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I was sitting at the bar wearing my sexiest dress. It had been a long week and I was unwinding a little. I felt warmth as he slid onto the stool beside me. He smelled so good… so manly. I could feel his eyes all over me. I pretended not to notice, even though my panties were starting to get wet from his hot gaze.

As we sat there, not saying anything, I felt his hand move up my thigh. He sipped his drink as his fingers slid beneath the skirt of my dress. My legs remained crossed, but his wandering digits managed to find their way between them.

I put my glass to my lips to help stifle my moan. His fingers were brave, teasing my aching clit. It was difficult keeping my composure, but I was determined to win his game. I looked at him from the corner of my eye, watching as he made small talk with the bartender while he sexually tortured me. I squeezed my thighs together tighter, making him smirk.

I finally started feeling like I had the upper hand… until his fingers dove into my pussy. I bit my lip as he pumped in and out. My hands gripped the bar, my knuckles white. I knew he had won. I felt my pussy clenching around his fingers.

Sitting in a crowded bar, trying not to make a sound, I came. He pulled his fingers from my pussy, looked into my eyes and sucked them into his mouth. He quietly got up and walked away, leaving me sitting in my own juices.