to push my face up your hole, and when you were absolutely vibrating, I just pealed your little panties aside and buried my tongue into the slop, eating at your ripe little button while your juices dripped from my chin. And when you were spent and shaking I lapped at you softly, cleaning your thighs and licking the juice from your beautiful, quivering skin while you stroked my hair affectionately. And your mouth was hot and I could taste my mates cum but I lifted and kissed you passionately. And my dick was solid and aching but I wanted to wait… It wasn’t far to your hotel.