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The Pub

By: Maximus~the~great



The wind howls, and despite my thick woolen knit, cuts to the bone. I didn't think that spring could be this cold, but in ever spent a spring in the highlands before.

Hurriedly I walk down the graveled path. The lead lined window in the door, soft glazed like morning frost, lets me see the light and movement on the other side. Taking hold of the handle, brass, cold and smooth from wear, a lions head carved there, faded from time. As I tug, I am surprised by the weight, though I shouldn't be, things here are made to last.

The door, with its' slow arc, allows a wave of sensations to hit me, all at once. The glare from the fire place, the smell of pipe smoke, a bevy of little sounds, glasses put to table top, mixed conversations, the chatter, the murmurs, even the sound of a dart missing its' mark and the colorful vocabulary of its' thrower.

Now with a room of eyes on me, I enter. A moment of silence passes. They are wary of new comers as well as curious, but to show interest just wouldn't do.....for most that is.

After making my way to the bar, I take a seat. The bar itself is a magnificent piece of work. Solid

and strong, oak with a dark stain, a mix of browns and the deepest of reds, likes the shade of sweet wines. I marvel at the smoothness...undoubtedly caused by many a year of use, endless supply of drink passed over her, patrons dating before the century leaning against the rail.

Realizing at this point, that there is in fact someone standing opposite me, behind the bar. Raising my eyes slowly, in doing so, I first find a lovely set of bosom, causing me to blush. Perhaps it was that I may have lingered at this point too much, but I was committed.

Going past a delicate neckline, coming to the tip of her chin, feeling my face flush, following the lines and contours of the outline of her face, curved cheeks, full lips, a dainty nose and a set of eyes that take my breath away.

If I had a chill before, it was now long forgotten. What is more pleasing ...I think ...is her own reaction is not unlike my own. Both of us, captivated in each others stare.

Now I should hear what is going on around me, but I am now deaf. It is only when someone bumps in to me do I snap out of my reverie. It's when she breaks from hers.

By this point there are quite a few thirsty lads at the bar, vying for her attention, be it for drink or otherwise.

I sit there and watch, how she moves confidently around the bar, her hands reaching out, not looking but finding whatever she needs, effortlessly mixing drinks, pouring pints, keeping three or four conversations going on at once, even telling a quick joke. All this time declining the certain interests of the patrons in a rather polite manner.

I observe her professionalism, but my feelings take

in so much more. Wondering what those long legs look like, noting the curve of her bottom, though her hair is up, tied back, I have images of her in a more relaxed state.

Every so often, she turns back her head to take a quick glance, followed by a little grin, even a friendly wink.

With her usual patrons sated for the moment, she nears, giving me the sweetest smile I have ever received. Putting her hand out, so lithe and delicate, I take it in to mine, noting how warm it is, how soft.

"Hello" her voice is like a melody.

Dumbfounded and in awe I do manage a simple hello. After almost a full minute, we both realize that not only are we back to staring in to each others eyes, losing ourselves, and that we haven't said another word, we also haven't stopped holding hands.

Another embarrassed moment for us both, we take a minute to introduce ourselves. When she tells me her name, I feel bubbly sensation, she truly fits the name, kind of like the wee folk that are supposed to inhabit this mystical land. Happily though this princess is very real. And by the looks of it, she likes my name too.

As the hours pass, we exchange brief comments and long knowing looks. At last call, it is only she and I left. She, who works odd hours, and I, still on eastern time, both realize that neither are tired or tipsy (as she was too busy with patrons to drink and I was too occupied watching her).

Upon stepping out the door, we look to each other. Then motions for me to get in the car. She tells me it'll take a minute for the engine to warm up ( a minute...a hour I don't care so long as I'm here)

After sometime and a series of turns on a winding road. No street lights, with a heavy mist on a moonless night. Only the pale illumination from the dashboard... but still it was enough to appear as a heavenly glow on her.

The next thing I know, the car stops and she shuts off the engine....now in darkness....eyes adjusting.

Where ever we are, we must be higher than before, because of the lack of mist. Looking out in to the night sky. A delicate blend of black mixed with the deepest blues. Spanning the heavens....sprinkled with scores of stars.

Looking back to my host, our eyes adjusted to what little light there was. I can see her, an amazingly radiant outline.

She then asked if I had yet to see a Scottish sunrise, I replied that she was the only sunlight I had seen since I've gotten here.

A soft smile forms from her. As she now shifts her body over to mine, sitting in my lap. Her legs resting on her seat, her back against my door, and our eyes at each other. 

Her hands in my jacket, now rest on my wool knit sweater. One of my hands is on her hip, and the other slips up the side of her neck, my fingertips caressing, my thumb softly stroking her chin.

Drawing closer, opposite cheeks brushing against one another noses grazing, eyes locked, breathing each other in. Eyelids finally coming to a close when lips touch, velvet smooth, pressed together, hot.

Hands busy themselves, pulling each others jackets off. I can feel her hands slipping under my sweater, open palms pressed to my chest, as our lips part, exploring tongues pass over each other, gliding, savoring. Soft moans escaping, our hunger builds. From her hip, my hand travels up and over the thin material of her blouse. Gently cupping her ample bosom, caressing the fullness, getting a chill from her uttering a sigh of pleasure. Attentive fingers drifting over and over, while my thumb strokes the ever hardening nipple.

Breaking free from her lips, traveling over her, leaving a trail of kisses, nuzzling her neck, she can feel my breath, then turns exposing more of her flesh for me. Moving up to the ear lobe, first biting playfully, nibbling, tugging, letting my lips envelope it, suckling like a sweet piece of candy, savoring it.

Both of us breathing heavier. I am able to hear her whisper "...wait..."

Immediately I stop, pulling from her slightly, a puzzled look on my face, wondering if I did something wrong.

I follow her eyes out to what she is watching...out there...into the darkness. The midnight blue dusted with diamonds is fading to a lush purple right before my eyes. The approaching sunrise rolling in like a tide, it's imagery makes me think I should be hearing it like a stampede or a roar...but it is the serenity that makes it so powerful.

The lavender, now laced with waves of fuchsia and pink. Each moment...I can see more and more of the terrain. We are atop a mountain. Now on this ridge, looking out, seeing a few other peaks emerging from a sea of mist.

Speechless, we bare witness to the crest of a golden arc. A honey like hue washes over each point....every peak. The light flows over the surface, spilling in to every nook and crag, ushering away the night. 

Unconsciously, our hands find one another, fingers interlocked, squeezing tightly, trying to become one.

When I find the strength to break free from this scene, only to behold this vision, basking in the glorious light, watching how it dance over her features. I am breathless.

She simply stares out mesmerized by its beauty, as I am by hers. It is then....only then, when I see the single tear trailing over her perfect cheek. captivated, I manage an almost inaudible "...my god..." 

I reach out to touch that cheek, to wipe away that tear, but more to make sure that this apparition that has enspelled me, is real. I am repaid with her warm smile and we share a light laugh. The sun is up, a new day has begun. 

Starting the engine, and in silence we drove down the mountain, speaking only with glances and grins. Sadly the fact that I had to be at work in a few hours sunk in. Eventually she dropped me off at the cottage I'm staying in.

After sharing a very warm kiss, finding ourselves smiling and marveling at each other. She broke the silence, she more purred than spoke "...Go and rest, you're going to need it, it's going to be a long night"

"Long night?....you're working tonight?"

To my relief she responded with a flash of her sparkling eyes and the edges of her lips curling in to a wicked little grin "No... I'm off tonight." followed by a sly wink " I'll pick you up at eight."

Returning her smile as she drove off...pondering her wise words... I am going to need my rest for tonight.

The Pub



Edited by kanga40

He stumbled down the walkway, mumbling to himself, slightly swaying from side to side. Although expensively dressed, the suit was wrinkled, the tie hung loosely on his neck, a day growth of facial hair apparent, hair ruffled, eyes blood shot from excessive alcohol, but he had a smile on his handsome face.

He had appeared from an alley behind “The Pub,” a local drinking hole, were he stopped once or twice a week for a drink with the locals. He was, a respected executive, in a local firm, who enjoyed the banter with the “blue collar” friends that he grew up with.

But why would he be smiling you wonder. Let me start at the beginning. My name is Joe. I’m the bartender at “The Pub,” a friendly down to earth bar, catering mostly to the local blue collar workers, the exception being John, a highly regarded professional.

John has been a regular for years, stopping by mostly on Fridays to have a few drinks. He is a rather handsome man, no wrinkles for his age, not a very tall man, maybe a few inches less than 6ft., sandy hair, with a touch of white at the temple, piercing blue eyes, neatly trimmed moustache, well groomed and dressed. John never stayed more than an hour or so, enjoying the company of his friends. When a guy was down on his luck, he would often buy a round or two, that is just the way he is. We don’t have very many ladies stop by, but there are a few, and most were attracted to him right away. He is always polite and friendly, but that’s as far as it ever went, you see, John is happily married and loves his wife. The thought of straying never entered his mind, that’s just the way he is. He took a lot of ribbing from his friends over it, but if I heard it once, I heard it a thousand times. “Boys, I got the best, why screw with the rest.”

If he had one fault, it would be his devotion to his job and company. He worked long hours at times, was gone on business trips a few times a month, but provided his family with all their needs. One day it all blew up in his face.

He had felt a little guilty of neglecting his wife, so decided to call her and tell her to get ready, he would take her out on the town for dinner, dancing, the whole works. The phone rang, but no answer. Thinking that she may have gone shopping, he didn’t give it a second thought, deciding to wait until he got home.

And that, my friend, is where it all began. As he entered the side door, from the garage, he called out to his wife, but no answer. Wonder where she is? He thought. He called again, but still no answer. He walked up to the bar, poured a small drink, raised it to his mouth and then saw the note, lay on the kitchen table. It was her handwriting.

He read the note, stunned, he fumbled to a chair, his legs giving out, tears formed in his eyes. A sob tore through his body, he felt sick to his stomach. His head was spinning with disbelief. It can’t be, he thought, Why? How? Who? Why didn’t I see it? How could I be so blind, and not see it coming?

He stumbled to the bar, grabbed the bottle of scotch, unscrewed the top, flinging it away in anger, and drank deeply from the bottle, pouring some on himself, but caring less about appearance or anything else for that matter. “Bitch, fucking bitch” his anger rose as more alcohol poured in him. “Twenty seven years down the drain, everything I worked for, means nothing, absolutely fucking nothing.” “Bitch” The pain in his gut increased, the bile rising to his throat. He felt cheated, deserted and unloved. I think every emotion known to man must have passed through his mind. But anger won out over the rest. His respect for women, all women, I think was at an all time low. He roughly wiped the tears from his face with the back of his hand, and stumbled to the front door. 

“Got to get out of here,” he mumbled. Fortunately, “The Pub” was only a few blocks away, and he chose to walk, rather than drive. He needed to be anywhere but here, as he stumbled to the pub, his mind racing with sad and angry thoughts.

I watched him, sitting at the bar, his lifeless eyes staring deep into the beer, twirling the glass around and around in its own condensation. Occasionally, he would look up, take a long swig and resume the staring, mumbling “bitch” now and then. 

An then she walked in, tall, curvy, blond, blazing green eyes, breasts that swayed under the tight sweater, tight skirt, an air of arrogance and defiance about her. Her eyes roamed the bar, skipping across the occupants, and finally resting on him. Although there were many empty stools, she headed up to him and asked in a husky sexy voice. 

“Mind if I sit down?” 

His red eyes glanced only a second at her.

"Suit yourself bitch,” he growled indifferently, looking back into the depth of his beer glass.

Those that heard him, gasped; John, had never said an unkind word to any woman, he just had too much respect for them. The comment didn’t seem to bother her. She ordered a mixed drink and calmly looked him up and down, like if she were sizing up a prize bull.

“Problems, handsome?”

“Fuck you bitch!”

“Would you like too?”

Slowly, he lifted his head from the glass, starring at the intruder, through his foggy eyes. That arrogant bitch, she was just like all the rest, probably fucking some poor jerk over. He had never been unfaithful, what did it really matter now. Had he been sober, without the emotional burden, things may have turned out different, but at this point he didn’t seem to care.

They stared at each other, green eyes into blue eyes for a full minute, as if one was daring the other to back out.

He slid off the stool, and without even a second glance at her, walked toward the side alley door. She grabbed her purse, also slid off the stool and followed him out. The air was fresh, but not cold. He took deep breaths, as if to shake the fuzziness out of his brain, then suddenly stopped and turned around. Startled, by his sudden stop, she stumbled into his arms.

His hand reached up behind her head, grabbed a handful of her golden trusses and pulled her into him, his lips brutally locked unto hers, bruising and sucking on her tongue with lust and hate. She was the symbol of everything that had gone wrong; she was going to suffer the consequences for all womanhood. He didn’t care about her feeling, he didn’t care who she was, she was just meat to be used and discarded.

“Ayah…” she groaned, “what the hell is your problem?”

“Shut up, bitch.”

One hand still locked in her hair, holding her tight against his bruising lips, the other hand yanked up the skirt, fingers pulling the string panty aside, probing her shaven smooth outer lips and plunging a digit into her wet depth. He felt her heat, the wetness soaking his fingers, sliding down her legs in rivets. This bitch was burning up, never had he felt a woman this wet and hot. He released her lips, looked around for something to lay her on or set her against.

He dragged her over to a pile of pallets against the wall, roughly pulled her across the top, lay her flat on her back, her head hung over the edge. He stood in front of her face, unzipped his pants, the eight inch cock flopped on her face, engorged with blood. He noticed one of her hands between her thighs, rubbing the large outer lips of her sex, the fingers buried in her cleft. She was groaning with lust. He rubbed his dripping cock all over her face, mouth, nose, lips, cheeks, forehead; trailing shiny liquid across her face. His breathing was labored, as he continued the erotic dance of his member on her face, slapping the throbbing member across her face and chin.

“Open up.” He growled at her. She instantly obeyed, her lips seeking the elusive member. Slowly he forced his rigid cock deep into her throat, straight down, until his pubic hair smashed against her lips. She chocked, gasping for air, but he was not to be denied, allowing her no escape. String of saliva hung on his member as he pulled it out, forcing it again into the recess of her throat, again and again. She is trashing around, one hand still furiously gouging in her sex, the squishing sound echoing in the quiet alley. He could smell her heated sex, his lust even more heightened by her scent. Her face contorted in pain, but yet he sensed her lust, her green eyes piercing his own as she watched him use her mouth as a receptacle. Her tongue lashed the ridge of the underside of his cock, inhaling his member deep in her throat. She was an expert cocksucker. No doubt, she had practice.

He glanced down along her body, seeing the swell of her pussy, moisture seeping from the puffy lips, her fingers expertly manipulating her gash, her thumb rolling her clit around in circles.

He could feel the boiling in his groin, with a groan he pushed his cock deep down her throat again, wet with her saliva, as white hot spurts of thick creamy cum shot straight into her belly. Pulling back, he allowed the member to continue shooting into her mouth, her throat swallowing and inhaling the spurting milk. What she was unable to swallow, poured in rivets out the corner of her mouth, running down the side of her neck. He pulled his dripping member out of her mouth, cum covered her tongue, still oozing out through her lips. He rubbed the slimy helmet across her lips and cheeks, spreading the white, hot thick texture all over her face. He wiped the beads of perspiration of his forehead. Never in all his years had he cum like that. She was still groaning and twisting on the pallets. It had to be uncomfortable, but she didn’t seem to care.

He helped her off the pallet, his mind reeling from the sight. Cum covered her face from hairline to chin, dripping off in globs on her chest. He reached in his pocked handed her his handkerchief.

She straightened out her skirt and looked up at him with those blazing eyes.

“Are you married?”

“Not anymore, babe.”

He turned around, walking out of the alley. She didn’t see the grin on his face.

Well, that is how John met his second wife. They both became regulars at “The Pub.” And the funny thing is, he never ever called her “bitch” again.



The Pub



I walk up behind you as you're sitting in the pub with a few of your friends. They notice me before you do, and before you can turn around I place my hands on your shoulders, keeping you facing the table. I lean my head down and place a soft kiss on your right cheek, hovering with my lips above your flesh for a few moments, inhaling your scent. Keeping my head low, allowing my hot breath to caress your neck, I start to slide my hands slowly down your chest. I have 4 sets of eyes following my hands down as you and your friends stare in shock, normally I wouldn't be this bold, but something about tonight, the way I feel, the way you look, I can't help it. 

My hands continue their travels, inching their way down, painfully slowly; it's taking all my will to maintain this pace. My tongue flicks out of its own free will and traces the line of your chin up to lightly lick your ear. My hands finally reach the button on your jeans and your head rises up in alarm as I undo it. Your friends laugh at the expression on your face, but I can see in their eyes how jealous they are of you right now. I look at each of them in turn, giving them the wicked smile I usually save for you, before sliding my hand past the waist of your jeans. My finger tips brush your hardening cock as my other hand slips into your left pocket. I look at you now and try not to laugh myself, not just at your expression, but at myself just realizing what I'm doing.

I remove both hands, almost regretting the loss of contact as much as I know you do, but I know something you don't. I do the button back up and slide my hands up your chest following the same path they took down. I place one last kiss on your cheek and whisper in your ear 'I won't be waiting long.' before turning and walking away. You get up to ask what I meant, but by that time I was lost in the crowd. You go to sit back down and feel something poke you in the thigh, reaching in your left pocket you pull out an unfamiliar piece of folded paper. You open it and smile as you read it. Your friends look at you questionably but you don't answer, you just turn around and walk away, but not before tossing the paper on the table. As you're walking you hear them at the table, they read the note. 'I'm waiting in the men's washroom are you cumming?'

I smile at you in the reflection of the mirror as you walk in the men's washroom but I don't turn around. You stand there, just in side the door, still not completely sure what I'm up too, and what I plan to do. I watch you as you watch me, both of us running our eyes over each other, both of us waiting for the next move. I can't wait any longer and finally speak. 'You found my note I see'. And as you go to answer I turn to face you and place my fingers on my lips, cautioning you to silence. When my finger leaves my lips I gesture for you to come forward to stand in front of me. In the few strides it takes for you to go from the door to now be standing in front of me you glance at the stalls trying to see if there is anyone else in here. I shake my head as you look back at me and smile, following my new rule about silence. You return my smile, relaxing a little, as much as you can, considering. I reach out and take hold of your hands, drawing you closer to me, forcing our bodies to finally make contact. I let go of your hands and reach up to trace the line of your chin with the tip of my finger, this brings back a flash of memory for both of us, for my finger takes the same trail as my tongue did just moments before at the table. Your arms wrap around me pulling me close and my hands run up your chest, over your shoulders to come to a rest on the back of your head, gently easing your head down to mine. 

Our lips make contact the instant I close my eyes and a million sparks shoot through my entire body. I break away from the kiss, enjoying it way too much, for I vowed that tonight would be about you. I step away from the counter and pull you with me, I'm a little shocked but mostly happy that no one has come in yet. I stop dead in my tracks and turn around pushing you up against the wall. You look down at me still a little confused and I smile back up at you, a little unsure about what's going on myself. Never would I thought to be this bold, to be doing this here and now. I start to place soft kisses on your neck as my hands work to pull up your shirt. My tongue flicks out occasionally, giving a playful lick. I move down now to kiss and tease your nipples, once I got a few moans out of you I continue down pausing briefly to undo your jeans. At this point I look up at you again, your head is tilted back and rested on the wall, your chest is rising up and down in a slow steady pace. I guess that you are indeed enjoying this so I continue. I place more kisses on your stomach before I pull out your cock.

I hold your hardening cock in my hands, enjoying the look and feel of it. You look down at me and our eyes meet, lock on one another. I lick the tip of your swelling shaft and smile up at you; I don't take my eyes off yours as I wrap my lips around it. The feel of my lips tight around your cock and the intense gaze in my eyes sends a shiver through your body. At that point I know all is well and continue with my oral pleasantries. I grasp the base of your cock with my hand and slowly stroke it up and down while flicking out my tongue to tease the tip. My lips suck on it gently, slowly sucking harder and harder, taking more of you in me each time. I reach out and begin to caress your sacs, gently squeezing, teasing. I slide you out of my mouth and grin at the slight frown on your lips. Kissing my way back up your stomach my hand continues to stroke your cock still slick with my salvia. My lips reach your chest and I begin to suck on your nipples once again, playfully giving them a bite. 

Your hands grab my hips and I smile knowing I pushed all the right buttons. I look up at you and pull away, letting your cock fall out of my grasp. Walking over to the sinks I wink at you in the mirror and slowly bend over pulling my skirt up over my hips. You waste no time and come to stand behind me, your hands caressing my ass and slip between my legs to feel the wet heat. It's my turn to moan as your fingers easily slide between my slit, find my clit and begin to tease. My hips push back against you, and you know you have the upper hand, you know what I want, you know what I need. You begin to rub your hard cock along my slit, making me moan, my eyes pleading with you in the mirror. With one thrust you bury yourself in me causing me to gasp, my hands grasping the edge of the sink. You pull back, just enough to leave the tip in, teasing me, you wait. 

Finally after what seems like hours but was only seconds you thrust back in, your cock sliding in and out of me, filling me over and over. I feel your hands on my hips; your fingers dig in as you pull me back to meet you. My moans get louder with each thrust, your pace quickens, knowing we are both close to climax. I feel your cock swell inside me and your fingers dig in hard. Our eyes lock in the mirror once again as I lose all senses, I can feel my orgasm mounting, growing with each thrust. Finally I can hold off no longer and I let go, my cunt grasping your cock, wanting this feeling to never end. With a few last hard thrusts I feel you cum inside me, shooting your hot cum deep within me. 

You lean down over my back and place a kiss on my neck before pulling out. I turn around and my arms wrap around your neck pulling you close, our lips touch softly, gently kissing. Before you can say a word I kneel back down and begin to lick clean your cock, lapping up our mixed juices. Once I am done I raise back up and fix my skirt and begin to turn away. You grab hold of my arm and kiss me one last time before saying thank you. I laugh and walk to the door, before I open it I turn back towards you 'You can thank me when you get home'. Walking out the door, I smile to your 3 friends who placed themselves as guardians at the door. All they can do is watch me as I walk out of the pub.



The Pub



We arrived at the pub after a slow drive through the quiet countryside, the afternoon air cooled into the early evening and gave some respite from the heat of the day. Linda sat looking so hot, her satin blouse billowing with the breeze, the cool air circulating over her sheer lace bra, teasing her nipples making them seem even more obvious. Her skirt was short, mid thigh, she had slipped on stockings and heels as she felt a little naughty as she said, the promise of a little subtle flashing was on the menu tonight I thought.

Stepping out of the car we walked across to the pub, the car park sheltered and the trees offering shelter and seclusion from the roadway. We entered the pub, a new one to us so we looked round the bar, seeing a few tables and chairs, clean and comfortable only a couple of drinkers were seated so I ordered drinks at the bar and joined Linda who had secured a seat at a corner table. Sipping our drinks gave us time to look round and take in the atmosphere of the pub, a real old country house full of ornamental items hanging from the walls and ceiling but it seemed a relaxing place nonetheless.

As we sat sipping our drinks I noticed on old guy seated watching the widescreen television take the occasional glance over towards us. I looked at Linda and noticed her legs were in plain view of him and he would have a good view of her legs and possibly her stockings too if her skirt slid up a little. I went to the bar to replenish our drinks the old guy met me at the bar.

"Allow me to get those drinks if I may, we don't get many new faces here and it is rather quiet this evening."

"Thanks that is very good of you," I replied.

I introduced myself and we shook hands.

"You must come over and meet the wife." 

"Yes I would like that if it's OK with you both."

I took the drinks and led him to our corner table, Linda looking up as we approach.

"Linda this is Bob, he has very kindly just bought us a drink so I thought I would ask him to join us."

"That's very nice of you." she said smiling at the older man. As she shook Bob's hand, his eyes locked with hers and I could see a sparkle in his as he looked my wife over. 

He sat down nearer to Linda than me and for the next 30 minutes or so we were treated to a run down of the pub and its local characters of which he was obviously one. The drinks flowed easily and soon the effects were apparent on my wife, excusing herself, she got up to go for a pee and had to wriggle past Bob to get out of her seat. He leaned back as her ass brushed against him, a surprised look crossed her face as she squeezed past and went to the toilet. Bob smiled at me.

"Linda is lovely and very attractive. If I was 20 years younger I would be chasing her for sure."

"Thanks, that's nice of you to say so. She does enjoy a bit of attention and especially from the more mature man it seems."

"Oh really? That's lovely maybe I should flirt a little with her then. If that's the case and if it's Ok with you of course, it will be fun for us all."

I was a little taken aback at his openness, his question if it was one made it quite clear what he wanted to do, my reaction could give him the go ahead, my mind spinning as I wondered what Linda wanted. It was one thing to flash a guy but to have him get close is another and I needed to know how she felt about that.

As if reading my mind he looked up seeing Linda returning, as she wriggled past him he stood up this time rubbing himself against her as she passed.

Bob excused himself and went for a leak; while he was gone I took my opportunity with Linda.

"He fancies you, do you realise that?"

"Yes, I could definitely feel something when I went to the toilet."

"What?"

"He had a hard on as I squeezed past him on my way to the loo, then he stroked my ass as I passed when I came back too."

"I didn't notice."

"You obviously weren't meant to."

"He wants to flirt some with you now, he just told me as much."

"Oh my!"

"Yes oh my. If he has a hard on now what state will he get into after some flashing or flirting I wonder?" 

"He must be 65 if he's a day, Surely he is just a randy old guy, what harm can it do? He did feel hard though, big too."

I saw the drink had started its effect; she was getting turned on now.

"Let's have some fun and see what happens," she said as she sipped her drink.

Bob returned to the table, his seat closer to Linda now as he slipped his arm round the back of her chair almost lazily, but I knew it was now only a matter of time before he started to touch my wife. He looked at me and seeing my submission in my reaction, not challenging him and allowing him access to my wife, his hand slipped onto her shoulder.

Linda crossed her legs I could see her skirt slide up her thighs a little, I knew how short it was and that the slightest movement would expose her stocking tops, the sexy lace tops would attract attention for sure. Bob's eyes followed mine, looking down he could see Linda's thighs and the promise of what was hidden under her skirt, as he looked I could see the hem of her skirt slowly moving. As Linda adjusted her seat her lace tops came into view! I gasped, Bob looked down seeing the silky stocking tops his arm hanging on her shoulders now.

"Mmmmmm now that is a lovely sight my dear, are those stockings you are wearing?"

"Yes they are as a matter of fact." she moved to ease the hem back down, Bob's hand stopping her.

"Oh leave it dear I haven't seen such a gorgeous sight in years, indulge an old man just this once."

Linda left her skirt in mid thigh as Bob continued to look at her shapely legs. I watched as he looked at my wife and she was sitting there with his arm round her as she sat exposing her stockings! I found the voyeur in me become more than a bit aroused.

"I remember when all women wore nylons, they used to be so silky smooth I loved to feel them."

"Do you think I might just touch your legs a little my dear?"

I looked at Linda, she had never let anyone get this close before let alone touch her, as nervous as I was I was also very aroused, the flushed look on her face told me she was turned on too.

"That is only if it's Ok with you both of course." he was looking at Linda almost pleading but he was not asking me as he knew I was allowing him to try it on with her.

"Well yes OK then." Linda replied nervously. Her voice was noticeably a little hoarse with arousal.

Bob slid his hand onto her knee, I saw her reaction at his touch, he stroked her knee slowly and gently, I watched as he fondled my wife in front of me unable to resist this wave of pleasure that flowed through me now and no doubt through Linda too.

She reached for her drink and took another sip; as if it was normal we carried on chatting Bob's hand still on her knee. He looked over at me again and smiled.

I went to the bar for refills, on my return I saw Bob was sat closer to my wife, his hand now on her thigh and her face more flushed. As I sat again his hand slid under the hem of her skirt up towards her pussy, she wriggled as his fingers fondled the top of her stockings. Inside I had the feeling that I should protest as I watched Bob touching her in this way. Linda wriggled on her seat, her skirt a little higher now so her panties were just about exposed to him too, it was plain she wanted more now the drink had really done its work.

"Oh my that does look gorgeous, yes very sexy indeed, you will have me very hard if you keep flashing your undies at me like this."

His hand still resting no more than three inches from her pussy, I am sure he could feel the heat from it. 

"You like watching Mike?"

"Yes." I spluttered.

"That's OK if Linda doesn't mind then neither do I."

His hand stroking the front of her panties now, as he grew bolder I heard her moan a little as his fingers traced her pussy lips through her panties. His grip on her shoulder was tighter now as he rubbed her clit more firmly.

"Mmmmm I can feel you are very warm there my dear, why don't you slip those panties off?"

"Yes why don't you do that," I heard myself say. What was happening to me? My cock was rigid and here I was telling my wife to get her panties off so this guy could get to her pussy!

I looked at her, seeing the lust in her eyes as she pondered the request. Linda stood quickly and slid her panties straight down and off, she passed them to me. I could fee; how wet they were which only added to my own arousal.

"That's much better dear now relax." 

Bob's hand was back on her thigh, I watched mesmerised as his fingers teased my wife's pussy, he was soon working his thick finger between her lips as he whispered to her.

Linda started to moan as he teased her clit, her legs spread now to give him better access, her hand reaching for his cock, he guided her hand to his cock it was hard and I could see her grip it through his trousers..

Her eyes wide as she held him, his fingers working her pussy into lather, I could see she was very horny now. 

"I can tell you both love the idea of Linda flashing her undies at guys, but have you ever gone further before? as far as this?"

I shook my head unable to stop looking at his hand on Linda's pussy; he was talking as if he already knew the answer, with a calm confidence that he was exciting us both by his actions.

"I thought not, well you have taken a further step today it seems," as he smiled at Linda, his fingers teasing her swollen clit as he spoke.

"How far would you like to take this?" he asked in a matter of fact way that left us both speechless. Not knowing what we could say as he was fingering my wife and I was getting so turned on watching, at that moment he could go as far as he wanted.

Linda moaned softly as she parted her legs a little more, in the quiet pub it seemed to echo round the bar, no one was in sight as Bob carried on with his seduction. He leaned over and kissed my wife full on the lips, a soft gentle kiss that was an opportunity for him to gauge her state of excitement as she opened her mouth to accept his tongue. I watched as he kissed her slowly, deeply, my hand stroking my cock through my jeans.

"Take my cock out Linda."

His words filled my head as I watched my wife reach down as they kissed again, undoing his zip and freeing his cock, it was very thick! , her hand wrapped round the shaft looked so small it must have been 8" as she started to wank him slowly. I sat silent and amazed as my wife wanked this old guy with his huge cock while he fingered her pussy in public! My mind could not take it in.

"Why don't you undo your blouse Linda, I am sure we would like to see those gorgeous tits of yours free."

"Mike, help undo Linda's blouse for her, she has her hands full at the moment."

I had to get up and lean over to undo her buttons, the blouse falling open exposing her lace bra, her nipples swollen and in need of attention.

"Mmmmmm yes indeed they so look great, thanks Mike. Now ease her tits from that sexy bra so we can see her nipples too."

I gently eased her tits free, Linda gasped as she felt her tits in the open air, her hand working on Bob's thick cock, his eyes drawn to her thick nipples now.

I saw Bob lean over and take her left nipple in his mouth engulfing it, she moaned loudly as he started to suck and tease it in his mouth, he used his tongue to lick her breast all round the nipple, then he licked the other too, Linda was in raptures as she has very sensitive nipples.

"Lovely nipples Mike, I do like to suck sexy nipples like these," he looked at me as he sucked again, her nipple sliding in and out of his mouth a smile fixed on his face. The tension in my stomach was like a large knot, tightening towards bursting point. Linda was murmuring to herself softly as Bob expertly aroused her with his mouth and fingers.

I knew Linda could not last long with her nipples being treated like this; she would cum fast, sensing this Bob then made his move.

He guided Linda to her feet in front of him her blouse wide open and her tits wet from his licking exposed, his finger never leaving her pussy, keeping her at a peak of arousal.

"I think you need to sit on my lap Linda, I am sure we will both enjoy it immensely."

Linda turned to face me I could see her excitement as Bob guided her onto his cock, her skirt around her waist she was all but naked as this old guy toyed with her.

I looked at her as he lowered her onto his cock. Linda reached between her legs for his cock and fed it into her pussy. The look on her face was of intense pleasure as she felt his swollen cock head part her pussy lips. 

"Ohhhh!" escaped from her mouth as she felt him slide slowly inside her soaking pussy.

Bob's hands were on her hips as he slowly thrust upwards into my wife.

A grunt and he was inside her, amazingly the pub was still quiet it seemed the noises they were making must be heard, I kept looking round, and then my attention returned to my wife. Bob moved his hands to her tits, cupping them and pinching her nipples as he encouraged her to ride his old cock. I could see her pussy juice on his shaft as she slid up and down on him, her eyes closed as he fucked her.

"That's it Linda you have a very sexy pussy, move it on my cock, mmmm take it in deeper, oh my yessss that's so good."

She rode faster as he gripped her hips firmly now ramming his cock into her, meeting her movements, her tits wobbling as I wanked my cock as I watched this old guy fuck my wife.

"You like this don't you Mike? Yes I know you do, it is what you want isn't it?" 

My eyes drawn to his cock sliding in and out of my wife, stretching her lips round his shaft as he pushed deep inside before pulling almost fully out, making her whimper with pleasure.

"Linda loves this so much I can tell by the reaction of her pussy Mike. She is tightening her grip on my cock each time I push inside."

I was close to cumming as he reminded me what a sissy cuck I really was, but he was right I did love it and it was what I wanted too; my cock was so hard, wet too from the pre cum all over my fingers now. 

Seeing my wife being used like this was exactly what I had always hoped for and now I could for the first time just how much she loved it too. Bob knew that all along, he had realised as soon as Linda had started to flash at him what the tease was; now he was getting his reward.

His cock straining inside Linda's pussy, her moans filling my head as I watched , Bob held her firmly as he pounded his cock into her now, he was close to cumming too. 

Linda reached for him holding him tightly as she ground her pussy down on him , he thrust up into her then held still as his cock exploded inside her wet tube, flooding her with his thick spunk, her orgasm throbbing on his shaft milking him. The flow of cum was long and came in hard spurts as he was buried so deep, each spurt felt by the woman on his cock.

I watched as they worked through what was a very special orgasm, after a minute or two they stopped moving. Linda was breathing heavily, I looked at her and saw her face flushed in afterglow, then her eyes looked into my lap. 

I realised I had cum all over my jeans!

Linda slid off Bob's cock a long blob of cum oozed from her as she moved back to her seat. Bob offered her a serviette to clean herself as he cleaned and then put his cock away.

"Now that was wonderful my dear, I would really like to repeat this sometime soon too, maybe in slightly more relaxed surroundings, Mike you can come too if you like."

I looked at him as he smiled back at me, he knew he had me cucked and that I was a true sissy hubby who wanted him to fuck my wife anytime anywhere too. Bob leaned over and kissed Linda again, a slow tender kiss of thanks and expectation of more to come.

"You know where to find me" as he stood and reached out his hand, I shook his hand and watched as he walked away from the table.

I looked at Linda as she adjusted her clothes, her panties slipped into her handbag, her face still flushed.

"I am sorry, that wasn't meant to happen."

I leaned over and kissed her as she straightened her clothes, as we looked at each other knowing we both loved it and now we had crossed the line would need more too.



The Pub Game



Although this story stands alone, it does follow in a sequence which goes:

A New Dawn – Chapters 1-6

Making New Connections

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We settled into a pattern over the next few weeks. Every Friday our housemate, Paul, would go away and Alex and I would spend the night watching pornography, masturbating and making love. During the day on Saturday I would wear skimpy clothes, or less, around the house, or we might drive off somewhere for me to be a little more public with my exhibitionism. I had to make sure we didn't go into town as I didn't want to meet anyone I knew from university. And on Saturday night we would go next door and have a meal with Alfred and Gladys. I would wear some sexy outfit from the box she had given me. We would spend the first part of the evening often just talking about this, the way it revealed my body and so on. Later on we would talk about more general things and I would forget that I was there on display. They became quite close friends. I told them a couple of my stories from my summer vacation, which made Gladys laugh and Alfred shake his head in mock dismay. I was quite happy, in its own way it resembled a conventional set-up.

It was one such Saturday when I first met Vic. I was wearing a loose see-through blouse that I had unbuttoned all the way to the bottom button. When I bent over to give Alfred some tea he had a clear view of my naked breasts and his hand trembled as he took a biscuit. I was also wearing a very short, flared skirt with no knickers so when I gave a drink to Alex, Alfred got a good view of my naked bum too. This was all part of the silent agreement we had. I would flash and exhibit myself to them and they wouldn't touch me, although Gladys in particular liked to discuss it. "Ooh, I really like the way your boobs push out in that," she would say, or, "make sure Alfred gets a good eyeful when you give him this."

She was busy making dinner and I was sitting next to Alfred, so he had a good side view of my breasts as the blouse opened out. This was actually the first time I had worn something that gave them a clear view of my breasts, so I was quite exhilarated. There was a knock at the door. I covered myself up, but before anyone could move a tall, skinny man was in the lounge, having opened the door himself. He was slightly younger than Alfred, but still in his fifties. He had ferrety features and deep-set eyes. He didn't look at all trustworthy. 

"Hello!" he called as he came swaggering into the room. Then he saw me and stopped. His immediate attention was taken by my legs which stretched out before me and which the microskirt hid almost nothing of. Then he noticed my top and how much of it was undone and the flesh on view. He then leered at me knowingly. I felt a bit repulsed by him.

"And who might you be?" he asked patronisingly.

Gladys had come out of the kitchen. She was flustered, "oh, err, this is Dawn and Alex. They're students. From next door. Popped in to say hello."

I could see she was embarrassed and also worried about what he might say to all their friends.

"Aye, aye," he winked at Alfred. "You didn't mention her Alfred. No wonder you've had a smile on your face down the club. Pleased to meet you Dawn, I'm Vic." He offered me his hand, which I shook reluctantly. He ignored Alex completely, but that didn't seem to bother Alex. He seemed to be quite enjoying everyone else's awkwardness and was grinning happily.

"I just popped around to see if you were coming down the club later. But I guess not. Busy I suppose," he said eyeing me up and down. I wanted to run out, but I couldn't give him the satisfaction of squirming, so I sat still, trying to be relaxed.

Just then a woman entered. She didn't say anything, but looked at me and her eyes widened momentarily. She then disappeared behind Vic. 

"Come on love, Alfred and Gladys are entertaining their young guests tonight." Everything he said seemed to have lewd connotations. 

"I'll see you out," Gladys said. "We'll see you on Tuesday."

We all stood and followed her out. In the crowded hallway, as Gladys was saying goodbye to Vic's wife, I felt a hand go up my skirt. I turned my head to Alfred, startled, before I realised Vic had managed to get behind me and was now mauling my bum, while his wife was talking to Gladys no more than three feet away. I stiffened as his hand groped my naked bottom, and then slid quickly between my legs to just touch my pussy. I clamped my legs together hard and he tugged his hand away.

"Nice meeting you," he said, as they left.

Back inside the lounge I told everyone what had happened. Alex, being the little pervert he is, thought it was great and I could see he was excited by the thought of me being touched up while surrounded by everyone. I must admit I half shared his excitement, while also feeling somewhat degraded.

"Oh, he is a one alright," Gladys said. "Always after the ladies he is. When I was a bit younger he used to come onto me all the time. You might not believe it now but I used to be a bit of a looker." She preened her permed, bleached hair at this point. "And I had a figure as well. Not quite as good as yours Dawn, but the fellas used to be after me."

"I bet they did Gladys. How did that make you feel Alfred?"

"Oh, aye, they were always after her. Especially that Vic. I didn't mind though. I trusted her. It's nice to have a lady that other men admire – isn't that so Alex?"

"Oh yes. Did you wear stuff like Dawn then Gladys?"

This elicited one of her trademark cackles, "ooh no love. I would have been arrested if I'd worn stuff like that back then. I wouldn't have minded though, think of all the attention I could have had eh?"

"Would you have liked it Albert?"

"Aye, would have been fun like."

"Well it's never too late," I teased her.

"I don't think anyone wants to see my saggy boobs, love. They reach down to my waist now. No, showing yourself off is a young person's game. You enjoy it while you can, all too soon you'll be covering yourself up, not exposing yourself."

"So, that Vic is a bit of lady chaser is he? I can't imagine he gets much success."

"I don't know," Albert said, lighting one of his roll-up cigarettes. "It's all about trying. If you keep on asking you'll get lucky occasionally. I remember a few years back, at Ruby's wedding. There was this young barmaid there, about your age. Pretty she was. He was all over her, pestering her all night. She kept giving him the brush off and we all thought he had no chance. Late in the evening I went out the back for a breath of fresh air, and I heard this zipping sound. I ducked down behind a car and I could see them at the back of the car park. She was on her knees, sucking his, you know, knob. Then he pulled her top off. She had luscious tits all big and white in the moonlight. He lifted up her skirt and shagged her from behind over some bins. I could see his bony bum going in and out and she was gripping the bins, crying with pleasure. So you see, you never can tell."

This was the most I had ever heard Alfred say. Gladys looked a bit shocked. "You never told me that Alfred," she said, stony-faced.

He blushed, "well, I weren't proud of having spied on them like. I felt kind of grubby afterwards."

I patted his knee, "don't feel grubby Alfred. If they were doing it there I can tell you they wanted to be seen. I wouldn't mind betting they knew you were there."

"My God, do you think so? I never thought of that. Oh, dear." He looked ashamed.

Gladys took pity on him, "don't worry love. I would have done the same. You should have told me. It's a good story, isn't it you two?"

"Oh yes," Alex said. "I want to hear more about this girl's tits."

"Alex! Do you think about nothing else?" I scolded him. The others laughed.

We passed the rest of the evening pleasantly, and when we went to leave Alfred gave my bum a light pat.

It was over a week later that I was walking around town, feeling really depressed. I had no money and Christmas was approaching. Everyone else was going out but I had used up all my allowance and needed to buy some clothes. I was depressing myself further by looking in the shop windows at things I couldn't afford.

"Hello Dawn."

I recognised the voice immediately, it was Vic. He had a friend with him, a short, unshaven man who grinned incessantly.

"This is Dawn, that bird I was telling you about. This is my mate Steve."

"Hello Steve," I said, bored.

He was staring at my chest, but I was wearing my sensible clothes – a knee length suede jacket, jumper and long skirt. Vic had obviously told him what I had been wearing and he seemed to think that if he looked hard enough he could transform my clothes.

"What's the matter darling? You look right pissed off."

I knew I shouldn't respond, but I was feeling sorry for myself. "Oh, I'm just down. Skint and what with Christmas..."

"Ah, poor love. Here, let us buy you a drink. That'll cheer you up won't it?"

Again, I knew I shouldn't, but I hadn't had a drink for a while, I'd been so poor. "Okay, just one," I said.

Steve beamed at me. We went into a dark pub I hadn't been in to before. Vic said hello to the landlord and we sat at a table that was around a corner. The pub was done out in a rustic theme, with lots of exposed brickwork. The table we were at had a wall to the side, and then the two outer walls, so it was in a little alcove. 

"What you drinking?"

I ordered a pint, which they raised their eyebrows at. In their generation women didn't drink pints. I must admit the lager tasted good, and I drank it quite quickly. We talked quite easily, about my course, how I was finding Birmingham, how long I'd known Alfred and Gladys and so on. Vic seemed to being making an effort to be restrained and didn't make any suggestive comments during this conversation. Steve got a second round of drinks in.

We drank these and Vic got another round in. Halfway through these drinks he said, "so, you're skint are you? That must be pissing you off."

"It is, I keep wanting to buy clothes or go out, but I can't. I work behind the bar at the Uni sometimes, but it isn't enough."

"Tell you what. Steve and I like a game of cards. Do you play rummy?"

"Yes, my mum plays a lot."

"Good," he pulled his seat forward with interest. "How about playing for money? Usual rules, aces low, picture cards worth 10 points, double the score on going rummy. We play for negative points, game over when one player gets to 200 points."

I was good at rummy, so I was interested. "But I haven't got any money. That's the point. I'm not going to give you IOUs."

"True," he rubbed his chin as if thinking and I knew he had planned this since we came in. Then, as if the idea had just occurred to him, "how about you sell us your clothes? Every item is worth twenty five points. We will give you 50p for every one of our points. That's not bad is it? You could go home with a lot of cash."

I smiled, "I think I'd better be going." I stood up, but he pulled me down.

"Okay, sorry Dawn. Look, here's a tenner, get some more drinks in."

While I was at the bar, the two of them were whispering feverishly.

I sat down and Vic said, "okay Dawn, I've had a chat with Steve. What about if we go a pound for each of our points? But your socks count as one item, not two."

I started to protest that it wasn't the money that was the issue, but then I stopped. All I had to do was get one of them to go over 200 points, then I'd keep the money. I had a few items of clothing to spare. It seemed a reasonable gamble, but even as I thought this I knew this decision was blurred by alcohol. I told them I would think about while I was in the toilet, which meant 'yes' to them.

"Have you got that cash on you?" I asked when I came back.

"Yep," this was Steve. He showed me a wad of twenty pound notes inside his jacket pocket. "Just won it on the nags."

"Okay," I said, and almost instantly a hand of seven cards appeared in front of me. Steve won the first hand, but I kept my score to 13. Vic had gambled with some high cards and had a score of twenty six. He wrote the scores down.

"I want to see the money," I insisted. "Otherwise you two might make off with it."

"Okay, but don't let Harry see it, we're not supposed to gamble in here." He peeled off a twenty, "we'll just keep it to the last twenty for now, is that okay, rather than having coins and stuff."

He handed it to me, and I sat on it. It was great to feel some money again. The next round I won, but the other two didn't score highly. Steve won again on the next hand, and my score was up to twenty four. The realisation that I would have to give up an item of clothing next hit me then. 

"I'll need to keep some pieces," I said. 

"Sure. How about your shoes and jacket? Take them off and put them to one side. Then we know where we are."

I did this, but wasn't really paying attention to the hand so I lost quite badly, my score jumping to 42. 

"Time for item number one. I don't suppose you're starting with that skirt are you?" He was rubbing his hands at this point.

"No, I don't think so. Here have my socks."

He pretended to be disgusted by their smell. Steve got some more drinks in at this point, and they both smoked before we dealt the next hand. I won the next two hands and was now sitting on eighty pounds. Vic won the next hand, pushing my score to 62, which meant another piece of clothing. I decided on my jumper, as I had a shirt on underneath, but I was sad to see it go. They both concentrated on my chest again, but it was a modest shirt and I was wearing one of my flattening, rather than enhancing bras. Actually I think this may have excited them more, as it made the anticipation that much greater. Considering I was sitting there wearing a conservative long skirt and blouse, both of them had very prominent lumps in their trousers.

Vic won again, taking my score to 73. But Steve had lost heavily and was on 95 now, which, combined with Vic's score meant I now had 160 pounds. I lost again, which meant I now had to surrender my first serious piece of clothing.

"What's it going to be Dawn?"

"Your blouse," Steve said hopefully.

"No, that skirt, I want to see that hot little arse of yours."

"Steady on, you two. My knickers I think. I'll go to the toilet to take them off."

"Oh no, you don't. They come off here. You might cheat."

I shrugged, stood up and reaching underneath my skirt pulled down my knickers, which Vic snatched off me gleefully. He waved them in the air, before I yanked his hand down. He stuffed them in a plastic carrier bag, along with the other items I had given him.

I won again, which took Steve up to 130 points. He was getting nearer the magic 200 mark when I could take all my winnings home, which were now mounting up enough to lean me to one side as I sat on them. With that money I could buy some new clothes, or have a few nights out. I must have been thinking about this too much. I was finding it difficult to concentrate and lost two hands rapidly, taking my score to 105. I now had a difficult choice to make. Only my skirt, bra and blouse remained. I couldn't focus long enough to make the decision and Vic got impatient with me.

"Decide, or I'll just rip your blouse off," he said.

"Okay, my bra then." I turned my back to Vic, which gave Steve a good view as he was on the other side of me. I turned back to Vic and he was staring eagerly. Eventually I knelt on the seat, facing the wall so my back was to both of them. I undid my blouse sufficiently to unclip the bra and to allow myself to free one arm. I then pulled the bra through the sleeve of the other arm. They looked disappointed I hadn't taken the blouse off to get to the bra, but their smiles returned when they saw my nipples pushing against the material of my shirt.

"You could hang your coat on those," Vic observed.

I blushed, hunching over. I gave him my bra and he whooped.

"This calls for a drink," he said waving it in the air. "You've got cash now Dawn, so I think you can get them in."

I got up and only then realised I was quite drunk already. I steadied myself and went to the toilet and then headed to the bar. I had forgotten I didn't have my bra on, and wondered why the barman was grinning at me as he served my drinks. When I looked down the condensation from the glass had moistened my blouse, making the material almost transparent over one nipple. I hurried back to the table.

"I don't want to carry on," I said, realising that my next item would leave me topless or bottomless.

"Oh no," said Vic. "We agreed the rules."

"You can't keep me here," I said defiantly.

"No, course not. Okay, you can go, but we keep your clothes and the money if you bail out now."

That was a tough decision. Steve had 152 points and Vic was on 112. A couple of more defeats and Steve could break the 200 barrier, signalling the end of the game. If I went home now I had lost some clothes and the money. I just needed to play carefully, that was all.

"Okay, we'll carry on."

The barman suddenly appeared from behind the wall and was standing next to our table. "What's going on here Vic? You're not gambling again. I told you I could lose my licence for that." He looked at me all the time he said this.

"Just having a friendly game Harry. This is our friend Dawn. You're enjoying yourself aren't you Dawn? Perhaps if you ask Harry, he'll let us carry on." He winked at me.

I certainly didn't want to lose the money and my clothes, so I put on a big smile and pleaded. "Oh, go on Harry, just a few hands more, then we'll finish, I promise."

He grunted, "alright then, but if I give you a shout, pack away quickly."

"Will do Harry," Vic patted him on the back, and nodded towards me meaningfully. Harry gave him a knowing smirk in return, but I was too drunk to interpret it.

I won the next hand and Vic the one after that, bringing me to 122 and Steve on 176. I realised Steve could go out on the next round. I was dealt a good hand with a set already in it. I decided against melding, hoping to go out in a rummy, which was a stupid decision when I didn't need to double anyone's score. I was one card away from this when Steve went out. I had 25 in my hand, taking me to 147. I groaned and Vic rubbed his thighs excitedly.

"What do you fancy Steve? Bush or tits?"

"Oh, I'm a tits man."

"Oh, I fancy seeing that lovely bush myself. I bet it's all red, like her hair."

How had I got myself into this? I thought about running out, then I realised that when I was at the bar Vic had put my coat and shoes next to him, so I would have to leave them behind. Besides I was sitting along the back, so Vic and Steve blocked my exit on either side. I took a long gulp of my drink. They didn't hurry me this time. I decided on the skirt as I could hide my lower half under the table. Without saying anything I stood up, undid the side zip and slid it down. I sat down quickly and handed the skirt to Vic, who stuffed it in the bag. Steve reached out to touch my thigh and I slapped his hand viciously.

"That isn't part of the deal!"

He pulled it away and started dealing again. They both spent most of the next round staring at my pussy, which I tried to pull my blouse down to cover. This distracted them and I won, putting Steve on 189. He was playing very conservatively now, laying off as soon as he could and collecting only low cards. Even so the next hand he lost would surely finish him off. 

This obviously galvanised him, being a tits man he didn't want to miss out on seeing the prize and he won the next hand. It was time to remove my last piece of clothing. I was resigned to it now. I was going to be naked in a pub. I undid my buttons and took it off, trying to be as nonchalant as I could manage. 




The Pub Game



"Wow. Some tits Dawn," Steve's hand reached out again, then stopped in mid air and fell to the table.

"They are truly great tits. Hey, Steve, get Dawn a drink."

When Steve returned Harry was with him. He grinned at my naked form, as I tried to cover myself up.

"Well, well. You've not been playing with money have you, love? Now, I'm afraid Vic probably didn't explain, but it's customary for the house to get a cut of the winnings."

"What, you want some of my clothes?" I asked stupidly.

"Not exactly," he said and unzipped his trousers. I looked at Vic, who shrugged helplessly.

Harry presented his semi-flaccid penis to me. I stared at it for a while, struggling to focus. Then I stroked it with my hand and it twitched into full erection. I wouldn't say I was keen to suck it, but being in a rather drunken state and having stripped naked in a pub, I wasn't reluctant either. It just seemed like something that had to be done. I took it in my mouth and slowly worked my lips up and down it. He stroked my hair with his chubby fingers. It slurped as it popped from my mouth and I then took it back in deeper, stroking his balls as I sucked it harder. He moaned and I felt someone groping my breasts as I leant forward and they swung out. I was wanking him too now and I felt his balls tighten. Even in my drunkenness I didn't want him to shoot in my mouth so I pulled him out, hoping to get it in a napkin, but it splashed all over my tits instead. A big gloop of treacly semen hung from one nipple. 

"Ahhh," he gasped, as if he had just taken a long drink on a hot day. "That's better. Cheers love. Hurry up and finish your game now though."

He walked off. I went to clean the cum off my tits, but Steve stopped me. "Please, leave it there. It looks great."

My head was spinning now. "I guess the game is over now anyway. Can I have my coat?"

"What do you mean – over? First one to 200 remember?"

"But I haven't got any more clothes to give up."

"Well you can either give us your jacket and shoes. Or you can find other ways to pay the winner. Otherwise it's leave now with nothing."

"But.." He held up his hand to signal the end of any protest. I knew exactly what he meant by other ways to pay, and there was no way I could walk home without my coat or shoes. I just needed to make sure Steve didn't win the next round, then he would surely go out. 

Vic won, but Steve managed to only add two to his score. I was on 166. Surely the next round would see the end of Steve.

Steve won.

I went onto 176. I turned to him and gave him an enquiring look.

"I'll have a wank please and a fondle of those tits," as if he was a boy ordering from an ice cream van. He sidled next to me and groped my breasts amateurishly, rubbing in Harry's semen. He took his cock out and while he groped me I masturbated him with disinterest. He was truly a tit man, as simply fondling me was enough to have him soon squirting his load. This time I was ready and wrapped a napkin around his cock as he came, catching most of it. 

"Thanks darling," he said, pecking me on the cheek.

As Steve put his cock away Harry came over with three more drinks. "On the house," he said.

We played another hand, which Steve won again. His wank had obviously sobered him up, while Vic and I were still operating in a fog. Vic was on 185 now and I was on 190. The next hand would finish it.

I lost, as I knew I would. Vic won and he put his hand on my thigh.

"I want a fuck Dawn," he said seriously.

"Not here, surely?" I asked.

Even Steve said, "you can't Vic. Not in the pub."

"I can and I will. We can keep it quiet." He pulled down his trousers and pants. His cock sprang up eagerly, as if it still belonged to a teenager.

"But if you really don't want one, just say Dawn. Are you saying you don't want a fuck right now?"

His hand was on my upper thigh. It was all too much, I had reached this stage I couldn't simply just pick up my money and go. I did want a fuck, and by now it didn't really matter who with.

"I'm waiting," he said.

"Yes, I want a fuck," I said firmly.

I had barely finished speaking and his hand had parted my legs and his fingers were slipping into my wet pussy.

"You really do want one don't you Dawn? You're soaking. Have a feel Steve."

His friend slid over and put his fingers inside me also. The two of them were sliding their fingers up and down my pussy walls now.

"Are you going to fuck me or examine me?"

"Hoohoo," he snorted and pulled me onto his lap. With my back to him I slid down onto his lap. His thin penis slipped easily inside me and his hands came around to grab my breasts. I bounced up and down, trying to keep quiet. But sex has its own set of sounds and I knew Vic's grunting, the creaking furniture and slurping sounds would alert someone soon, but equally I couldn't stop. To my relief some loud music came on. Harry then appeared, smiling.

He and Steve stood there, silently rubbing their cocks through their trousers as I closed my eyes and tried to get to climax as quickly as possible. I didn't want a long fuck, I just needed to come. But with all the drink I couldn't maintain a level of excitement for long enough. Then Vic was clamping onto my tits and pulling me down onto his lap as he pushed himself off the seat and shot his load into me.

This was terrible, I was caught on the plateau between orgasm and fading away. I was absolutely desperate. I quickly grabbed Harry and fumbled at his trousers, mumbling incoherently like a starving woman finding a source of food. For the second time that day my fingers wrapped around his thick member. I climbed off Vic and kneeling on the seat I offered Harry my backside. He was rather confused so I pulled him into me and stuffed his cock into my pussy. He rocked back and forward and I tried to urge him on by thrusting myself back on him. Finally as he increased his rhythm I could feel my orgasm building. I wasn't sure how I was going to manage to keep quiet when it arrived. We were now moving back and forwards in time to the beat of the loud music. I was feeling dizzy and a little sick, but I knew I had to come. Once I had done that everything would be alright. 

And then with a long moan Harry came as well, just before I had managed to. I couldn't believe it. I was almost delirious by now. I was also furious. Could none of these men hold it long enough to allow me to come? I climbed on to the table and angrily pulled Steve toward me. His cock was already out, so I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him into me. I pushed his head onto my tits, which he sucked at hungrily, probably forgetting that they were coated in Harry's cum. 

"Don't you dare come before me," I hissed in his ear. 

The music continued to pump on, Steve drove into me, I pulled him into me with my legs. And then I was coming. At last, it was such a feeling of relief. 

I couldn't help it – I let a long wail. Steve was coming too, slobbering on my tits as he did so. The music suddenly stopped and in the silent pub the only sound was me screaming "I'm coming!".

Hearing chairs scrape as people stood up to come and have a look, I pushed Steve off, grabbed my money, jacket and shoes and ran from the pub, putting my coat on as I went. I ran past two startled old ladies, a man who had dropped his paper and a father and son. Out in the street I went into a side alley and put my shoes on.

I walked as fast as I could wearing just a jacket. I think it must have been obvious I wasn't wearing anything underneath as lots of people looked at me. I saw my reflection in a shop window and realised how drunk and dishevelled I looked. They probably thought I was mad. Fearing I would see someone I knew I hailed a taxi and went home.

Alex was watching TV when I came in. I was still drunk and bashed against the wall as I entered. He looked at me, concerned. I undid my jacket and let it fall to the floor, standing there naked.

"My God Dawn, what happened?"

I giggled, "I've got cum from three men in my pussy, cum on my tits, no clothes and nearly four hundred quid in my pocket. Alex, it's been a hell of day."

"Oh, Dawn," he said and pulled me to him.



The Public Adventures of Mark



Mark was very nervous as they parked the car in the mall parking lot. It was a very cold evening as the sun was getting ready to set. He had always thought about being publicly humiliated, and found the thought so exciting, but as they pulled in and parked the car, the excitement of the fantasy became a fear of reality.

 Mark looked at Cindy as she shut off the car. She met his eyes with hers and smiled.

 "Ready for a little public humiliation Mark" she said giving him a smile.

 "I don't know. I'm getting cold feet" said looking around as if everyone knew his situation.

 "Oh no you don't. You're going out there, and your doing this. I'm sure you will have cold feet seeing how it's 36 degrees outside" she grinned as she said it. 

 Mark had never been outside the house in women's clothes before. He had gotten comfortable dressing around Cindy over the last six months. Mark was a young twenty three year old, who liked mature women. Cindy was a friend of Mark's mothers and she was in her early forties. Their relationship had started off quietly, with nobody knowing about the two of them but slowly had leaked out with time, Cindy had found out about Mark's dressing desires and had been very sympathetic to him. She would help dress him up and listen to him talk of fantasies of giggling girls looking at him or shocked women forming opinions of him based on what they saw. She was the type that wanted to bring some reality to his fantasies, even surprising him at times, but keeping him safe.

Cindy opened the door and stepped out. She had to go around and open his car door as he sit there having second thoughts.

"C'mon Mark. Let's go." she said helping him stand up.

Mark was wearing a dark blue sweat pants and sweat shirt set. The hood on the sweat shirt pulled up over his head. He also had on a pair of dark sun glasses. His feet had a pair of white tennis shoes. He stood up and took the large plastic bag that said Dillards on it, and began walking to the store with Cindy. They passed several people on the way and not a single one lifted an eye at Mark. They walked up to the main sidewalk and detoured to the side of the store behind a wall where the dumpsters were located.

Cindy took the bag and pulled Mark over by the wall. She smiled and looked into his eyes and kissed him.

 "It's time." she said reaching up to take off Mark's sunglasses. Mark's eyes were madeup with dark shadows, and he wore false eyelashes with dark mascara and eyeliner. She smiled as she looked at the uneasiness in his body language. She undid the drawstring for the hood and opened it and pulled it off his head to reveal his hair was in perfect rows of 1" brush curlers. The pink pins were perfectly placed to make a straight line over the the top and up the sides of his head. Mark hung his head embarrassed. Cindy cupped his chin and raised his eyes to meet hers. She took a pair of gold hoop clipon earrings and attached them to his lobes. They contrasted with necklace he was already wearing. 

 Cindy took a tube of red lipstick and began applying it to his lips said, "Are you feeling it yet? A little nervous are we? Embarrassed? Afraid for someone else to see what a sissy you are?" she smiled. " They will laugh at you when they see you, you know." she said finishing his lipstick. Mark said nothing as she unzipped his sweat top and pulled off, followed by the breakaway sweat pants. Mark stood there wearing a white summer dress, with bright red and yellow floral print. It had an elastic waist that showed his contours. He was also wearing a c-cup padded bra that gave him a pronounced bustline as the dress was a tight fit in that area. Mark's legs were bare and shaved. Cindy took a pair of 4" white, high heel sandals out of the bag and Mark slipped them on. His bright red toenails were in sharp contrast and very prominent. Mark hung his head as Cindy removed his gloves to reveal his long red fingernails and rings on his fingers. 

 "There" Cindy said stepping back and admiring him. She put all his stuff in the Dillards bag. She put a shoulder purse on him, and handed him the bag. 

 "You ready?" she laughed.

 "Cindy. I can't be seen like this."

 "Sure you can. I told you the first time it will be a simple recognition. The person will not know you and you will never see them again anyway right? So what does it matter what they think." she said in the comfort of her coat. mark was shivering wearing summer clothes in the 30 degree weather. 

 "I'm cold Cindy" he said shuffling his feet around.

  Cindy slid her warm hand under Mark's skirt and began massaging his semi erect penis. He wore no panties, and Cindy looked him in the eye with a smile as she caused him to become more and more erect. She looked across the parking lot at two cars that had just pulled in.

  "I think those two women would like to see you Mark." she said grinning.

  "I can't. Can we be a little less obvious." he tried to bargain with her.

  "No Mark. The rollers and summer dress in freezing weather is to guarantee you are observed. I doubt they will just walk by a young lady dressed as you are without wondering about her appearance." she smiled still stroking him. "And when they realize you're a man and not a woman, who has been shopping in a department store, well I'm sure they will have some sort of reaction." she looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "I know I would."

  She put his skirt down now, and his erection pushed gently against it giving a slight tent effect. She then nudged him forward.

 "Cindy, wait. I'm not ready to do this." he looked at her as he tottled forward in his heels.

 "What's that Mark? To be publicly humiliated? Embarrassed? Laughed at by others over your passion?" she laughed. "You'll never be ready for that." she pushed into the open. "Go on. Walk back to the car passed those two women who just parked. Let them see you as you walk by. I'll meet you at the car." she kissed him on the cheek. He walked out onto the sidewalk and looked back with a unsure look.

 "I'll give you a blowjob once we're back in the car. Now go show what a sissy or faggot or whatever they will think you are." she waved him off to his humiliation.

 Mark stepped into the parking lot and started walking. He saw the first woman had already gotten out of her car and was walking toward the mall. Mark had his Dillards bag and his purse. A slight breeze was causing his bare arms, feet, and legs to chill even faster. Not to mention he wore nothing under his skirt. He became more excited as he approached the woman his erection now a concern for him as he noticed it pushing his skirt out even more. He breathed heavily as he walked himself into his inevitable humiliation. What would she say? What would she think of his appearance? his mind was racing.

 As they approached each other they made eye contact from a distance and she smiled. She hadn't noticed him he thought. Maybe the curlers were what caught her eye. Didn't see women in major department stores with curlers in their hair, especially the way his hair was set. 

 She gave him a puzzled look and said, "Aren't you cold?" looking him up and down.

 "I'm freezing." he said in his male voice. She gave an indifferent smile as she gave him a quick up and down look at the realization he was a man. Mark thought her eyes seemed to turn away from him as she saw his skirt. Was it his erection against his skirt she had noticed? She continued walking without another word.

 Mark felt so humiliated as he had no idea what that woman must be thinking. He kept walking as a the two young girls who had just gotten out of their car were now headed his way. As he approached him they both seemed to figure him quickly. With big grins on their faces the stood very stiffly as they walked very fast. As they got up to him they both looked out the corners of their eyes and gave a quick wave and said "Hi" as they walked by. Mark responded with "hello". They passed him and one of them gushed out uncontrolled.

 "Oh my god, that was a guy." they both laughed. "He had curlers in his hair." he could still hear some of the remarks as the distance became greater he could only hear the outburst off laughter that continued to happen. He didn't look back and wanted to get in the car, as he walked faster now the show he was required to perform was over. 

 As he approached the car he looked back and Cindy was standing in front of the store talking and having a laugh with the first woman he had passed. He turned and was surprised by another woman who was just finishing putting things away in her car next to the one he was riding in. She was a thirtyish attractive woman. He stopped abruptly. She glanced up at him and said,

 "You need to get some more clothes on. It's freezing out here." she smiled and then a puzzled looked overtook her face. She looked him over from his curlers to red toenails. 

 "Been doing some shopping?" she said with a slight smile.

 "Just got a few things." he said trying to move on.

 "You're a man. Why are you dressed like that?" she looked as if she was expecting an explanation that would make sense to her.

 "I....uhm......I just need to do some shopping." he studdered.

 "Needed to dress like a girl to do your shopping?" she looked at his hair. "I'm sure those curlers didn't cause any unwanted attention." she looked him over as she talked.

 Mark was very nervous now. He had not expected to have to have a conversation. He was just to walk by a couple of suspecting women and move on.

 "Nobody said anything to you in the store while you were shopping?" she asked.

 "No. I don't think anybody really noticed." 

 "Honey, if you walked in the store looking like that, everybody noticed." she looked him over again.

 "I'm very cold. I think I need to go and warm up." he said with a slight laugh of nerves.

 "You should have dressed properly for the evening. You're dressed for July. Your toes have turned red and I'm not talking about your painted toenails." she tilted her head. "Do your parents know you dress like this and go shopping?" she asked sounding pushy. 

 "I just dressed like this to come to the store." he began to make overly simple statements that were almost silly.

 "Is this some kind of dare, or initiation? I mean know you had help. You could not have done those curlers like that by yourself." she followed him now.

 "Um.......I, had my hair curled by a friend. I'm just dressed for the evening for fun." he looked away.

 "Oh. OK. So you are a transvestite out for a little public frolic. Enjoying the outing?" she smiled.

 "I would like to get in the car now." he said as he got to the car.

 "You put yourself in front of me. For my amusement. I didn't force you to prance around in women's clothes. You know, I have a dick in my pants too. I'm a guy just like you are." she struck a suggestive pose and winked at him.

 She looked so feminine. Mark was really stunned at this.

 "Are you really?" he said eyes open in amazement.

 "No!" she said and began laughing as she walked away.