Friday.
Happy hour.
It's packed.
The guy's had really shitty day. He sits at the end of the bar next to a wall.
The woman sitting next to him tries to cheer him up.
Words don't work.
She tells him to close his eyes.
She takes his hand and leads it up her leg.
Guiding it to her inner thigh.
To her panties.
Pulls them aside.
To her clit, to her hole.
She leaves his hand alone as he continues to wander inside her.
She kicks off a shoe and trails her toes up his leg, his inseam, to his crotch.
She begins to feel him stiffen beneath his zipper.
With her foot positioned on his lap to block others view, she pulls him out and begins stroking him.
When no one is paying attention, she dips her head down to take him in her mouth.
Warm spit trailing down his dick.
Gentle nibbles on the tip.
She feels him getting harder in her mouth.
She takes him out her mouth and stands up.
She slides onto his lap.
Pretending to give him a lap dance.
She rides him with all her strength.
She spins around and puts her legs on his shoulders.
He grabs her ankles as she leans backwards to grab his.
Riding the whole while.
They fuck while everyone else in the bar remains oblivious to the fact.
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