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The Pub Wall, What a Surprise
by RodgertheDodger (drawingnear1@gmail.com)
***
Young married woman, hubby away for long periods -
workmate walks her home and then for drinks after work -
they're both horny, hot and wet, and there is the pub
wall outside. (MF, reluc, cheat, rom)
***
I was a sweet young thing, recently married and with a
small child who mainly stayed with my Mom while I was at
work. Hubby was often gone for weeks, sometimes a month,
but he made a good living supporting us. I was too young
to have a child, in my mind, I was just barely 21, full
of hormones, didn't want more children, one was enough,
joy but burden along therewith, you know what I mean.
Days at home, no husband, boredom, a job was the thing
and my Mom loved caring for our youngster.
I was a good girl but often horny. I once told the
nurse, who asked if I had any problems, that I got
really wet down there. She just laughed and left me in
the examination room to ruminate what was so funny about
the question. So prim and proper but got wet easily and
pregnant and now with a youngster.
I got a job. Wouldn't you? A little walking around money
and something to do, people to meet, like, shall I say,
Johnnie. We sold, or rather, rented TV's and computers
and things, pay as you go but have them now, for people
with little credit, Johnnie would walk me home sometimes
and flatter me along the way, "Do you know how people
look at you?"
No, I didn't, but he would tell me, how my long auburn
hair was gorgeous, how I made men turn around and look
at my hair and legs and my ass, how I was "hot." And so,
working days would pass and the walks home were more fun
than work.
One night he told me he'd buy me a drink on the way
home, I arranged for child to be with Mom overnight,
that day I wore a shorter skirt than usual, combed my
hair until it really shined, we were going to a pub,
have a drink and then he would, as usual, walk me home
but what a surprise was in store for me that night along
the low wall outside the pub.
Oh, I knew Johnnie was just a flattering young bloke who
meant no harm, I was a married woman with a young child.
But he knew hubby was gone for periods, I guess he knew
about hormones and young girls, he could never guess how
I got so wet at times, how I made that nurse laugh with
my question, and the other girls at work saw him paying
attention to me and would tell me things: "Watch out for
Johnnie," they would giggle, "walking you home is just
the start of things." I didn't know what the "things"
were, he was nice to me. I would find out about "things"
and "low Pub walls" that night.
All I could think of that day was the "after work" part,
it was a Friday, a weekend ahead, and I would be paid on
Friday, so finally it was that time and Johnnie and I
walked from the office to the pub, it was early Fall, a
warm evening and the crickets were mad in their
celebration, we sat at a table and he brought a pint of
lager and a glass of white wine for me, it was things
about work and the people we worked with and the wine
was warm going down, I didn't know why I was nervous but
I surely was.
Johnnie told me of his wife and how she never had time
for him, how they argued a lot and then he began to talk
about sex and how he got no sex at home and went on
about his wife and she didn't like "fucking" and that
was a startling word for me. Men didn't talk about
"fucking" when they talked to me, but the word was
exciting to me, I felt myself getting wet.
It was so very strange that just a man using that word
could make me wet, my skin was warm, my whole body was
warm, Johnnie brought me another glass of wine to go
with his pint and continued on about his wife and, then
that word again: "fucking" and if it was the wine or the
word or how he looked at me or when I noticed some men
at the bar looking at me, I shivered.
I pressed my legs together, wrong thing to do just then,
I was wet and squeezing my legs sent me more shivers, so
I swallowed some wine and felt a little dizzy about it
all, this man, those men at the bar, squeezing my legs,
getting that thrill, my hubby gone now several weeks, I
wished he was home tonight, I'd tell him to "fuck me." I
wouldn't say it out loud, I was a good girl, but I'd
surely whisper it in his ear when he gave me a hug.
"I was talking to you," Johnnie said, "you seemed to not
be listening."
"I was," I lied, "I was just looking at the men at the
bar. They're staring at us."
"They're not staring at us," Johnnie said, "they're
staring at you, You're really pretty."
I know I blushed. He was a flatterer, that Johnnie,
sitting across from me here in the pub on Friday night
in our little town and I was feeling it was warm in the
room and it was time to go and walk home and I told him
I had enough wine, that I knew my limit.
What I didn't know was my "limits." I was faithful to my
hubby and my child and was not going to be unfaithful. I
was sure of that. It was very hot in the pub and I
waited for Johnnie to finish his pint and pay the bill.
I was looking forward to Saturday morning and going
shopping in town, it would be a beautiful day, it was
warm this evening and surely be a nice morning, those
men at the bar, looking.
Johnnie and all his nice words and the "fucking" word
lingered in my mind and I was thinking of fucking just
now. I went to the ladies to freshen up, my face was
flushed from the wine, my knickers were almost dripping,
I took them off, wrapped them in a paper towel and put
them in my purse. I wiped myself off but that sent more
shivers, my fanny was puffed up and wiping got me hot
but it was time to go, I couldn't stay the night in the
loo!
Johnnie finally, finally, finished his pint and off we
went, waving good night to the bar keep, the men at the
bar gave us, me, a last smile and wave, and off we
popped. It was very dark outside and the crickets were
in full voice, no moon and secluded.
There was a low wall along one side of the pub, Johnnie
pushed me against it and kissed me full on the lips, his
tongue went inside my mouth, exploring my mouth. My
tongue pushed back, "How dare he," I thought as he
insinuated it in and around my tongue, I jerked my head
back and he looked me in the eyes, smiling, his arms
were around my waist.
"You're really pretty tonight, did you see those men
looking at you. Jealous of me to be with a hot girl."
I heard the office girls saying, " walking home with
Johnnie is just the start of things," Johnnie's mouth
was on me again, I was wet again, as his tongue wetted
mine and my mouth felt thick. His breath hot on my
cheek, I looked to see if there was anyone about, we
were alone, laughter and noise from inside, but very
quiet along the pub wall except for crickets.
I shouldn't have taken off my knickers I thought, I was
very wet again and maybe the girls were right: "it was
just the start of things," I was a good girl but my body
was being bad, his breath on my face, my breath on his,
my tongue on his.
I felt dizzy, the night was cool but I was hot, he
pulled me to him and told me how pretty I was and how he
wanted to "fuck" me, there was that word again. I wasn't
going to "fuck" him and told him "No." But his tongue
was whispering to me and his lips were teasing me and I
was wet and hot and said "Johnnie, please don't, please,
" He lifted me on the wall, holding my waist with his
hands. I looked to be sure we were alone.
I heard him unzip and he was around my waist again,
between my legs and I felt the cloth of his pants
against them, pushing and spreading them, "Please
Johnnie," I said again but it was not a "please don't"
it was too late for that as I felt his flesh now, it was
hot and the night was cool and I said just a very weak,
a hoping and willing, "Please, Johnnie!" as I knew I was
wet, that my "cunt" was wet and ready.
I didn't say that word, I imagined my "cunt" and it was
ready for his cock as I felt his skin against my skin
and I looked around, the pub noise and the night noise,
and praying we wouldn't be interrupted, I wanted him to
"fuck" my "cunt", it was hot and wet and ready for
"fucking."
I reached under my skirt, he wasn't in me yet, his cock
was hot and slippery and I held it and looked at him, he
was looking right into me, I was on that wall, "Please
Johnnie!" I said, "fuck me!"
His cock was not as long as hubby's but it seemed very
thick and he pressed against me and I felt the head
spread my lips, he almost hurt me but I loved this bit
of pain, he slipped inside and my cunt adjusted to this
thick pole of a cock, I wanted release.
I wanted fucking, even outside on the low pub wall, he
held me tight and pushed, I opened as wide as I could,
"Please" I repeated as he forced his way deep and I felt
his waist on my waist, his hairs on mine... finally I
was impaled on his thick thing as he churned away into
me, it was cool, we were very wet and hot all at the
same time, he got at me, our tongues, my cunt, his cock,
our breathing.
And then I grabbed at his neck and his waist pulling him
tight as he fucked into me and I fucked him back. I
couldn't get enough of that thick hot cock until I was
finished and came and was cool again and down off that
low pub wall, I had gotten off.
We walked home, cum oozing down my thighs. I was so glad
I could go home to an empty house, clean myself up and
dream about low pub walls. For Johnnie and me, it was
just the "start of things."
To be continued?
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