As I pulled on my new mini skirt I wondered to myself why I was getting so dressed up just to go to the local with my boyfriend. Two months of working until the early hours of the morning must have taken their toll on my social life and I now found myself taking any little opportunity to get my glad-rags on. But I felt good about the way I looked (for once), my stockings, suspenders and bursting cleavage were giving me kinky sort of confidence. As I walked down the stairs I could see by the look on Jon's face, I was definitely dressed to impress!
We sat together in a quiet corner of the pub; it was nice just to spend some time together. The crowd the same as always, students; leery rugby lads out on the pull, skint wasters drinking tap water, and blonde haired barbie freshers fluttering their eye lashes, but the beer was cheep so I shouldn't really complain. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed a girl sat alone at the bar, she was pretty; long dark hair, big green eyes with an amazing figure, so it struck me as a little odd that she would be alone. When I looked up I saw her unashamedly staring at Jon. By this point I had had quite a bit to drink so was feeling a little feisty, to say the least. Obviously Jon was rather pleased with himself and wasted no time in telling me how lucky I was to have such a stud... no woman can keep their eyes off him... blah blah blah.
All I could do was to mutter something about stabbing the stupid little slut's eyes out and how she must be cold wearing nothing but a piece of string like the hussy she quite clearly was (she actually looked quite classy and I would have killed for a figure like hers) but he was right, I was a very lucky girl. I had no problem with her looking at him, if anything it was an incredible compliment and a bit of a turn on, but she could have least tried to hide her flirtatious smile and her wicked glare. However as the conversation turned to our imminent holiday I soon forgot all about the harlot at the bar.
As the pub began to empty I decided it would now be safe to go to the toilet without fear of standing in a week long queue. As I stood up I looked over to the bar to check on Jon's admirer but she was no where to be seen, good riddance! Just as I had predicted I had free reign of the toilet and chose the cubicle farthest from the door. Trust me to have a choice of five cubicles and pick the one with a broken lock, but I was bursting and the place was quiet enough. When I'd finished negotiating my stockings I turned round to flush the toilet and suddenly felt a cold hand creep up my skirt and gently squeeze my buttock. I smiled to myself, "Jon", I chastised, "we've been warned about this before, you can't just come to the ladies, you're a naughty boy", I giggled. The hand spanked my arse and made a satisfying slapping noise which was interrupted by a stranger's voice, "urm, my name's Lila, my hands might be quite large but I've never been mistaken for a man before". I spun round in shock to see the girl from the bar stood in front of me, flashing a cheeky grin and looking incredibly sexy. "Sorry about that but I just had to get my hands on your fantastic arse", her voice was so seductive, and I was absolutely speechless. I couldn't take my eyes off her; she was stunning face to face, much prettier than looking at her from across a crowded pub. Ironically I was ready to gouge her eyes out for staring; now it was me who needed a sharp slap.
She was taller than me with beautifully smooth long legs, toned tummy and big tits considering her frame. "Oh, I'm sorry for staring before but I just thought you looked really pretty and I was trying to tell whether you were sat with your boyfriend or if he was just your friend or bother or something", she sounded slightly embarrassed, which just made her look so cute. She motioned towards me and put her arm around my waist, I must have been behaving like a school girl; I was so taken aback I didn't know what to do. "Just relax", Lila whispered, she brought her head down to my ear "I'm just here for a bit of fun!" Feeling her breath so close to me made the hairs on the back of neck stand on end and I could feel my heart racing faster.
She leant in and gently kissed me slowly on the lips, then reached her hand to my head and pulled me into her. We kissed faster and harder, our tongues entwined. I began to feel the moisture building between my legs and hoped Lila wouldn't notice as I squirmed from the pleasure. I could feel my nipples growing harder and fighting against the thin fabric of my low cut top, it was as if Lila had also sensed my erect nipples as her hand began to travel slowly and teasingly towards them. She eased down my top and took my breasts in both her hands, and then she stopped kissing me and turned her attention to my hard nipples. She kissed my tits and slowly let her tongue dance over the most sensitive parts making me moan, she let her teeth graze my nipples before firmly biting them. This was such a turn on and I was now starting to get very wet. As her hands began to travel again I realised I not yet spoken to her, I began to open my mouth and speak but Lila put her finger to my lips "shh, just enjoy," she whispered. I licked her finger and playfully bit the tip; I think she was getting off on the anonymity of the encounter.
There was a shelf above the toilet, she told me to sit on it which I did. She kneeled in front of me and spread my legs wide. She stroked my inner thigh, her hands felt so good on top of my stockings. As she looked down she began to smile "someone seems to be enjoying themselves," my pussy must have been wetter than I thought, my thong was getting damp. Teasing me she traced her finger over my thong, then pulled it to one side and suddenly inserted two fingers inside me. I wasn't expecting this and let out a large moan, "shh, we don't want anyone to catch us doing something we shouldn't be" she said, enjoying every second of our illicit encounter. She slid her fingers inside me again and then licked them, she told me I tasted sweet and made me kiss her deep so we could share my juices.
