Jake publicly (secretly) fucks Abbie at the bar

"So, do you want to go hang out at the bar with Chris and Michelle?"

"Careful what you put in the form of a yes or no question, Jake!" Abbie giggled delightedly, but Jake's smile told her that he knew exactly what he was doing.

Jake paused. "You know, you could change your mind and say no to something ... couldn't you?" He put the end into a question just to toy with her.

"Yes, I could," Abbie replied. "But I won't. And anyway, of course we should go up to the bar. The night's young, we're young, I'm already committed to spending all of your money this weekend. And we met some fun new friends. Let's pay the check and head up there."

Jake signed the bill for dinner, charging it to his room. He stood, helped Abbie up out of her chair (sneaking a peek at the front of her dress on the way), and ushered her up to the bar. On the way, he spoke quietly into her ear. "Now, no matter what happens up there, pretend you have no idea."

"Jake, I actually have no idea!"

Jake laughed. "You will. But when you do, can you pretend nothing is going on? Do we have a deal?"

Abbie nodded. "We have a deal. I already gave you my token, didn't I?" Jake patted his pocket. "So yes," Abbie continued. "We have a deal."

The bar was surprisingly crowded. The restaurant dining room had been full, but not packed, and with the tables spread out, it felt roomy. The bar, on the other hand, was overflowing with people. Jake and Abbie weaved through the masses and made their way up to the front, where they found Michelle and Chris. Somehow, Michelle had snagged a barstool, and Christ stood behind her, just over her right shoulder. Jake and Abbie sidled up from the left, though there was another man on the barstool to Michelle's left.

When they arrived, Michelle turned to see them, and was overjoyed. "Abbie! Well look at that -- Chris, I win another bet!" She turned and smacked Chris on the chest. Then, to Abbie and Jake, she continued. "He thought you two were going to ditch us and go off on some kind of lovers' evening, but I said no, they liked us, they'll come hang out with us. And here you are!"

"Here we are, indeed!" said Abbie with equal glee. "Michelle, I may need to do some catching up, it looks like you've had a few!"

Chris nodded to Jake, confirming Abbie's theory. "The last two glasses have been ginger ale, but don't tell her."

Michelle turned to the bar. "Yoohoo! Oh, Tyler!" she sang out in a sweet voice. The bartender looked up at her. He was in his mid-20s, tall, muscular, slight beard, tattoos along both arms and around parts of his neck. He didn't quite seem a fit for this particular bar, but no one was complaining -- least of all, Michelle.

"Be right there, Michelle!" he called out before serving four beers to a group down at the far end of the bar.

"Tyler and I hit it off immediately," said Michelle.

"Yeah, she's been flirting with him ever since she sat down," said Chris. "Typical." Chris's sour attitude about Michelle's flirting seemed more performance than real.

"That's what it takes, dear. I'm still married to you, don't worry."

Chris patted Michelle's shoulders. "I'm not."

Tyler made it over to Michelle and leaned in to listen to her order. "What'll it be, Michelle?"

"Tyler, these are my friends Abbie and Jake. Whatever they're having, add it to our tab." Just at that moment, the seat to Michelle's left became available, and Jake quickly ushered Abbie up onto the barstool. Abbie and Michelle sat close together with the two men over their shoulders on the outsides. Tyler leaned down in between the two women. They each got apple martinis, and the men got beer. Tyler mixed the cocktails and delivered the four drinks relatively quickly.

"Thanks, Michelle!" Abbie held up her glass. The others quickly joined her in the toast.

"To new friends and and wild adventures," Michelle said. They all clinked glasses.

They were just settling in with some casual small talk when Chris opted to answer his phone, turning away from the party for a moment. Michelle and Abbie continued their chatter, and Jake stood just behind Abbie's left shoulder, listening a bit, watching a bit, and checking out the room. It was still very crowded at the bar, and there were people squeezing through the crowd regularly, jostling for better position. Fortunately, Abbie and Michelle made something of a barrier since they were together, so no one was pushing between them.

Jake set his beer down on the bar, and put his hands on Abbie's shoulders. She glanced back at him, but continued her conversation with Michelle. They talked idly of their jobs (Michelle worked in the administrative offices of an adoption agency), of their partners (Chris did something-or-other with Phil, and Michelle admitted that she didn't really understand his job), and of their home lives (Abbie didn't say much about the fact that she lived in a townhouse with two roommates, but Michelle said plenty about the much-too-expensive house she and Chris bought last year).

Jake wasn't the least bit interested in Michelle's babbling, and he got the sense that Abbie was probably being polite to listen to her this much. He had his left hand on Abbie's left arm, and his right hand trickling up and down her back, which was fairly exposed due to the low cut of her dress. Jake very gently stroked her skin, which always gave her goosebumps -- and this was no exception. He felt Abbie shiver slightly at his touch.

To him, that was a cue to take it a step further. He moved his left hand down to Abbie's leg. He casually bunched up some of the material of her dress so that he could touch more of her bare thigh. The bar was crowded enough that no one really noticed, and because it was her left side, Michelle couldn't see what he was doing. Abbie didn't turn to look either. She remembered agreeing to basically not notice whatever he did.

Jake stepped a little closer to Abbie, and soon his body was pressed up against hers. He bunched up the left side of her dress a bit more, and now he had a clear view of the left side of her ass. He could see from her shoulders that her breathing had gotten a bit heavier, but she wasn't turning around, and she wasn't doing anything to stop him.

He ran his fingers up and down her left thigh, and he could feel the goose bumps on her skin. His hand gradually slid around toward her ass, and with her dress pulled out of the way, Jake simply groped her ass freely.

Abbie shifted a bit on the barstool, and pushed her hips outward to press tighter against Jake's body. He positioned himself so that his crotch was up against her ass, and she could feel his cock stiffening in his pants. Abbie smiled toward Michelle, but it was not at all about anything she was saying; rather, it was about the fact that Abbie was figuring out Jake's plan behind her.

Between running his hands along Abbie's thigh and ass, and the fact that he was mashing his crotch into her body (plus all the teasing that had taken place during dinner), Jake had a pretty significant erection. In fact, he was starting to think that he needed this more than he wanted it. He inconspicuously brought his right hand down to his pants and slowly lowered his zipper. If he kept his body against Abbie's, no one would be the wiser -- except Abbie, of course.

Once his zipper was down, he wanted to make sure that Abbie would be ready. He slid his left hand underneath her ass and fingered the edge of her pussy. She was already wet, already soft, clearly all ready. He fingered her a little bit and saw her whole body convulse at his touch.

Jake looked around to see if anyone was aware. Michelle was sort of facing his direction, but she was both drunk and trying to stay focused on Abbie (who was telling the origin story of her pet goldfish). Jake quickly licked his own hand, and then in one smooth sequence of moves, reached into his pants, pulled out his cock, rubbed his saliva on the tip, bent his knees slightly, and slid his hard dick straight into Abbie's pussy.

He couldn't believe it. He had imagined doing something like this, but never thought he had the guts to actually do it. And here, it was supposedly Abbie who was infinitely agreeable, but she was inspiring Jake to make bolder and bolder choices for himself -- this being perhaps the boldest he'd ever made.

Abbie had shifted her body on her barstool to give Jake slightly better access. He pressed against her, his cock pushing into her pussy at an angle that was more stimulating than most positions they typically had sex in. Maybe it was also the public forum, the fact that there were literally people all around them, touching them, bumping them, and yet through it all, Jake had his cock inside Abbie.

Masked by the sea of bodies around him, Jake easily pumped into Abbie without anyone really noticing. It's possible that if Michelle was less drunk, she might have caught on, but as it was, she was so entranced by Abbie herself that she wasn't going to even remember Jake's name, let alone that he was there. And Chris was still off on a phone call, so Jake simply relished in his solitary activity. Plus he was thrilled to have actually gotten away with it.

He fucked Abbie harder as he grew more confident with the moment. In fact, Abbie began to lose balance on her barstool, and Jake had to hold onto her upper body to help her remain steady. He reached his hand around, and "accidentally" groped her breast -- then leaned over Abbie to offer a quick, "oops, sorry" (more for Michelle's benefit than Abbie's). Touching Abbie's breasts gave his cock an extra boost of arousal, and he felt like he was getting even deeper into Abbie's pussy now.

Jake started to feel like he could be close to coming. Normally during sex with Abbie, he'd let her know, and she'd either encourage him to come inside her or request some other choice. In this instance, he wasn't going to seek her approval or input. Rather, he was just going to come inside her.

At the same time, Abbie was starting to wonder how this was going to end. She was absolutely loving having Jake inside her like this, and the riskiness of the public forum made it all very exciting.

Jake leaned closer to Abbie as he felt himself building up to a climax. He put an arm around her and kissed the back of her neck. As he drew his arm back, he gave her boobs a light squeeze, held her shoulders as he pumped twice more into her pussy, and then held his position. His cock burst into her, releasing a pool of semen upward into her pussy. He thrust his hips toward her a little more, tensing his muscles as he came. He pulled his cock out of her, and quickly rubbed the tip of it against her ass. He took a moment to look at her, to admire her ass, and to see a little bit of his come on her skin. He pulled some of her dress back over her bare ass, and then worked to quickly tuck his dick back into his pants. He zipped up, and then leaned back against her body, now with both his pants and her dress creating a (possibly somewhat sticky) barrier.

"How are you ladies doing?" he asked, giving Abbie a peck on the cheek and a sly smile. Abbie looked at him knowingly, and touched his face with her fingertips.