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Bar Jackin

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Bar Jackin by Bill77One of the bars I like to visit every week or two is on a riverbank and is built on stilts - the river tends to flood in the spring - with a deck over the river. There is a nice brick barbecue grill and a couple of picnic tables in the open under the main floor. On Sunday evenings we usually have a band and do some cookin’ on the big grille. Of course, that’s my favorite time to go. A girl I see there nearly every time I go is very nice looking and single; “Carla” has a nice, easy smile, usually dresses in skirt and blouse, and loves to dance and throw darts (not necessarily in that order). One night, we had been throwing darts and listening to the band and I suggested that we go down to the grille and get a hamburger. There was one other couple there and we visited a little while we got our burgers; they went back upstairs and we sat at one of the tables to eat. The night was warm, big full moon with just a few light clouds. The frogs were singing and we could hear a gator bellow now and then. After we finished eating, I went upstairs and got another beer apiece and we stayed downstairs. We were sitting on the bench along one side of the table; I turned facing the other way and leaned bcak against the table. This allowed me to prop my elbow on the table and lightly brush her breasts with my fingertips. At first, she playfully slapped my hand and moved away just a little bit. of course, I moved, too. After each move, I leaned over and kissed herwith a little lip-nibbling and a little tongue. It wasn’t long until she stopped moving away and, in fact, leaned into my hand and kisses. I could feel her nipples stiffening and we were both starting to breathe a little harder. Speaking of harder, my dick was throbbing. I took her beer and sat it on the table with mine and then guided her hand down to rest on my leg. She moaned a little and moved her hand up to squeeze my dick through my jeans. Just before another couple came down to get a burger and asked why we weren’t “up there dancing or something”. I said we were enjoying the realitive quiet, the fresh air and we were talking “or something”. I finished my beer and went back up for another one. After a little bit of talk, they went back up and we stayed at the table. This time, I slid my hand under her skirt and rubbed her through her panties. She wasn’t wearing hose so I slipped my thumb inside her panties. She was wet and trembling.We kissed deeply and she squeezed my dick; I slipped my thumb into her pussy and she growled low in her throat and nearly broke my dick. I disengaged and asked her to stand up. After a minute or so, she was able to get up and stand. I slipped my hands under her skirt and pulled her panties down with just a little token resistance and a “what are you doing?” I put her panties in my pocket and asked her to sit on the table. She laughed but got up there with her feet on the bench, facing away from the grille area. This made it much easier for me to caress her inner thighs and her pussy. I slid her skirt up some so I could see her bush; she was a little leery about this but she soon relaxed. I teased her a little circling my finger threw her bush, easing in between her pussy lips and down her inner thighs. She was breathing in quick, short breaths and her legs were trembling. I was having fun. My dick was throbbing and I could tell it was leaking a little pre-cum. I stood and unzipped my jeans; I freed my dick and she took it in her hand squeezing and rubbing the head, smearing the pre-cum lube all over it. I moved the bench back and stood in front of her so I could put a couple of fingers in her pussy while she stroked my dick. I knew she was close to climax when “Joe” and “Brenda” came down. I knew they couldn’t see my dick or what we were doing as they came down the stairs, so it was no problem to ease it back in my pants and zip up. They got a couple of burgers and told us they were going to get a dart game going and wanted us to be on their team. We said we’d be up later and maybe get in on the next game. By the time they were halfway up the stairs, Carla had my dick out again. I freed my dick from her grasp, under protest from her, then knelt and put my face between her legs, licking her pussy lips and massaging her clit with my nose. Her gasped and held my head with both hands, pulling me tighter into her crotch. I slid my tongue as far in as I could get it and increased the pressure on her clit, moving my head side-to-side sliding my nose over her clit. She suddenly clamped my head with her legs, leaning over me and pulling my head into her with both hands. After a half-minute or so - I couldn’t have lasted much longer without breathing - she slowly released me. I stood up and asked if it was fun. She playfully slapped me and leaned against me slowly getting her breath back in gear thenshe saw my dick standing up out of my jeans. She took it in her hands, cupping my balls in one hand and rubbing the head with the other. She squeezed the head and licked off the juice then started stroking it. Every four or five strokes, she leaned over and licked the juice off then stroked some more. Now it was my turn with the leg trembles. She asked why I was shaking and said maybe I was under some pressure and we should get rid of the pressure. She stroked a little quicker and tightened her grip just a little; she knew it was good from the reactions of my legs and the throbbing in my dick. Soon, I tensed and she could feel the change in my dick. I didn’t want to come on her clothes, so I turned a little and shot the load on the ground beside the table. After the second or third shot, it slowed and she leaned over to take a little in her mouth. As my dick slowly de-flated and our breathing returned to normal, she slid her arms around me and pulled me close. She said maybe we should go on upstairs. She stood up and straightened her clothes and put my dick back in my pants. Just before we went up, she stood on her tiptoes and kissed me - I could taste my cum in her mouth. I didn’t want to quit but I knew we should go upstairs; we didn’t want to start any vicious rumors. Or anything. After a few games of darts and a couple of beers, I told her good night and gave her a kiss. She thanked me for “a nice evening”, and gave my dick a quick squeeze. She promised to be there again the next weekend - and promised that maybe we could meet elsewhere. And she was. And we did. And now I’ve got to go jack off agin - I’ll not be seeing her tonight. Damn!