What a week! I thought as I sat at the end of the bar. The dimly lit bar was thinning out as people were shuffling in and out at the end of happy hour. The bar stretched the length of the wall with additional seating along the opposite wall. All I wanted to do was grab a glass of bourbon and forget the week I had just endured.

My job is not stressful. In fact, the job requires little thought. I stand there, pulling cards out of a shoe, and add up the hands to 21. Rinse and repeat. One of my pit bosses mentioned that dealing cards was no different than flipping burgers, just not as greasy.

As I sipped on the Buffalo Trace, she walked into the bar. Standing five feet two and barely weighing 110 lbs, she hardly darkened the doorway. I had seen her in the bar before and noticed she was a very sociable creature. Dressed in a red and black sporty outfit, she made her way into the bar and took up a stool about halfway between me and the door.

“Bill, I will have a gin and tonic,” she informed the bartender. As the bartender mixed her drink, she took a vape pen out of her clutch and puffed it.

I finished my Buffalo Trace and looked toward Bill, giving him the look that I was reading for another. Bill sauntered over and gave me a long pour of Buffalo Trace this time. “Thanks.”

“Don’t thank me, thank the gal in the middle of the bar,” retorted Bill. Bill was referring to her. I picked up my glass and tipped it in her direction, reluctantly. Do not get me wrong, she was easy on the eyes, yet she was not my goal for stopping at the bar.

Sigh. Here she comes! I smiled in her direction as she made her way to the open stool next to mine. She sat down and did not say a word at first. After a few awkward minutes, I took the bait. “Thanks for the drink.”

“You are welcome. You looked like you were ready for another,” she quipped.

“Yes, it has been a long week,” I assured her.

As she turned to face me, I noticed her slender legs. The red and black sporty outfit was indeed a short dress that hugged her tightly. The dress barely reached mid-thigh.

With the door slightly ajar, she smiled and asked about my week. We spoke for several minutes about both of our weeks and what each of us had on tap for the weekend. If anyone was listening, they were not hearing anything juicy.

“Oh my gosh, I am so sorry,” she exclaimed. “I have bought you a drink, discussed my week, listened to your week, and never properly introduced myself. My name is Mary,” she stated as she placed her hand on mine.

“Hi Mary, I am Jeff.”

Mary’s hand continued to rest upon mine as I sipped my Buffalo Trace. Mary leaned closer and gave me a warm, soft kiss on the cheek. As Mary withdrew from the kiss, I noticed her welcoming smile turned into a devilish grin.

As Mary leaned back and shifted on her stool, her tight sporty dress inched up her thighs. Mary caught my glance and slowly widened her knees. The motion inched her dress further up her thighs.

My eyes widened a bit, and my right eyebrow rose automatically. This slight facial change did not go unnoticed by Mary as she squeezed my hand. My gaze moved from her thighs and up her dress until I reached her cleavage. Mary did not have large boobs, but they were ample.

Mary appeared not be wearing a bra. While the bar was chilly, Mary’s nipples were trying to rip through the material of her dress. After a brief pause, my gaze finally matched hers. Mary still had that devilish grin.

Mary leaned over and whispered in my ear, “I am glad you like what you see.” As she backed away and took a sip of her gin and tonic, I nodded. Ironically, my pulse had not increased. We spoke for a few minutes longer and refreshed our drinks.

“Well, Jeff, cheers!” Mary exclaimed as her eyes sparkled. Our glasses clinked slightly. As our glasses lowered, her hand moved from my hand on the bar and onto my left thigh. Mary rubbed my thigh as we discussed the weekend plans she had.

“Tomorrow I will be heading to the lake to meet some of my college friends. We get together every Memorial Day weekend,” Mary shared with me.

“That sounds like fun. I unfortunately will not be spending the weekend next to a lake; rather, I will be finishing up the spring clean-up of the yard,” I said like a dork.

Mary giggled as her hand on my thigh was getting more aggressive and came very close to my crotch. I was wearing a nondescript polo shirt and linen pants. The linen pants were now being stretched as my member started to swell. Mary noticed as well as her hand encouraged the growth.

“Well, it appears our discussion of weekend plans has someone a bit stimulated,” purred Mary. Mary was partly correct; yet it was her aggressive rubbing of my thigh that led to the stimulation. I sipped more of my Buffalo Trace as Mary’s right hand clamped down on my growing member.

“Ahh, yes. Someone has become stimulated. Are you fully stimulated, or is there a bigger surprise in store for me?” purred Mary as she slid her right hand along my growing shaft. Again, I sipped on my Buffalo Trace so as not to draw attention from others.

“Mary, a much bigger surprise if the stimulation continues,” I said with a smirk. Mary's eyes rolled in disbelief as I boasted about my size. Taking the last sip of my Buffalo Trace, I nodded toward the corner booth. Mary glanced past me and affirmed my suggestion.

“Bill, can we get another round?” I asked quickly. Bill poured another round. I waited for Mary to walk past my stool so I could follow her to the corner booth. My dick was at nearly full mast, and my linen pants were tented.

Mary sat down and started to scoot herself over when we realised my dick was inches from her face. Mary smiled at me and made more room for me to occupy her. With both of us sitting down and facing the crowd in the bar, I lifted my glass of Buffalo Trace for a sip. Mary did not take a sip of her drink; instead, her left hand planted itself on the top of the tent made by my dick.

As Mary found my zipper, she whispered, “I think this will make you more comfortable.” Mary unzipped my linen pants and caught my dick as it sprang free. I felt less pressure and was able to relax my butt checks as we sat in the corner booth.

Mary nuzzled up next to me and, in a low, sultry tone said, “Jeff, your dick is nearly as hard as my pussy is wet.”

The jukebox started to be played, and the music volume slightly increased. Mary's left hand was working my dick below the table, and I confirmed the wetness of her pussy. There we sat, her left on my dick and the fingers of my right hand inside of her pussy. We both sipped from our drinks with our opposite hands. We did our best to look as if nothing was going on.

While I was not near ejaculating, precum had covered the head of my dick. Mary’s climax was building as she increased the grinding on my hand. Mary leaned back into the booth, tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and gave out a slight moan.

“Oh, Jeff. Your fingers are magical,” Mary whispered as her breathing increased. The grin on my face was wide. As Mary’s orgasm continued to build, she released her grip on my dick as her left hand met my right hand under her dress.

“Oh, Jeff. Deeper. Ahhh...deeper,” Mary whispered with heavy breath. My pointer, middle, and ring fingers were two knuckles deep into Mary’s wanton pussy. The juices of Mary’s pussy started to pool in my palm.

Mary’s moans became louder, and her breathing was more rapid. “Right there, yes...right there. Oooohhh Jeff, faster, faster…yes, yes,” Mary exclaimed.

As I reached for my Buffalo Trace, Mary’s hips ground to a halt as she sat in the booth, panting. Mary reached for her gin and tonic. The orgasm was still resonating through her body as she grabbed her gin and tonic.

“Oh, sorry, Jeff. Did I spill any on you?” Mary inquired.

“No, Mary. You only spilled a little bit,” I retorted. In reality, only about a tablespoon of liquid was spilled. It was enough, though, for Bill to notice. Bill shot me a wink as he poured us another round.

As Bill brought our drinks over, Mary guided my hand from her cascading pussy to my dick. My palm still had pussy juice pooled in it. The pussy juice was used to coat my dick and give Mary more lubrication as she restarted masturbating me.

“Well, it looks like the two of you are getting along well. Don’t worry, these drinks are on me,” Bill stated. As Bill walked away, Mary shot me with a shocked look.

“Do not worry. I think if Bill had an issue from the show, we would have two fresh drinks in front of us,” I assured Mary’s quizzical look. It eased Mary’s mind as her left hand increased the stroking of my dick.

As I finished the Buffalo Trace and reached for the other glass that Bill had just brought over, Mary tightened her grip on my dick. Mary increased her stroking, and my cock stiffened more and more.

“Oh, Mary. You keep up this pace, and I will explode very soon,” I stated. Mary paid no attention to my words as her stroking of my dick hit a feverish pace. So crazy Mary was getting that she did not notice her hand was hitting the bottom of the table.

“Mary, I am about to nut. Hope your hand is doing ok and not cramping up,” I whispered in her ear. Mary simply smiled and kissed me on the cheek. As she moved her head away from my cheek, I saw her eyes twinkle with a devilish idea. Before I knew it, Mary dove onto my nearly erupted dick.

I did my best to slide the table without making too much commotion. With Mary bobbing on my dick, I looked around the bar. Thus far, no one had noticed, or if they had, they were not paying us any attention.

“Oh, Mary. I am about to nut. I am rrreeealyyy close,” I attempted to say. It came out as more of a whisper, and I was not sure Mary would hear me. Mary must have heard me, though, because she licked up my shaft and plunged super hard on my dick. As her mouth slammed down upon my aching balls, her middle finger found its way into my asshole. That alone nearly had me nutting. Mary started pulling out her finger as she licked back up my dick. Then Mary slammed her finger into my asshole as her mouth crashed upon my balls.

“Oh, God. Mary. I am going to come,” I whispered. Two more pumps and my load was unleashed. Mary expertly engulfed my entire dick, and I could feel my head slipping past her gag reflex. The pulsating of the back of Mary’s throat on my mushroom drained my balls quickly.

Mary released me from your gauge reflex grip and licked the remaining cum off my mushroom. I was spent. I barely had enough energy to reach for my Buffalo Trace. As I grabbed my Buffalo Trace, Mary looked at me and smiled as she wiped the rest of my seed off her lips.

“Jeff, that was better than a blowjob shot. Tasting my pussy upon your dick and having your seed fill my belly may be the highlight of my weekend,” Mary purred.

“Really, surely the lake will be a bigger highlight,” I retorted, still catching my breath.

Mary shook her head and whispered into my ear. My eyes grew wide open upon hearing the words she spoke. I raised my glass towards Bill for another round. Bill nodded and dropped off the round.

“Mary, Jeff, on behalf of others in the bar. Thank you,” Bill sarcastically said. Before Mary or I could say anything, several patrons near us started clapping. I turned red immediately; yet Mary’s completion did not change. As I am sure she was more focused on my potential response to her whispered words.