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This story has been slightly modified to not be fan fiction, and the original version was posted elsewhere, also by me. Enjoy.
It had finally reached the point in the night where the crowd in the bar was mostly past tipsy. The place was crowded and the music was some loud, unfamiliar top 20s shit with a heavy beat and not much else. Chase was a few drinks in. He had actually lost count but he was feeling pretty good. And not just because of the booze. A pretty little thing was in the seat next to him. They were flirting hard- his hand was on her thigh were he had very slightly pushed up the fabric of her purple paisley skirt. In response, her legs had parted just a little bit, but enough to for Chase to register it as arousing. Her skin was warm and he could just imagine the way it would get even warmer if he slid his fingers just a little higher. She had a hand resting on his, gripping his fingers lightly. Her other hand was occupied by a glass of whiskey and Coke.
They had been talking for several hours, and even played a game of pool earlier in the evening. She had lost, but not by a lot, and had pinched him roughly on his chest when he gloated. Chase had caught her hand and pulled her body close to his. The pool cue in her hands had clattered to the ground, and broke the gaze they were locked in. She laughed and the cue was scooped up quickly.
Her name was Brynn, she said when Chase had first sat down next to her at the bar. He had noticed her smooth shoulder-length hair first, followed by that little skirt, and finally, the smile she flashed him when he sat.
“Hey,” she said, taking a sip of her drink.
“Hi.” Chase ordered a beer when the bartender came over. She smiled at him, and he was instantly captivated. She had rich hazel eyes and small freckles dusted the tops of her cheeks. Her cheeks were a rosy pink, almost like she was blushing, but Chase figured it was just from her drink. She looked at him closely.
“You smell like old car,” she stated, turning her body towards him, her elbow resting on the bar. Chase couldn’t help the look of mild surprise from his face and his first thought was that this chick had one hell of a nose. “Like that old valve smell. I used to work on cars with my dad.”
“Yeah, I’ve got an old Impala,” he agreed.
“It’s sincan escort bayan black right?” she asked, smiling coyly. “I saw you pull up.” She pointed out the window, and Chase turned to follow her gesture, and sure enough, you could see his car, just barely, out of the far corner of the bar’s front window. Chase chuckled quietly. “I like old cars. She looks like she’s in good shape.”
“I try to keep her nice,” Chase smirked, suddenly quite relaxed. He took a big sip of his beer. “I’m Chase.”
She took a sip of her drink and set it down on the table before standing. Chase almost pouted. She bent, lips close to his ear, and whispered, “I’ll be right back, handsome.” Chase watched her hips sway as she walked, to the other end of the bar, towards the bathroom. When she was gone, Chase ordered another round of drinks from the bar and sat back in the dark, quiet little corner they’d been sitting at for the past half hour after removing his jacket and draping it over the back of his chair. He checked his phone casually, mostly just so he didn’t look like he was bored. No new texts. “Is this seat taken?” Brynn said sweetly, standing in front of Chase, back already. He opened his mouth to speak, and before he could even get anything out, she sat sideways in his lap, looping her arms around his neck.
“Oh, hello,” he grumbled out. His left hand settled right on her thigh again, fingers between her legs, his right arm curled around her waist. Her face was only inches from his own and their lips connected softly. She tasted like whiskey and Chase wanted more. He deepened the kiss and she whimpered quietly, her fingers tugging on his hair sharply. “Be careful, darlin’, before you start something that you can’t finish,” his voice was gravely and he could feel arousal again, tingling in his belly. Her face dropped and he could feel her soft panting breaths on his neck. His cock twitched.
“I want you inside me,” she spoke softly against the skin of his neck, before she started kissing the skin there. Chase groaned, tightening the grip he had on her leg.
“We can’t here.”
“No one will notice, please.” She tugged his hair again. Chase took a sharp breath. Her head rested on his shoulder and panted. He reached over and eryaman escort grabbed his beer mug and took a sip. Clearly he must be nuts to even consider this. Obviously he must be ill.
“Face forward,” he commanded shortly. Without waiting for her to do as she was told, he grabbed her by the hips and moved her body himself, pushing her legs from his lap and situating her so her thighs were inside his. “Slide forward, just a little. Pick up your drink.” Brynn picked up her glass and took a sip, and with her feet on the floor, slid forward a few inches. Chase reached between their bodies and tried to be a subtle as possible when he unzipped his pants. “Come here darlin’.” With his hands on her hips, he pulled he so that her back was flat against his chest, and then pulled her skirt out in the back a little so nothing could be seen. She gasped. “Oh fuck.” Chase could feel the hot, wetness against his rapidly stiffening cock. “No underwear, sweetheart?” he gritted out.
“I took them off in the bathroom,” she sighed out, taking another sip whilst very carefully rubbing herself against him.
“Ready?” he asked. He reached over and took a sip of his beer, quickly scanning the room to confirm that no one was really looking at them or seemed to notice that he was about to stick his dick in a pretty girl in a fucking bar full of people.
“Yes, Chase, please,” she practically begged. Without being told, she lifted herself up slightly, enough for him to reach underneath her skirt and press himself to her wet entrance. She whimpered into her drink glass to cover the noise, and that turned Chase the fuck on. He placed his hands on her hips and pulled her down hard, now fully inside her. Brynn very nearly screamed, but her mouth must have been closed, because it was muffled, and again, no one seemed to notice. Chase had never been thankful for shitty current hits music before.
Brynn began to rock very slightly and clench around Chase, still drinking her whiskey, and very quietly moaning. Chase was in heaven. He was able to hide a little more than the young woman in his lap, being behind her. He buried his face in her shoulder and let out a long, low moan. Her pussy was so fucking wet, he was sure the front of his pants would be a mess, but he didn’t care. After he took a sip of beer and set etimesgut bayan escort down the mug, he was surprised to see a waitress two feet from them.
“Would you like refills?” she asked, looking from Brynn to Chase to his nearly empty mug on the table. Brynn stopped moving, and instead just clamped down on his cock.
“Yes please, for me!” she said cheerfully, not missing a beat. Chase cleared his throat, voice nearly cracking, hands vice-like on Brynn’s sides
“Same,” was all he could grate out. The bartender nodded and turned to get the drinks. “You are so fucking bad,” he said in her ear, tightening his grip and lifting her up before thrusting up into her as hard as he dared.
“Fuck!” she swore, under her breath, head rolling forward, both of her hands clutching her glass. She began rocking faintly again and tightening over and over around him. Chase was breathing hard, his brain buzzing, sweating lightly. He felt himself getting close to the edge, and it took nearly all he had to not fuck her like crazy and make her scream for him right there in that shitty bar.
“I’m gonna come, sweetheart,” he groaned near her ear. “You feel so fuckin’ good.”
“Do it,” Brynn whispered, taking a sip of her drink. She turned to look back at him, her lips parted in the most delicious way, cheeks flushed. One of her hands left her glass and gripped his knee and her muscles contracted around him hard. Chase’s breath stuck in his throat and his cock throbbed. He bit into her shoulder blade and she stifled a squeal as his release hit him hard like a punch in the gut. He flooded her pussy thoroughly, and she carefully rode it out, breathing sharply through her nose. “Fuck,” she swore. Chase cleared his throat again, lifting his head back up and he slid her forward just slightly. His cock slipped from her wetly, and he reached under her skirt to jam it quickly into his jeans and zip up. Tucking her skirt back under her ass, he wrapped his arms around her from behind and pressing his lips to the small patch of skin between her ear and hairline.
“That was…” he trailed off. Brynn squeezed his forearms.
“So hot,” she finished for him.
“Mmm,” Chase agreed. Slowly, she stood from his lap, smoothing her skirt, and then her top.
“So, big boy, I’m going to go back to the bathroom. Why don’t you pay the tab, and then take me for a ride in that old ass car of yours?” Brynn winked and turned to walk to the other side of the bar.
“Oh hell yeah,” Chase agreed, eagerly awaiting her return. Holy fuck, what a ride.
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