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Barfly (MF, sex in public, exh)
by Michael (phoenlxarlzona@aol.com)

***

A guy walks into a bar and gets the surprise of his life
when a woman old enough to be his mother offers him an
opportunity he can't pass up.

***

My name is Barney and I'm 28-years-old. This story is 
about a wild experience I had at the Driftwood Bar in my 
hometown about three months ago. And yes the pictures are 
real, a guy who just about lives in the bar is used to 
what happens there and he has a digital camera.

Anyway, I still live with my mother, my dad died when I 
was sixteen. For some reason I haven't been able to find 
a good job all my life so it helps me a lot to split 
costs with mom, but it sure cramps the old sex life 
living with her.

I tend to go out bar hoping just to get away from my 
mom's prying. It allows me to mix with people my own age 
and make some kind of social life for myself.

When I walked into the Driftwood Bar I had no idea what 
would happen. I just sat down at the bar and ordered a 
beer. The place was a nice neighborhood bar and one beer 
lead to five and soon I was buzzing along just fine.

The people were friendly and the conversation was 
interesting, or at least it was plentiful. There was this 
guy sitting a stool away from me, his name was Ray and he 
was a real talker. When he brought up Carla's name I 
wasn't sure exactly what he was talking about.

Everyone at the bar seemed to know who she was and they 
rolled their eyes or hooted when I asked what Ray meant 
when he said she was easy? I for one was always on the 
look out for easy women. As I said before my sex life was 
pretty much non-existent and Carla sounded interesting to 
me.

Ray said that she'd be in about 8 o'clock. He told my 
slyly that I'd see what was up when she arrived. I tried 
to pry a little more information out of him but he stayed 
mum and just kept saying, "You'll see."

I had two more beers and had to go take a piss. When I 
wobbled back to the bar and sat down I noticed a funny 
look on Ray's face. Then a hand reached around from 
behind me and squeezed my dick through my pants.

I jumped and whirled around on my barstool. There was 
this skanky looking broad who was maybe old enough to be 
my mother. (I shoved that thought WAY down into my 
subconscious as she looked into my eyes smiling lewdly.)

"Hi, handsome, Ray says you're in need of some lovin' 
from a woman who knows the score."

I looked down at her hand at my crotch, watching her 
fingers massaging me into full painful hardness. Yes I 
did need some lovin', and I needed it bad enough to even 
let this old broad give it to me.

At first I looked around for a dark corner to retire to, 
but when Carla realized what I was doing she said, "You 
want it, you gotta take it right here at the bar. I like 
putting on a show for my friends. You okay with that 
handsome?"

I just nodded. I didn't quite know what was going to 
happen, I assumed that we were going to maybe kiss and 
feel each other up while everyone watched us doing it. 
Boy was I wrong!

I sat there dumbly as Carla reached for my zipper and 
tugged it down. Then she fished around in my pants and 
pulled my stiff cock out into the fluorescent light of 
the barroom. I looked around embarrassedly as she handled 
my bare cock, knowing that everyone, both men and women 
were watching us. Knowing that my dick was on display to 
everyone there.

At first I started to go soft from the strangeness of the 
whole affair, but good old Carla wouldn't let that 
happen. She climbed up in my lap and pulled her skirt up 
and sat facing me. I didn't penetrate her but she began 
to rub her shaved pussy against my dick making me 
instantly hard again.

It had been almost a year since my dick had touched the 
slick opening of an aroused woman. Even though Carla was 
an old broad my cock was reacting to her efforts. I 
looked over at Ray and he had his fucking camera out and 
was taking pictures of us.

When I started to protest, Carla shushed me and said, 
"Don't worry Hon, Ray'll give you copies for your 
scrapbook." Then she reached down between us and slipped 
me in and I was thrusting in and out of her there at the 
bar, in total ecstasy.

Carla wasn't going to let me just fuck her though. No, 
she pulled off my dick and leaned down and took my stiffy 
into her mouth. There I was for the whole bar to see; 
sitting back in my bar stool with this woman's head 
bobbing up and down over my lap. I could see her lips 
wrapped around my shiny cock as she sank down on me and 
then pulled up again.

By this time I guess I didn't care much if people saw my 
naked cock, all I wanted to do at that moment was come in 
Carla's mouth. Never having had sex in public before I 
was amazingly slow to come. And the feeling of Carla's 
expert lips sinking down on my cock was driving me wild. 
I was afraid that the authorities would bust in on us but 
at the same time I was so fucking horny that I didn't 
care if I spent the rest of my life in jail for indecent 
exposure.

Those conflicts only served to make my heart pound faster 
and my blood pressure rise. Then I groaned as Carla sat 
up and kissed me on the lips, sinking her tongue deep 
into my mouth. I didn't want to kiss her; I wanted to 
come in her. My groan wasn't from arousal, but of 
disappointment that she had pulled her wonderful mouth 
off my dick.

But I shouldn't have worried. The finale was about to 
come. (No pun intended.)

Carla climbed up into my lap again and this time, facing 
the bar she rose up and sank down on my saliva and pre-
cum covered prick. The feeling of her pussy-walls form-
fitting around my dick as she lowered herself on me was 
like nothing I'd ever felt before.

Yes, I know I've had sex before, but what you have to 
remember is this was in public. There were men and women 
watching us doing it. That thought alone was enough to 
make this experience unique, but when Carla started 
trembling and moaning in her own orgasm while sitting 
there on my prick I knew I was going to lose it.

While the whole place watched and while Ray clicked his 
damn camera shutter I came like a gusher in Carla's 
pussy. In no time at all I could feel my come oozing out 
between her pussy and my cock to leak down onto my balls. 
It made quite a mess on the bar stool but I didn't care, 
neither did Carla; she was coming her brains out as I 
filled her with my hot come.

After I shot my load, Carla stayed there, still impaled 
on my dick. And to my surprise I never went limp. Her 
continual fucking motion got me hard again and we ended 
up doing it all over again to the great delight of our 
audience. 

After that night I became a regular patron of the 
Driftwood. I never got to fuck Carla again, but I got to 
watch her do it to any stranger who came into the bar. 
Carla had this rule; she'd never screw the same man 
twice. But watching new guys getting fucked by her was 
almost as good as doing it.

Ray did give me a set of pictures and I've posted a few 
on this website so you can get a better idea what I'm 
talking about when I say, "Old gals know what they're 
doing. And sometimes, just sometimes, they're better than 
the young and beautiful." Carla sure was.

END

You can read the illustrated version of this story at
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