We sat at our little bar table side by side. You had your left arm around me, gently rubbing my arm with your left hand. Your right hand was cupping my right breast, your fingers tickling my nipple.

You nudged my legs farther apart and slipped your hand in to glide along my slit. Stopping on my clit, you rubbed it gently. Now you twisted in your seat to face me and swiveled my body towards you.

“Did you clean it all up?” you asked, “or did you leave some spunk in there for me?” You now had my right knee between both your legs, and bending towards me as if to give me a hug, you slipped your the fingers of your right hand into my pussy while holding me still with your left hand on my right shoulder. I sighed with pleasure.

Finger fucking me hard, I watched the crowd beyond you dancing, talking, drinking, and never knowing what we were doing under the table. I kissed your neck and held you close to me. This erotic embrace was going to get messy when I started to squirt. My small animal noises were turning you on, I could tell. You also started breathing hard.

“You little fucking whore,” you said, “You like fucking strangers in the bathroom? You like me fucking you out here where anyone could see? You want my cock in your pussy. You like being fucked hard by my cock. You slutty little cum whore.” You went on like that as I felt my pussy dripping again and imagined it dribbling on the floor below.

Your dirty talk always turns me on when we’re in public. My legs were starting to tremble. My body knew to expect a huge orgasm shortly.