My First Public ******I love ************, and do it often in many different places. Usually no one knows. But my first time in public, was a different story.
One night early in October, in a small town in Arkansas, sometime in the late 1980s when I was in my early 20s, the first time I drank whiskey slammers; I put myself on display in the corner of a small dark bar. I had been there with my first husband for a while, and I had been dancing at the jukebox while I chose songs to play, when I returned to the table his demeanor was different. If you know an alcoholic who has that sudden changing point, where you just know something is going to happen, then you know what I mean.
He had that mean look in his eye, the one I dreaded, yet sometimes craved. I sat down and took a sip of my drink. “If you’re gonna drink those, drink it right.” He growled at me. Of course, I quickly obliged him, by putting the coaster over the top of the glass then lifted the glass and slammed it firmly onto the table before removing the coaster and drinking it down. It burned its way to my stomach and flared out through my chest. JD smiled in a cruel way and reached out to push my hair behind my shoulder and nodded over to the table in front of us.
“You like them looking at you don’t you? Shaking your *** over there, just to see how many dicks you can raise.”
I thought I knew how the night was going to end, but I was so wrong. Obviously I had slammed one to many of the whiskey drinks, but what I did next surely changed the outcome of that night and also that marriage.
I leaned back and thrust my breasts forward and then looked over at the table he had gestured to. I stared at each of the four guys staring at me; then looked back at JD.
“Do you like them looking at me, JD? Does it turn you on to see them wanting me?”
I reached up and unbuttoned two buttons of my blouse, then a third and fourth as I looked into his eyes. The look of surprise that came over his face was priceless to me. He picked up his long neck bottle of beer and took a long drink, then reached the bottom of his bottle across the table and used it to push my blouse open. He ran the cold bottle over my nipples and then laughed.
I was on fire, quite honestly I had never felt anything like it. The guys at the table were watching openly and JD reached under the table and pulled one knee, and I allowed my legs to fall open wide. He pushed my skirt up to my thighs and leaned over to kiss me. His fingers pressed against my thigh and then pushed at my panties until they were scrunched inside me. Suddenly he leaned back and pulled the table with him exposing me completely to the group of guys at the table and another who walked slowly toward us from the bar.
“Finish it, princess.” His voice was a warning that I knew well, but he needn’t threaten me, I wanted to finish it, I wanted this.
With my head slightly lowered I used both hands to lift my skirt up and pulled my panties aside. I was hot and so wet. Tentatively I used one finger and slipped it inside myself. I heard a collective gasp and it sent me into the stratosphere. I spread my legs wide and dropped my head back, genuinely ************ now with both hands, holding myself open with two fingers and using one then two and then one again, in and out. I moaned and stroked myself, then stopped for a second to rub at my **** in tight little circles with the dripping wet tips of two fingers. I opened my eyes and saw that the bartender had joined the group of guys in front of me, four seated, two standing and JD next to me, his eyes going from the six men to me. A tall guy seated on the far side stood and unzipped his pants, pulling himself free he began to stroke while he watched me.
I was so close to coming and I watched him stroke, looking from his moving hand to his face and then heard another chair scrape as someone else stood and unzipped his pants. JD moaned loudly and I glanced over at him, he was pressing the crotch of his jeans and I could see how hard he was. Impulsively I grabbed his beer bottle from the table and took a drink, spilling some of it down my chin and onto my chest. Then I lowered the bottle and pressed the lip of it to my ***** tilting it to pour cool beer into my burning opening, then slipped the neck of the bottle inside.
It was cold and hard. I stroked it in and out barely a dozen times before I was *******, moaning loudly, my legs quivering. I heard someone grunt and JD grabbed my arm and held it until I finished rocking on the bottle. I kept my head lowered, not wanting to look around now. I put the bottle on the table and looked at JD. He helped me stand up and I hid in the crook of his arm while he threw some money on the table and walked me out to our car. As soon as we got in he unzipped his pants and pulled me down pressing the back of my head down to his lap. He was spewing into my throat a few seconds later and then he drove me home in silence.
I still think of it often when I **********, it was my first experience with public ************, but not my last, though never again like that.