Jake publicly (secretly) fucks Michelle at the bar

Masked by the sea of bodies around him, Jake easily pumped into Michelle without anyone really noticing. He worked his hips, thrusting as forcefully as he could, considering the circumstances, but aimed to keep his upper body relatively still. Who would be looking down at anyone's legs?

The bar are was tightly packed, and as other patrons moved about, Jake occasionally bumped into someone else behind him. Mostly, it didn't seem to matter. People floated past, either collecting a new drink or delivering a finished one. With Michelle on a bar stool, she was in a more fixed position, but other patrons would reach past to put money on the bar or to pick up a bottle. There was a lot of incidental contact amongst the crowd -- though, of course, none of it was at the level of what Jake was doing to Michelle.

"Oh shit, sorry," a voice behind Jake said. He turned his head to see a young brunette woman in a patterned dress, her arms awkwardly in front of her, one hand holding an empty glass, the other holding her clutch bag. "I didn't mean to bump into you like that." She looked down at herself. "And now I have ice in my bra. Great." Jake couldn't help but glance down at the woman's chest, and noticed that she was dripping with liquid.

Abbie noticed too, and quickly held out some napkins. The brunette smiled at Abbie, but then realized both her hands were full.

"Okay, super awkward, but can you help me?" the brunette said.

Agreeable as ever, Abbie reached forward with the napkins and began dabbing at the woman's chest, mopping up the liquid.

"Oh wow! No!" the brunette exclaimed, causing Abbie to stop. "Sorry, but -- I just meant, could you take this glass so I can clean myself up."

Abbie giggled awkwardly and blushed a bit. "How incredibly foolish of me. I'm so sorry." She took the empty glass, and handed over a few napkins. "It was just instinct, trying to be helpful."

Jake, meanwhile, was still slowly grinding away at Michelle, working hard to avoid bumping into the brunette woman again. Michelle turned her head enough to see what was going on, but was otherwise so preoccupied with Jake's cock inside her that she didn't even attempt to pretend to hold another conversation at the same time.

The brunette laughed, clearly not upset with Abbie. "No worries. I wasn't clear. And what are you supposed to do when a dripping wet stranger asks for help?" She reached inside her dress and pulled out an ice cube, then another. She glanced up at Abbie with a sly look. "Not quite the way I like playing with ice, if you know what I mean." She dropped the ice cubes in the empty glass Abbie held out for her.

Abbie assumed she knew what the other woman meant, but after her misread on how to help with the napkins, she opted not to respond.

The stranger pulled a few more ice cubes from the front of her dress and deposited them into the glass. "Shame," she said. "I was enjoying the drink."

"Can we get you another?" asked Abbie, eager to make amends. "I'm Abbie, by the way."

"Jamie," the brunette said, nodding a greeting. She glanced over her shoulder behind her, then looked back and smiled. "No, that's okay. My friends and I were just leaving anyway."

Abbie turned to deliver the ice-filled glass to the bar, and then faced Jamie again. She was about to speak when two other patrons pushed behind Jamie, bumping into her rather forcefully, all without stopping to apologize or even acknowledge. As the guys behind her collided with Jamie, they pushed her toward Abbie, who instinctively put her hands up to brace herself against Jamie coming toward her. Jamie lost her balance and fell onto Abbie, and looked up at Abbie at exactly the moment they both realized that Abbie's hands had landed squarely on Jamie's breasts. And Jamie, aiming to catch herself rather than collapse to the floor, had put her one free hand out onto Michelle's leg. All of this was happening while Jake was still attempting to slyly and secretly fuck Michelle just inches away from the rest of the commotion.

The three women stared at each other in a combination of shock and amusement, not moving for a few seconds. Then all three began to laugh. Abbie, still holding Jamie's tits in her hand; Jamie, still gripping Michelle's leg for support. Finally, Jamie hoisted herself back up (using Michelle's leg for balance), and Abbie pulled her own hands back.

As Jamie rose, she happened to glance to the side enough to see Jake's lower half slowly moving back and forth. In the split second she had the right vantage point, Jamie imagined that she might have seen a little more bare skin than would have otherwise been expected in a bar, and that -- no, that can't be what I thought it was, she thought to herself. As she got to her feet, she had her eyes on Michelle, who was silently staring back at her, breathing a little more heavily than normal. Jamie shifted her gaze to Jake, who was also looking back silently.

Abbie, watching the pantomimed exchange, broke the silence. Quietly, she said, "At least when I get caught doing something I oughtn't, I make small talk out of it and try to smooth things over."

"You know them?" Jamie asked Abbie.

Abbie nodded. "Michelle, Jake." She gestured to each.

"And are they ...?"

"Mm-hm," Abbie replied with a grin. "You sure we can't get you another drink?"

Jamie laughed, taking in the scene around her. "I'm good, but thank you. This has been a thrilling show, complete with audience participation and interactive media." She looked at Jake again, then patted Michelle on the back. "You all have fun, now." With that, she turned away, walked back through crowd, and disappeared.

"Well that was a fun twist," said Abbie with a devilish grin. "You doing okay?" She looked at Michelle, and lightly stroked her finger along Michelle's cheek. Abbie leaned back again and looked up at Jake. "And you, sir, were uncharacteristically silent during all of that."

"True," he replied, his voice breaking a bit as thrust into Michelle. "I'm just trying to stay focused."

"You're doing great," whispered Abbie to both of them.

Jake fucked Michelle harder as he grew more confident with the moment. In fact, Michelle 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 her to offer a quick, "oops, sorry." Touching her breasts gave his cock an extra boost of arousal, and he felt like he was getting even deeper into her pussy now.

Abbie gazed at Michelle, who had turned to look at her with an expression which read, I can't believe this is happening. Abbie put her hand on Michelle's thigh and stroked her leg. 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 didn't know what would be appropriate ... and then almost laughed in spite of himself for thinking 'appropriate' was a word for this moment.

At the same time, Michelle 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 Michelle as he felt himself building up to a climax. He put an arm around her and pressed his face against 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 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.