I went to a local bar with a peekaboo skirt and no underwear, fishnets and a garter. Got drunk, made sure a few people saw that the fishnets ended vs being pantyhose, then exaggerated a stagger from the bar I’d been sitting at to flash my availability to a corner booth.

This guy, older, kinda skeezy (but that got me going) came up soon after with a drink and sat down. I started drinking it, he started putting his hands up my skirt. He found that I had no underwear, and I was wet because he’d been going slow (and I was trying to act like I wasn’t paying attention). He seemed surprised when he couldn’t feel underwear. But when he touched my clit I first moaned (for real, omg) then acted like it “brought me to”, and said I needed to go, trying to get out of the booth, but he’d gotten in on my side like I’d wanted him to and I didn’t struggle too hard, trying to still seem more intoxicated than I was.

He pinned me and kept rubbing and asking if I was sure I had to go. I said “Yes, please” but was breathy by then without trying, and he still didn’t stop. I reached for my purse to get my cellular out, and he asked why. I said I needed to call a taxi… he then took his hand away from my crotch. But he said he’d take me home, and I left with him.

Once he got me in the car he didn’t take me home, but he did take me. And laughed every time he felt me cum on his cock.