The job had developed problems, which kept me from going home for the weekend. But the nights were getting longer, and reception had recommended a couple of nice pubs not too far away.

So, the Saturday evening saw me walking across the biggest pub garden I’d seen in ages, and into a pretty little pub, that was doing good evening business. I don’t know why I scanned the faces of the customers sitting at the tables, I was almost 200 miles from home, I wasn’t going to recognise anyone…

God, she’s beautiful! Sitting at a table, with some lucky bastard. Petite, with long brunette hair, glasses, wearing a tight white blouse just hiding an amazing set of tits, and a skirt that wasn’t too short, but as I looked, she crossed her legs, and the hem rose up her thighs. A pair of strappy black wedges finish her off. Good enough to eat! I wandered to the bar, making sure I could see her. She was deep in conversation with the man, laughing and sweeping her long hair back. She occasionally glanced round the room, and eventually, she caught my eye. I smiled, and she smiled back, picked up her drink, and suggestively rolled the tip of her tongue round the straw in her drink, before looking back at her partner. I felt my cock twitch in my trousers. I continued glancing across at them, and a couple of minutes later, she caught my eye again. This time, she rested her hand on her skirt and slowly pulled it up her leg, showing my more of her thigh. She then scooted along the bench, hiding her legs behind the table. Disappointed, I went to look away, then realised she was still looking at me, and patting the seat where she had been. Grabbing my drink, I walked towards their table. Her partner was still smiling, and I saw her glance down at my rapidly hardening cock, before returning her gaze to mine.

“Excuse me, is this seat taken?”.

She giggled slightly. “No, please come and join us. I saw you looking at me, and couldn’t leave you all alone over there.” Introductions were made, and during the small talk that followed, I explained why I was there, and Michael told me that they lived about 20 miles away, but liked to visit different areas.

I was aware of how close Helen was sitting to me. I could feel her leg pressing against mine, could smell her perfume, feel her long hair brushing against my shoulder. During a lull in the chat, I sensed an unspoken message pass between them. Michael stood up, saying he was going to get a round in. He winked at Helen, and left the table.

I turned in my seat to face her, and noticed she had undone another button on her blouse. I was pretty certain she wasn’t wearing a bra, and I could see the swell of her breasts, and her nipples hardening under my gaze. I glanced round. Michael was stood at the end of the bar, making no attempt to catch the barman’s eye. Rather he was watching us. I turned back to Helen.

“I don’t usually stare at people in the pub, but I was captivated by your legs, and the way your skirt rode up. Can I ask you a personal question?”

Helen looked at me over the top of her glass, and licked her lips. “Of course. But I do reserve the right to answer your question with another question, if required.”

I gently brushed her long hair away from her shoulder, and leaned forward, my lips just grazing the taut skin of her neck. She stiffened slightly, her leg pressing hard against mine. I whispered in her ear, “are you wearing tights, or stockings?”

She paused for a second or two, then replied in a small voice. “stockings…”

I very gently bit her earlobe. She moaned. I whispered again, “I don’t believe you, Show me.” Helen gasped and, putting her drink back on the table, turned her head to look at me. Our faces were no more than 6 inches apart as she took my hand, and placed it on her knee. She spread her legs slightly. “If you want to know, you’re going to have to find out for yourself…” Still staring into her eyes, I slowly slid my hand up her leg. I could feel the muscles in her thigh twitching as my hand slipped under the hem of her skirt. “Is Michael watching?” I asked. Almost reluctantly, Helen broke my gaze, and looked over my shoulder to the bar. “Yes, he’s watching. He can see your hand under my skirt…” I bit her other ear this time, harder, as my hand slid over the nylon, and onto soft, warm skin. “Good, I’d hate for him to miss this.” Still idly stroking her bare thigh, I bought my other hard up and pinched one of her hard nipples. Helen moaned again. “So, stockings, no bra,” I pinched her other nipple, harder. “How about panties? I’m guessing I know the answer, but I have to ask…” Without answering, Helen’s legs opened. My hand slid further up. I felt heat, smooth skin, and wetness. “Hm, perfect. A hot, shaved, wet little pussy. My absolute favourite type!” She shuddered as my fingers slipped between her lips, feeling her slickness.

“Stick them in me. Oh God, now!” Helen grabbed hold of my arm as I entered her, and I could feel her shake as a small orgasm hit her. She thrust her crotch at me, and I rubbed my thumb over her aroused clit. Her mouth was open, unable to form the words as I finger fucked her in the pub, as Michael came back to the table. He sat down. “You need to be careful, Simon. Helen rarely cums quietly!” Reluctantly, I gently withdrew my wet fingers from her. She moaned as I held them against my lips, tasting her wetness.

As if nothing had happened, Michael remarked, “I think we all need some fresh air. Come on, let’s go for a stroll….” He and I stood up, trying to adjust our stiff cocks in our trousers. Helen slid out of the booth, her short skirt riding up, showing us her legs, naked thighs, and shaved cunt. I gasped, she smiled, “Oops!” Grabbing Michael’s hand, she walked out of the pub. I followed, watching her behind move under her skirt. What an amazing sight that was. As we stepped outside, it was dusk, but still quite warm. A few of the tables near the pub were occupied, but stretching down across the lawn, the others were vacant. Reaching behind her, Helen took my hand in hers, and we three walked across the grass away from the pub. I can’t remember what we talked about, I was entranced by the sight of Helen’s tits jiggling in her tight blouse. Eventually I tore my eyes away from her cleavage, and glanced back up the slope towards the bar. Shrubs and foliage almost completely hid us. We stopped, and Helen pulled Michael to her. They kissed, a long embrace. I tried to pull away, but she held my hand firmly in hers. Eventually they separated, and she turned to me. She was breathing hard, her mouth open, her nipples erect under her blouse. Taking a step towards me, she pulled me to her. Willingly, I kissed her, hard. Our mouths were open, tongues fighting against each other. I felt a movement, and noticed Michael had taken a step away, watching us kiss. Helen’s hand slid round my neck, pulling my face harder against hers. As she ground her body against mine, I slipped a hand up the back of her skirt onto her behind, and cupped one of her arse cheeks. The skin felt smooth and soft. I went to slip my fingers between her legs, but she broke away, a huge smile on her face, as she looked first at me, then Michael, who was leaning against a tree.

Slowly walking backwards towards the last picnic table, Helen began undoing the remaining buttons on her blouse, before pulling it wide open, showing us her amazing tits. She cupped them, offering them to us as she bumped against the table’s edge, before lying back, pulling her skirt up as she did so, and spreading her legs wide. One hand wandered down her body to her now exposed cunt, a finger gently sliding between her lips. She lifter her head up and looked at me. “Come here….”

I walked to stand by her, and helped her to undo my belt, trousers, and zip, before reaching into my trousers and pulling out my painfully erect cock. Michael was between her legs, his rock-hard cock in his hand, feeding the tip into her wet cunt, as she wrapped her fingers round me, and pulled me into her mouth. Her tongue flicked round the head of my cock, and I felt the vibration as she moaned when Michael slid his entire length into her. She moved her head, letting my cock slip out of her mouth, glistening with her saliva. She looked at her boyfriend, “God yes, fuck me Michael. Fuck me hard…” She turned to me again, as Michael set up a rhythm, slamming in and out of her. She run her tongue round my full balls, and licked up the underside of my shaft, before closing her lips round the tip, sucking hard. I reached out and grabbed her nipples, pulling the already hard points between my fingers, twisting them. She cried out as another orgasm hit her, and Michael lifted both her stocking clad legs up over his shoulders, so he could get himself even deeper into her. I knelt on the seat, and grabbed her long hair, balling my fist into it, and began to face fuck her in time with her husband, two hard cocks pistoning into her willing body. Helen’s nails were digging into my behind, pulling me into her, when Michael spoke. “Time to swap places, if you want…? I leant back, a thin trail of saliva looping from my cock to her lips. Helen sobbed gently as Michael withdrew from her. “Quick, give me more cock, pleeeese…” Michael smiled, and slapped me on the shoulder as we shuffled past each other, our trousers round our knees.

I grabbed Helen’s hand, and pulled her up, kissing her hard on her mouth, tasting my saltiness on her tongue. “Bend over!” She quickly obeyed, sliding off the table and turning around, bending over and resting herself on one forearm, reaching behind her with the other to grab me, pulling me towards her. I slapped her hand away, and watched as Michael stuffed his cock into her mouth, before looking down down at her cunt. Her lips were red, waiting for me. Her thighs and stocking tops were soaked with her own arousal. Grabbing her hips, I too slammed straight into her. She felt so hot, and tight.

Helen was frantically licking her own juices off Michael’s cock, wanking him at the same time. My hands moved from her hips to her behind, now glistening with a thin film of perspiration, pulling her cheeks apart. The wetness gave me an idea, and I stuffed my thumb into her arse. She stifled a scream as I fucked both her holes. I pushed my thumb in as far as I could, feeling my cock moving into her receptive cunt. “She likes it up the arse too”, Michael groaned, watching me. “Always sets her off…”. I could feel the first twitch of my own orgasm approaching, as I slammed into her, again and again. Michael recognised the signs, and pulled his length out of her, and started wanking himself. Helen was writhing on the table, as another huge orgasm shot through her. “Cum in me, fill me up….” That’s all it took. With a shudder, I came, shooting my hot cum deep into her, feeling her muscles milking me dry. Michael came too, shouting out as he shot ribbons of stick cum all over Helen’s face and hair. I pulled out of her and fell to my knees, exhausted, kissing her arse and the back of her thighs, watching as my spunk dripped out of her and down her stockings. Helen looked back at me, still breathing heavily as Michael’s cum covered her face. “I need a wash, and more cock. Let’s go back to your hotel….”

 

Wow .. fantastic start - it got.me so hot.
Played.woth my clit and fingered myself
5 stars story

 

Wow. That’s the kind of review I like!! X

 

Love this, would definitely want to fuck a sexy stranger like this with my partner. Very sexy story please write more!

 

Astonishing story.

 

great story so hot reading bent over misses and fucked her arse hard

 

What, so *I* do all the hard work writing a great bit of porn, and *you* get some first class anal?? That’s hardly fair, is it??? LOL. (Next time, give her one for me...)

 

Cheers I cum deep inside her arse then she sucked me clean back to hardness and then we fucked again

 

Oh come on!! I should get commission!! A quick knee trembler, or at least a handjob...

 

Got me wet reading it too, had to stick my fingers in my pussy and make myself cum

 

I'm glad you 'enjoyed' it so much....

 

Awesome story

 

Thank you

 

Nice one! Love the way you describe .

 

Thank you x

 

You are an expert in writing. I wish someday I can write such a good story full of attraction.

 

Reading that made me cum