On the bar

You look back at the car and then back at Marlene. You shrug and start to say, "I'm sorry, but I really ought to--"

"Fuck's sake, you really can't take a hint can you?" she says frustrated.

"Decent and stupid, remember?" you say, trying to apply your charms. Marlene giggles.

"Yeah. And that's why I'll cut you a break. Okay." She leans over the bar and grabs you by the back of the neck, pulling you in for a kiss. Her lips, warm and moisten fasten onto yours. You feel her tongue flick gently inside your mouth before quickly retreating.

"Here." She points to the bar.

"Wait..right...here?" You ask in disbelief. "What about..." You gesture to the two men still milling about, cleaning.

"Who? Paolo and Jasper? Oh, honey, they're gay as the day is long. And I pay them too much for them to tell me what to do in my place. 'Sides, these lovebirds get a rise out of it. We keep score."

"No fucking way..." you murmur in utter shock.

The big Latino man with arms sleeved in ink, winks at you and Marlene. "There's only one of you and two of us, chica. You'r never gonna win!" He and Jasper laugh at Paolo's comment and then go about their business.

You aren't going to wait a second longer. You're not sure what you did to deserve to be so lucky, but it doesn't fucking matter. You're here now and you won't fuck this up.

"Get on the bar," you instruct Marlene. She hoists herself up swinging her legs over the bar. You quickly grab for her tiny jean shorts, ripping the button loose and yanking down the zipper before tugging the tight denim off of her body. You look back after throwing the shorts back expecting to pull down her panties next, but are welcomed by the sight of her glistening and puckering lips adorned only by a short blonde landing strip. You grin like a man seeing his first mean in a year.

"It's not there for lookin', boy," she beings to say. But even as she hits the word 'boy', you've plunged inward with fingers and lips and tongue. She lets out a sharp cry as you delve three knuckles deep into her beautiful blonde twat. Your tongue lashes wildly at her little pink nub, thrashing from side to side. You can feel Marlene's fingers dig into the back of you neck as she leans forward and latches onto you for support.

Fingers hammer Marlene's insides, swiftly jutting in and out. You turn you hand a quarter to the left, curling your fingers in. The feeling of being stretched and hitting her G-spot at the same time sends Marlene just about over the edge. Her back arches and you can hear a tiny, breathless squeak as she throws her head back. Her silent panting continues as she bucks forward in rhythm with your hand, grinding her clit against your tongue.

Juices literally trickle down your chin as you feel her grip on your neck tighten. She mashes her cunt down on your face hard and humps your face and hand, trying to take all you in her. Her silent moans are destroyed by a low growl that builds higher and higher until she lets out a long, "HHHHOOOLLLLY FFFFUUUUCCKKK" ending with a high pitched squeal.

A blast of her juices spatters against your lips and mouth and you hungrily slurp down whatever you can suck in.

You pull back from Marlene to stand up and she almost falls, steadying herself on your shoulders before slinking down to her own feet from the bar.

"Oh dear sweet me," she pants. "I don't know if I could handle another one of those."

"And those are just my fingers," you gloat. You run a finger up her slit, flicking her clit as you reach the top. Marlene convulses suddenly in the aftershocks of her climax. "You're not done already, are you Marlene?"