Public Quickie: Fucked In An Alley

I didn’t want to go out that night. I wanted my boyfriend to come over to my place, rip off my clothes and have his way with me. Under normal circumstances, that’s exactly what would’ve happened. However, he had some friends in town and had promised to show them around.

I reluctantly agreed to join them. I knew from his texts, he was horny. I was craving his cock. It had been a long time, almost twenty-four hours. At least a long time for us. Driving there, I pictured us having sex in the bar bathroom. Or maybe a quickie in the parking lot. I just needed to feel him inside.

But there was no parking lot and the bathrooms had long lines. Instead, I hung out with him and his friends, talking, drinking, getting more and more horny.

We wandered down the street to another bar, this one had a dance floor. My boyfriend hates dancing, but I love it, especially after a few drinks. I went to the dance floor, he went to the bar.

The dance floor was crowded, full of sexy people. It wasn’t long before I caught the attention of a tall, dark and handsome man. He moved over to me and when I smiled, he came close enough for us to start dancing.

At first, we just danced to the beat together. Enjoying the loud music, the hot, humid atmosphere. The guy moved closer, I didn’t try to stop him. He put his hands on my waist and pulled me closer to him. Through the crowd, I saw my boyfriend at the bar. He wasn’t looking at me, neither were his friends.

Our bodies moved together, touching and rubbing. I looked into his eyes. I wanted to kiss him. Actually, I wanted to do a lot more than that. I imagined a quickie with him in the alley, then going home with my boyfriend.

But I was a good girl. We danced, the stranger turned me on. I think I turned him on too, but that was it.

Before it went any further, I told the stranger I had to leave. I found my boyfriend at the bar. The three of them had been joined by two girls. I could’ve been jealous because one was talking to my boyfriend, but I wasn’t. Instead, I saw it as the perfect distraction for his guy friends. And it wasn’t, they didn’t notice when I put my hand between my boyfriend’s legs.

“You’re horny…aren’t you?” He said into my ear.

I nodded my head yes.

“Follow me.”

He led me to the back of the bar. He led me past the bathrooms and outside through the smoking area. He led me across the street into an alley, between two closed businesses. My heart pounded.

He turned me against the wall and press my back against it. He kissed, a kiss full of lust and desire.

“I saw you dancing.” He said and my heart stopped. I couldn’t tell was he turned on or upset.

I reached between his legs and undid his belt. He didn’t stop me.

“Did you like what you saw?” I said as I undid his jeans and reached into his underwear. I found him semi-hard. “I think you did.”

“It made me a little jealous.” He said as he caressed my breasts. “And it turned me on to see how much he wanted you. He would’ve done anything for a blowjob from you.”

“That’s for sure.” I slid down to crouch position in front of him.

I didn’t take my time. I opened up his jeans pulled them and his boxers just far enough down his thighs. I took him in my mouth, just as a car drove by the entrance to the alley, turning me on even more, if that was possible.

He was quickly rock hard. I slid my lips up and down his shaft, enjoying the feeling of his hardness between my soft, wet lips. We stayed like that until my legs started to get uncomfortable. He didn’t complain when I stopped.

I stood up and turned around. I bent over and he positioned himself behind me. I pulled up my mini dress, he pulled my purple lace thong to the side.

He slid easily into my wetness and I had to force myself not to moan. His hands found my tits, pulling them out of my bra so that he could play with them as we fucked.

He fucked me hard. It was exactly what I craved. It was exactly what I needed and then some.

It reminded me of quickies I had when I was younger, except he didn’t last one or two minutes. He made me work for his cum. I was worried that we would get caught because we were back there for so long, but I didn’t stop him.

We didn’t stop until he slammed his cock into me one last time, pushing it as far inside of me as he could before he unleashed his cum. His cum flowed into me, filling me with warm, wetness.

He deposited all of his cum inside of me, then I stood up. We quickly fixed our clothes as I giggled. I was full of cum as we went back inside of the bar.