Beer Garden Afternoon
Somehow it’s become a rule for me that whenever I go to an event, a birthday party, or just a regular bar, after a while everything starts revolving around sex. I can’t even imagine one without the other anymore. This pattern has followed me since my very first party, and it hasn’t failed me even on a single sweltering day when my partner and I headed to a bar in the afternoon to cool off a bit.
We were sitting in the outdoor seating area; the sun was shining beautifully, and we were cooling off with draft 10° beer. We had plenty to talk about, so time flew by until the beer started to take its toll and I began running to the bathroom every few minutes. The walk from the outdoor seating area through the bar became more difficult and longer with every glass I drank. And since, to my partner’s delight, I was dressed like a slut and, in that heat, was wearing only the bare minimum to keep from being naked, I couldn’t escape the leering glances and comments from the reveling regulars. Most of them were nice, but occasionally there were some crude remarks, which I took more as a compliment than as an insult. It didn’t bother me, because it served its purpose. When I was returning from the restroom for about the third time, a regular from a table I regularly walked past called out to me with an unexpected question: would I like to join them and keep them company? With a smile, I replied that I really appreciated the kind invitation, but that my partner was out in the garden and I had to go see him. “Sure. Well, at least for a shot, right? You could have one with us, couldn’t you?” one of them asked, giving me a gentle slap on the butt. “Okay. Why not,” I replied, and waited for them to bring it. We had a shot, briefly introduced ourselves, and I went back to the patio. The same thing happened again on my next trip to the restroom, and by then I was already in a good mood, slowly letting my inhibitions slip away. They started teasing me and suggesting naughty scenarios for the evening. I explained the whole situation to my partner, and we agreed to finish our drinks, pay the bill, and head home to continue.
Before we left, I went to take a piss one last time, hoping I could avoid another invitation. But the moment I walked past their table—where things were already getting pretty wild—I had his hand on my ass again. He pulled me toward him and brazenly slid his hand under my skirt to the spot usually covered by panties. I hadn’t expected this at all and tried to pull away discreetly. Just a moment earlier, I’d gotten myself going in the bathroom so I’d be really wet and horny—it was supposed to be a surprise for my partner. Sometimes I do that so we can jump right into it. But the more I tried to pull away, the more he groped me there and pressed me against him. He didn’t seem at all fazed by the absence of panties and calmly ordered another round. I started fidgeting and shifting nervously, since I really had to pee and was afraid I’d let it go on his hand at any moment. After the toast, I excused myself and hurried off to relieve myself in style. I was pretty turned on by the whole thing and excited about having sex that night. Little did I know what was about to happen.
As I stood in front of the mirror getting ready to go out, the door opened and that “asshole” walked in. “You must have gotten the wrong door. The men’s room is next door,” I told him with a smile, pulling down my mini-skirt, which I’d still had hiked up over my ass so I wouldn’t pee on it. He didn’t answer; he closed the door behind him and started looking around the stalls. When he realized we were alone, he grabbed my hand and dragged me into one of them, saying, “Come here, you bitch!” Before I could say anything or react, I was bent over a sink with my skirt hiked up. “I knew you were bare,” he said triumphantly when my bare ass appeared before him. “I don’t wear panties,” I blurted out, “but you could’ve just asked me straight out—I would’ve told you, and you wouldn’t have had to go to all this trouble to chase after me. Is that all you were thinking about? Are you satisfied now?” I asked, slowly pulling my skirt back down, anxious about what would happen next. He caught me off guard; he started unbuttoning his pants and getting aroused. “No, no,” flashed through my mind, “here we go again!” Although I was flattered by his interest, I was still torn. My head was telling me to leave, and my pussy was telling me to let him satisfy me. And if I hadn’t already been in such an intoxicated mood—willing to do anything naughty and incredibly horny—I probably would have walked away. But I succumbed to lust and the desire for a lewd orgasm, determined to let him fuck me. As he rubbed himself against my ass, I realized he’d already gotten himself ready, so I leaned forward. He spread my cheeks until my labia parted, and, gripping my ass tightly, he slid smoothly inside me. I held him there until he came inside me, then turned around, sat astride the toilet bowl, licked my palm, and started jerking him off. When I felt him start to twitch beautifully inside my hand, I held him gently from below and picked up the pace. His cum splattered all over the stall! “You little slut,” he said, unrolling a bit of toilet paper to wipe himself off. “Sorry, but I just couldn’t stand watching you walk around so provocatively with your nipples poking through your blouse, and when I realized you weren’t wearing any underwear and felt your wet pussy, I just couldn’t control myself,” he said in his defense as he tucked his dick back into his pants. I shook my head in disbelief and checked myself to see if I still had any “souvenirs” from him on me. “So it was me after all, even though it was supposed to be for someone else,” I thought to myself. “Well, at least it was just you,” was the nonsensical reply I managed to muster as I wiped the last drops of cum from my neck.
Just then, I heard the door open and someone yell, “Damn it, where are you? You said you were going to take a piss, and you’ve been gone forever.” I recognized the voice, but I couldn’t place it. “Well, are you here or not!” he yelled again. “See you later, and stop by for another one,” said the “asshole” to me and walked out of the stall, heading back into the bar. “You asshole, we’re waiting for you out there to order, and you’re probably jerking off in here!” he said in a quieter voice, chuckling. I sat motionless, waiting for them to leave. I just managed to hear “Asshole” quietly reply, “Yeah, yeah, yeah, she’s in the first stall.” “Oh, I see. So it’s probably a bet,” I thought. Then the door slammed shut, and assuming they’d left together, I was about to head over to the sink. But I was wrong. Before I could even reach for the doorknob, the door flew open, and with my skirt still hiked up around my waist, I had another visitor. With his hard cock in his hand, the “asshole’s” pursuer stood before me and, staring wide-eyed at my bare pussy, mumbled slurringly, “Suck me off too, so he doesn’t feel left out.” “Are you guys out of your minds? Am I your wife or something? Save that for home,” I replied to his request. Without taking his eyes off the spot where his friend had been sliding just a moment ago, he tried to shove it back into his pants. “Come here—you probably won’t be able to shove it in there in this state,” I took the initiative, pulled him toward me, and settled back down on the bowl with his cock sticking out right in front of my face. “So what are we going to do with you? That’s not going to go down anytime soon, is it?” I asked him, though I couldn’t imagine just letting a guy I’d gotten all worked up leave like that. I’ve never done that, and I don’t intend to break that rule, especially if I’m the one who caused it. “It doesn’t matter anymore anyway,” I thought to myself, took it in my palm, and circled his glans with my thumb. “I can’t let you leave like this,” I reassured him and continued the massage. It was clear to me that there was no turning back now, and I thought I’d just jerk him off, but he shamelessly took advantage of my inattention, moved closer, and slid it past my wet lips into my mouth. And so I couldn’t escape his desires, he held my head and started thrusting, as if he were fucking a pussy. He thrust so eagerly and deeply that he splattered my whole throat. It was only a moment, but he literally fucked my mouth like an inflatable doll! He let go of my head, borrowed my handkerchief—which I’d been holding in my other hand the whole time, left over from the previous visit—and started wiping his softening cock with it. “Done?” I asked. “Yeah, see ya,” he muttered quickly, slammed the door, and disappeared.
I stayed sitting on the toilet, waiting. I don’t even know what for. The door creaked again. I pricked up my ears and held onto the doorknob—it was occupied—when suddenly a pleasant voice echoed through the room, soothing my soul. It was my partner, who was starting to worry about where I’d been for so long. “Hey, are you in there? Are you okay? Are you all right?” he asked cautiously. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. No, don’t worry. Everything’s fine,” I reassured him, opening the stall door a crack. “I just had an unexpected visitor,” I added. “What kind of visitor?” he asked in surprise. “Oh, I accidentally provoked two guys at that table who were ordering shots for me, and they came in here to relieve themselves!” I tried to explain my delay simply. “Relieve themselves? How am I supposed to understand that? They have their own bathroom,” he added, confused. “Oh, not ‘relieve themselves’ the way you mean,” I clarified, lowering my head and noticing a drop of semen still trickling down the toe of my black pump. “Oh, okay, that’s fine. So you’re having fun here while you leave me waiting over there,” he said, a little grumpily. “But I wasn’t enjoying myself at all—I’m saving that for you. I took it in the ass as payback for those shots,” I said, trying to dispel his irritation. “Oh, I see,” he said in a kinder tone and went into the other stall to take a piss. I got turned on when I heard him peeing next to me, so I went over to him. I stood behind him and stroked my pussy. “Wanna have a quickie right here, since I’m already turned on? Go ahead and touch me!” I offered, spreading my legs with one foot resting on the edge of the toilet bowl. And without even realizing it, it was the very foot with a splash on the pump that was impossible to miss. “You’re really something, you know that,” he said when he finished peeing, staring at my provocatively stretched-out foot in the soiled pump. “You really don’t feel like touching yourself?” I asked one more time as he was just shaking it off. That apparently got to him, because before I could finish my last word, he was already fingering my pussy. “It’s all spread open just for you today, darling,” I whispered in his ear, indulging wickedly in his fingers. “If only you weren’t bullshitting. And those two didn’t touch each other, right?” he asked sarcastically. “I just jerked them off, and I didn’t come with either of them. I saved that for you!” I lied mercifully, even though I knew he didn’t believe me anyway. “You know me,” I added. “Exactly. I can picture it vividly—you bar whore!” he said bluntly, kneeling beneath me and starting to lick. “But now I’m your whore,” I replied, leaning my back against the stall wall and holding my labia apart with both hands so he could slide his tongue as deep as possible. I could really feel myself getting wet on his tongue. “Lick! Lick! Don’t stop! I’m coming!” I cried out uncontrollably and surrendered to an unbridled orgasm. “And now it’s your turn,” I said, “I’m just going to pee, hold on,” and I was about to step over the toilet bowl. But he pulled me close, began kissing me passionately, and pleasured himself between my thighs. “Don’t you want to fuck me?” I asked him, pulling my legs together. “Yeah, but I want to savor you first,” he replied and began kissing my entire neck. It was pleasant and exciting, but I’d rather have felt him inside me. We were so absorbed in each other that we didn’t even notice someone had entered the adjacent stall until we heard the toilet flush. But at that moment, we didn’t care at all. “So are you going to cum between my thighs?” I asked, when suddenly he spun me around from behind and fucked me hard and kinky. “What was that supposed to be?” I asked, surprised by his sudden and unpredictable reaction, wiping my beautifully pounded pussy. “Go to the mirror and you’ll understand,” he replied. I looked at him in confusion, pulled down my skirt, and walked over.
I couldn’t help but start laughing. I still had dried semen all over my neck and in my hair—I hadn’t had time to wipe it off after my first “visit.” “Hmm. What can you do?” I said with a mysterious smile and shrugged. He shook his head, sighed, and motioned for me to get out of there. We slipped back into the bar unnoticed; by then, half the guests had already left, including the table with the “asshole.” We decided to have one more cold beer to calm down and then head out. That really hit the spot! It was the proverbial icing on the cake that capped off my playful afternoon in the garden.
