The Bear on the Hill is one of my regular drinking establishments on a Friday evening. I seemed to have reserved this place in the corner consisting of a couple of chairs, a table that’s just high enough to sit under and a wonderful view of the bar. It’s slightly set down by a small step, and it’s where I go to be me.

My name’s Carol. My other name is Carl, but when I go out to The Bear, I always dress as Carol. The clientele has only ever known me as Carol and I’m more than happy with that. I’m a people watcher, and The Bear on the Hill does have a fair few people I like to watch. Most of them are like me, living in our little world, but I wouldn’t call many of them true friends as such.

The one person I have spent time with is Janice, but she’s not here tonight, she has a date. In her place is a different person that is sitting at the end of the bar looking rather sexy, inviting me to gaze at her, making me feel all horny. I can’t help but watch her sip her drink, roll her tongue over her upper lip, and then look around the room; almost as if she’s expecting someone, waiting for them to appear, and I wonder whether someone will be along soon to sweep her off her feet. Let’s face it, someone as sexy as her is not going to be alone for long.

She’s certainly got my attention and she’s affecting my normal evening at the Bear. I feel my little clitty stiffen in my panties as I take my glass and have another sip of wine. I hold the glass next to my chest as I watch how she conducts herself.  I like her. I occasionally play with my phone that’s sitting on the table next to me, but all the time my eyes are drawn to any movement she makes. Hoping for that elusive glance. I watch her cross her legs on the high stool by the bar and I can feel my heart beating faster and faster. I almost stop breathing. I pick up my phone and pretend to read; my other hand drifts down to my legs; only a short distance from the edge of my skirt.

I have a clear view from her knees, along her thighs to the spot where her bottom pins her short skirt to the stool. If she would only lean away from me then I’m sure I would be able to see the bulge of her clitty underneath her panties. A single suspender stretches down her thigh and I can see the point where it clings to her white stockings. She certainly looks the part.

I lean over the table; feigning interest in what my phone is doing. I bite my lip. I seriously want to get to know her, but I know I’m too shy to approach her, leave alone open my mouth and talk to her. I always have been shy, and it’s not something that Carol or Carl can control. I can’t help looking at her voluptuous body though. She does have sizeable breasts and they look real, and that in itself must have taken considerable effort to achieve. Most of all though, I’d love to get my mouth on her little clitty and shake it around a bit. Watch it unfold, grow, expand and force its way out from the confines of her panties. I love the way clitties like that expand and draw attention to themselves.

It’s funny because I’m lusting after this stranger and Janice and I have never once been sexually interested in each other. I keep wondering what it is about this gurl that makes me feel this way. I conclude that it’s her confidence. The same confidence I would like to wield when I’m dressed as Carol but Carl seems to suppress it. Online, it’s a different matter, but in real life, I just cannot seem to get over those palpitations, hot flushes and uneasiness that manifests themselves as shyness.

My clitty is proving to be a little uncomfortable with me hunched over the table and I want to let it loose. I watch her stand and my eye catches the way she smiles at some of the other people closer to the bar as she confidently walks to the loo. I look into my drink as she passes close to me, not wanting to make eye contact. I ponder my thoughts and scold myself for doing so.

I don’t want to do it but I know I will. I’ve already made my mind up, and after checking the barman out to make sure he’s not watching, I slip my panties to one side, lift my bottom off the chair and release the beast.

It’s not exactly that much of a beast, but it’s mine.

My fingers curl around my stiffening clitty. I’m watching her every move. I close my eyes as my stiff clitty throbs in my hand and the added sensation of my fingers are pushing it eagerly onwards. When she returns, she pulls her bottom onto the stool and sits down with her skirt over the end of it. I watch, eagle-eyed with the occasional glance towards my phone. When I raise my head I can see that her legs are open slightly and facing me. I keep watching and thinking that the sight before me can’t get any better than this.

I stroke my clitty using slow deliberate moves of my hand without jerking my shoulder or upper body. I’ve done this before, it won’t be the first time, as the barman will testify. On that occasion, I got a right royal rollicking and was almost banned from the pub until I promised not to do it again. But needs must, as they say. I now bring along a handbag with tissues in it to clean up the mess. But it’s a fetish that I can’t quite seem to brush off, even Janice joined me once but she felt so uncomfortable doing it.

I can’t believe it; her legs have pulled her skirt tight and it’s risen to mid-thigh, I can see right along the inside of her leg. She starts to shuffle and positions her bum on the very edge of her seat.

Oh, fuck. My mind's reeling, my hand is encouraging my clitty to lose all control because I’m looking at her gurl cock as it hangs just over the edge of the seat. Surely other people can see it too. Surely, they can. I’m concluding that she definitely removed her panties in the loo, that’s for sure. She leans forward in the seat to grab her drink that is on the edge of the bar. Her breasts sway and her gurl cock wobbles from side to side.

I slowly stroke out a few more lengths on my clitty and I can feel my need rising. My mind is now racing to its ultimate conclusion. She’s going to make me cum and yet I have to form the story in my head to make it happen. Watching isn’t enough. I need to articulate my orgasm and I imagine…

Walking up to her with a smile on my face, engaging her with eye-to-eye contact and a confident smile on my face. I look into her eyes and we study each other before I place my hand gently on her knee and drop down in front of her. I raise my head along her thigh and next to her clitty and I take it into my mouth to suck on it; the top of my head brushes her short skirt to one side. I engulf it between my lips.

I close my eyes but open them immediately as I roll a few more strokes of the palm of my hand over the end of my cock. My breathing is now intense. I’m nearly there. I can’t take my eyes off what little of her clitty I can see.

I feel her gurl cock grow in my mouth as I suck on it and the best bit is that both my hands come upon her stockinged legs as I caress half-flesh, half-silken thighs. I relish in the feel of her silk-clad thighs.

My heart rate is elevated. It’s pumping faster than ever. My hand is rubbing quicker and whatever I do, I will not be able to stop this.

She cries out and her hand rests on the top of my head. Her bottom raises off the stool in a last-ditch attempt to get her cock further down my throat and then she erupts. Filling me with her cream. One swallow is not enough and she fills me until I’m left sucking her knob; trying to get to that very last drop of milky heaven.

That’s it. My imagination has done its job.

I feel my dick spasm and I point it upwards so that my ball juice shoots against the underside of the table. Jet after jet shoots from the end of my cock and hopefully sticks to the wood. My breathing is ragged and I immediately stop myself from moving too much. I know that my sticky cream is gathered there waiting to drop and I have enough presence of mind to see that the barman is busy serving people and not looking in my direction. That is such a relief.

I see a small smile break out on her face as she sips her drink. I wish it was her that was spurting into my mouth rather than me spurting against the underside of the table. I lose sight of her for a while as my mind congratulates me on a well-earned wank in my favourite pub in front of so many people, but that’s why I sit where I sit. All of them, unknowing. I flick my eyes from person to person and conclude that my perverted actions have gone unnoticed.

I watch as she pulls her bottom back to sit fully on the stool and her gurl cock is once more covered and under wraps. I wish I was under wraps with her too. I’m not a breast person but it would be interesting to find out more about hers. How they feel. What her nipples are like?

I realise that I only have a small amount of wine left in my glass and it is half-past ten, well past my bedtime. I get out the tissues and start to covertly wipe the underside of the table, knowing that there’s a mess that’s going to slowly drip onto the carpet unless I clean it up. The last wipe scrapes across the end of my cock head and I make sure it’s empty before I tuck it back in my knickers. I roll the tissues up and stuff them into my bag. I really must get going.

I drink up, pocket my phone and pull my jacket on. I adjust myself slowly and make sure my deflating clitty is back under wraps before I even attempt to stand up. Fuck, only now can I smell wafts of spunk coming from the table and I wonder if I’ve missed any. It’s too late to worry about that now.

I dread to think what the barman is going to think when he starts to clean this place but I hope that everything will have dissipated by then. Hopefully, someone else will sit at this table between now and when the pub closes and spill their drink over it. In fact, I wish I had thought of doing that with the last few drops of wine.

I get up and mentally check that everything is in order before I start walking. I have to walk past her to get to the door and I make a mental note that if she makes eye contact then I will smile at her. In reality, I will probably dip my head and rush right past or even look in the opposite direction.

I don’t get the chance to do either of those things because she steps off the stool and into my path. She places her left hand on my left shoulder and leans into my body.

At first, her closeness alarms me. I am like, what the fuck? Then I realise she’s reached my ear and is speaking to me in a whisper. I hear her words in soft tones and I start to slow down, coming to a complete stop as I give the words time to reach my brain. Everything happens in slow motion.

I’m confused, I want to hear what she is saying but there is a lot of noise around and her words don’t make any sense. I was expecting her to scold me for something she had seen me do, or for catching me looking up her skirt, or staring at her or something like that.

My head starts to assemble all the words into sentences in the same order she uttered them. I turn to her and smile.

She tells me that if I had come and chatted with her she would have been delighted to spend time with me and would have bought me a drink. Apparently, I needn’t have wanked under the table – yes, she saw me. I know I blushed at that. And apparently, she was told to be at The Bear on the Hill at this time on a Friday and watch a certain person in the corner sitting by themselves.

She whispered into my ear one more time.

I gasped aloud.

“Is that drink still on offer?” I asked. I couldn’t believe I said it but I did. My eyes must have lit up like beacons on a runway. Goosebumps erupted all over my neck and upper chest.

Even before I had sat down next to her, I could see her little clitty stretch and push her skirt upwards just a little bit. I was enthralled by it, couldn’t stop looking at it. I sat down on the stool next to her with the opportunity of a lifetime in my hands. I closed my mouth.

All of Elisa’s actions, it seems, were orchestrated by Janice knowing that I would respond to them. I couldn’t believe what a devious little bugger Janice had been. She knew me all too well and now Elisa was going to find out a little more about me and hopefully, that orchestrated story I invented earlier, will become a reality.

Eventually, I look into her eyes and smile.