A Pub Pick-up

A continuation of my night with Lizzie. Might be best to start here: https://medium.com/@TracyTrouble/an-incestuous-conversation-a3c8d4bc7fd0

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She was in a pub so I assumed she was eighteen. She certainly didn’t look any older. To describe her, the most succinct way would be to use the word chav.

She arrived at our table so we stopped kissing, but our mutual fingering continued.

She was in a tank top. No bra, though her tits were screaming for some help in their fight against gravity. I suspected my bra would fit to a tee. Her skirt was tight and reached barely halfway down her chubby thighs. A weird collection of jewellery hung around her neck which looked to have been garnered from a rubbish bin. She wasn’t attractive and had made no attempt to help nature, but strangely she exuded a certain sexual aura. Or perhaps, and more likely, I was so hot I’d be happy to play with anything new.

She didn’t speak, just looked at us and appeared to be chewing something. I opened the conversation. “Can we help you?”

She looked at me as though I’d suddenly materialised out of thin air.

“That bleedin’ lot’s boring. I fancy a screw. Can I join ya?”

I felt Lizzie’s fingers clamp over my pussy. Was that a yes or a no?

I glanced at my friend. I knew what I’d say, but the decision wasn’t mine to make alone but I recognised the look in my friend's eyes so replied, “Have you been with women before?” She gave me a withering stare. “Fuck, yeah, loads. Younger than you two, though. Much.”

Her attitude irritated me. Not just the implication we were old, but the bored tone, the ‘I think you might be less boring than my mates’ implication.

I decided we’d surprise her.

“Come closer,” I told her. She stepped right up to me and I slid a hand up her skirt. She didn’t react. Cotton knickers. Not damp. Let’s see if she was as brazen as her surly attitude indicated, I thought. Did she really want sex with us, or was she just amusing herself? Perhaps to have a laugh with her mates after. Two old biddies on the razzle thinking they were sexy. I wondered if it was a mistake to invite her to join us, but she had great tits and my body was telling me to invade her body. I wondered. Perhaps we could have some fun. Experiment. There was no way I could discuss my thoughts with Lizzie, so I just went for it.

“Take your knickers off. We don’t like cotton pants.” I adopted a school ma’am voice. I hoped Lizzie wouldn’t object to what I had in mind. If the girl did, it was no enormous loss.

Her hands went up her skirt, pulled her knickers down and threw them on our table, a look of challenge on her face. ‘See? No problem you old biddy.’

I remembered mine were still on the floor, now around just one ankle.

“Pick mine up. Stuff them in your mouth.” I raised my foot so she could grab them. Her expression changed. Not so cocksure of herself.

Her eyes screwed up. “What? Fuck that.”

“Okay, goodbye. Enjoy your evening.” I turned and recommenced kissing Lizzie. I had no idea what my friend thought of the exchange, but judging by her kiss, she was okay with it.

The girl grabbed her pants and stomped back to her friends. A couple of them looked up and exchanged words with her, then glanced over at us.

The encounter had changed the atmosphere between Lizzie and me, and we broke the kiss and sat back.

“What had you planned for her?” Lizzie asked.

“Not a clue. No, that’s not strictly true. I thought if she’d play along, we could take her into the ladies and have some three-way fun. I’m not sure quite what that would have entailed, but with that attitude, I quite fancied giving her a good spanking.”

“Mm, given how forward she was, I’m surprised she baulked at stuffing your panties in her mouth. After all, it’s such an everyday request, having a woman old enough to be your mother asking you to do that.” The sarcasm was obvious, so I replied, “Don’t you start going on about my age or I’ll have to give you a good spanking, too.” Suddenly the sexy atmosphere returned.

“Oh, yes, please.” This time I couldn’t tell if she was joking or not. We’d never got into that scene and I had no idea if she enjoyed it. I know on the few occasions I’d administered a spanking to others, it had turned me on. I pressed on.

“Right. Follow me.” I downed the remains of my wine, stood up, and headed for the toilets. Lizzie followed. The loo was empty, so I had a choice. I could take her into a cubicle which would be more private but cramped, or do it by the sinks where anyone might walk in on us. No contest. By the sinks.

“Right, bend over, put your hands on the basin.” Lizzie obeyed.

“You really want this?” I had to ask. It was a new departure, one which she’d never given me any inkling she might enjoy.

“I’ve no idea. Never done it other than Chris giving me a playful slap now and again, but it seems it’s a night of new and kinky experiences, so let’s see.”

She sprayed her legs out. I pushed her skirt up to her waist and her knickers down to her knees. Oh god, the sight of that delicious bum nearly made me forget about the spanking and get on my knees to rim her. My juice was practically running out of me. My body was again telling me what a turn-on I found this woman. But. Stick to the script! I fingered her pussy gently, making sure she was in the mood. She was. My fingers came away soaked, and I sucked them dry before giving Lizzie a gentle slap on each buttock.

She didn’t react, so I increased the strength of my slap. The noise echoed around the loo, but I doubted it went any further. That slap caused Lizzie to gasp. I did it again. Another gasp and a, “Oh fuck!” She didn’t tell me to stop though.

That’s when the door opened and our young friend walked in.

“Thought you’d be at it. P’raps I will join you.” No, may I? I was now in a mood though nad this young girl could help relieve it.

“Come on then, let's see if you are as kinky as you want to be. Bend over, hands on the basin. What’s your name?”

“Bev. What yer planning?”

“I’m planning on giving you a spanking for being a pain. Then my friend and I are going to play with your tits and finger both your holes till you flood the floor with your juice.” I said it with what I hoped was a Dom like voice.

“Yeah, right,” she said in a bored voice as if I’d asked her to do the washing up. She turned to the basins, leant on them and open her legs. I pushed her skirt up to her waist. She hadn’t bothered to put her knickers back on. I was so wet. My body was again telling me what a turn-on this was. Particularly as I didn’t like the girl. Correction, I didn’t like her attitude. She deserved a spanking. I fingered her pussy, making sure she was in the mood. She was damp, but not in the same league as Lizzie and I. I used two fingers and fucked her hard. No prisoners, pushing my digits hard and far into her. It had an effect. Her juices came on stream. My fingers came away soaked, and I sucked them dry before pushing them back in, soaking them again and offering them to Lizzie to suck. She happily did so, but showed no inclination to get involved. She read the question on my face. “I’ll watch, see where it takes me.”

I started on Bev’s punishment. A gentle slap on each buttock.

She didn’t react, so I increased the strength of my slap. The noise again echoed around the loo. That slap caused Bev to gasp. Good. I did it again. Another gasp and a, “Oh fuck!” She didn’t tell me to stop. I alternated the slaps between each buttock. Both reddened. That affected me. I gave her a full-blown slap. That elicited a reaction! “Stop! Fuck, that’s enough.” I stepped back. Looked at Liz. She’d enjoyed it, too. I could see the excitement in her eyes. “She’s yours,” I said to my friend and backed off.

Lizzie needed no encouragement. She knelt down behind the girl and kissed her pussy. Licking the length of her lips. Nibbling on her clit. The girl’s gasps had changed to moans. I was fingering myself, but needed more. I stood beside the Bev, pushed her tee-shirt up, exposing her breasts. Definitely as large as mine. I grabbed one. Squeezed. She didn’t object.

Then the door opened. It was surprising we’d had so long uninterrupted. As the door swung open, a voice called out, “Bev? You okay? You’ve been… oh fuck. Shit. Okay, Bev?”

“Fuck, yeah, want some? These two are fucking hot.”

The girl hesitated. She looked over her shoulder. “Nah, better not, Dean’ll go ballistic. See ya later.” And with that, she was gone.

Lizzie hadn’t stopped her kissing, nor I my groping. Surreal!

Bev was now near orgasm. Too close to stop. She sounded as though she was giving birth as she came, her hips trembling, her head thrown back and a final, “Fuck me.”

I gave her a minute to calm down. “Right, let’s see what you can do.” I leant my back against the wash basins and opened my legs. Lizzie stood up beside me in the same pose while Bev got on her knees and alternately serviced us both.

She had been with other girls for sure. For one so young, she had an awesome technique and soon had us both orgasming.

That’s when the door opened again. Unfortunately, this time not one of her friends but a middle-aged woman who looked as though she had never smiled in her life. The tableau that greeted her was hardly likely to change that. She almost screamed. “What on earth? How disgusting! What do you think you’re doing? (I guessed a rhetorical question) Revolting women. I’m seeing the manager.” She turned and stormed out. We looked at each other. Lizzie and I simply smiled, but Bev said what we were thinking: “Silly old bat, probably not had it for yonks.” We rearranged our clothing, putting on what we needed to be halfway respectable and decided to leave, while Bev went back to her friends. “You be alright with her seeing the manager?”

“Fuck yeah, he ain’t about to throw me out.” She didn’t need to explain why not!

“Okay, thanks for the fun. Hope it stopped your evening from being boring.”

“Ha, yeah, did that. Thanks. See ya.” And she was gone. As were we. A quick exit out of the back door seemed most sensible!

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