Lucy had her face between a set of soft, white thighs. Her tongue and mouth were busy doing things she'd never done before. She shivered at the new tastes and scents.
She heard the man behind her unzipping his pants. She felt him kneel on the bed behind her and ease his cock into her dripping wet pussy. She put her hands on the bed to brace herself as he began to thrust into her. She didn't want to fall face first into the girl's pussy.
Death by drowning in a pussy. She nearly had to shake her head so as not to laugh at herself. How had she gotten herself into such a situation? She knew exactly how actually, upon reflection, but she'd think about that later.
His heart leaped into his throat as she came over. So, this was Lucy. As she came close, he could see her breasts were pushed high and the shirt was cut low. Giving him and anyone else a nice bit of cleavage to study. He frowned, not wanting anyone else to look down her shirt.
That was silly. He had only said he was in town for the night. But, for tonight, she would be his. He smiled up at her as she approached the table.
"You meeting someone here?" she asked, fiddling with the neck of her beer bottle.
"I'm meeting someone of corrupt mind. She's a purveyor of dirty stories."
"Well, then I've found the right person." She offered her hand. "Hi Mac."
"Lucy." He shook her hand. She had a strong shake. He didn't want to let go. So instead he slipped his hand over hers. She sat down across from him. "You should have waited for me to buy you a drink."
"Maybe. You can buy the next one."
"Deal." He set their hands on the table between them. He took a drink of his beer. "So, what do you think?"
She ran her eyes over him. "I think we need to have more than a drink." Then she looked away quickly. "I don't say things like that. Not outloud. Darn it."
Darn? Oh god, she was more innocent than she played. He wondered how many of her stories were real. He rubbed his thumb over her hand. "You've said worse to me."
"Not outloud. That was .. something else."
"Lucy, I'm not going to attack you or maul you. Or do anything you don't want to do." He let go of her hand abruptly. He saw disappoint flash across her face. With one hand he pulled his chair around the table to sit beside her. He put an arm around her. He put his mouth near her ear, as they both looked at her friends across the bar. "But, dear Lucy, you do play the part of a Dirty Slut. And I want to play with it."
She shivered and tried to pull away. He wouldn't let her so she drank her beer instead.
When she didn't reply he decided to push further. "All I've been thinking about today is how you taste. And how you feel. Don't you want to know what I feel." He picked up her hand and ran it along the inside of his thigh. Her hand brushed against his cock, which was somehow growing by the second. He swore lightly, he was too far gone to stop teasing her now. "I've been thinking about how you would feel wrapped around me."
Lucy pulled her hand away. She was blushing visibly, clearly shaken. And turned on, he noted. That was in her eyes. He put his hand on her knee and squeezed. "Remember that story. The couple in the bar and how he teases her under the table, while everyone looks on. How she tries not to squirm while he touched her pussy," he voice was low in her ear. "Are you wearing panties, Lucy?"