Unexpected fun at the bar (part 1)
Unexpected fun at a crowded bar (a long seductive story)
I don’t make a habit of going to gay bars but I do search out LGBTQ friendly bars sometimes when I’m on the road just for the interesting company. This is a story about one of those occasions in a beach town.
I had worked pretty hard all week and had to stay out of town over the weekend…I was in search of a little fun and companionship (not necessarily sex) although I was a little horny. I asked Siri where there might be such a pub close to my location. Luckily there was one just a short Uber ride away near a beach (not on the beach but about a block away). I decided to go and meet some people (I find these pubs are always very friendly).
I showered, shaved everywhere and cleaned and lubed myself thoroughly with some gel and scented oils (not looking for anything but you never know and that DOES make me feel sexy) and decided to just wear shorts, T-shirt and sandals since the bar was pretty informal. The T-shirt was sleeveless and one of my “beer brand” shirts…appropriate for a bar I thought, and something to start a conversation. The shorts were cut-offs that I sometimes wear at the beach and have a bunch of tears in them ….the kind you see in expensive jeans today but these were just old and worn…since the material was petty worn I had strategically put rips in places that may reveal something that was underneath. Both in the front and back there were a bunch of these horizontal rips. Under them I wore some pink nylon string bikini panties, they have a double nylon gusset, had a lace back with tiny little lace trim on the elastic and a single thin layer of nylon in the front that was semi-see thru. (If you read my posts and look at my videos, you know I’m like a total panty slut…I have a zillion sexy panties… so you should have known where this story was going!) Several of the rips in the back went across to the seam of the butt right under the pockets and ran all the way around to the side seam…I could easily reach back and place my whole hand under them and play if I wanted too…same way in the front—easy “access” he he. There were almost more rips than there was shorts! (I have some pics posted of some jeans I made in a similar fashion). The T was long enough that it covered MOST of my butt but not all of it. I had a good tan at the time and I thought my shaved legs (for a guy) looked pretty good. I looked at myself in the mirror. Standing up you could see the pink panties in the front and a little of the lacy trim, if I got hard you could see that too. In the back, if I bent over just a little you could see the crotch of my panties and the gusset line between the nylon and lace. If I didn’t bend over at all, you just caught a little glimpse of pink nylon, enough that you may guess what I was wearing without too much trouble. I figured in a bar that would be pretty dark, this could maybe be my little secret. Oh well, what the heck, I felt really sexy and was about half hard all the time. Time to go, I’m thirsty!
My driver arrived within a couple minutes…I wondered if he noticed my shorts…the shirt almost covered stuff but not totally. Since he knew where I was going he probably didn’t think much of it. Only took about 5 minutes to get there and I had fun stroking myself a bit on the way…my dick was totally poking out of the shorts under the thin nylon. Arriving, I discovered the bar had an open-air patio and it was a nice warm evening so I decided to hang out there. It was pretty crowded. There was music playing but it was a couple of acoustic guitars and not loud…good for striking up a conversation. It was still light out on the patio, sun had not yet gone down. It was really crowded at the bar and all the tables were full. The bar was at least two deep…I managed to work my way up to order a drink and a guy ended up giving me a stool because he was leaving…Lucky! It was on a corner of the bar facing away from the sunset. I wasn’t counting on this much light but I was feeling a little exhibitionist so what the heck. I sat with one leg on the stool and one on the floor…looking down, just under the bottom of my T I could see the pink panty gusset, the thin nylon above it and a shadow lurking underneath (he he). It wasn’t long before I got into a conversation with the two folks next to me. They were from out of town too. Turns out they were both bi (a couple) and we were having fun chatting about a lot of things, I told them that I was male but had an affection for both transgender and female, its always nice to have these super honest conversations. A lady was standing next to me at the bar so I offered her my chair and moved over closer to the corner and to the folks I was talking to. We had a couple of beers and the place was getting even more crowded. I was just leaning on the bar with one foot on the footrest. There were a lot of people around the bar, it was still pretty light. In the middle of our conversation I became aware of something rubbing against me. First I just thought it was the crowd but then it became obvious to me that someone was gently rubbing my thigh though one of the rips in my shorts! Now I remember what I was wearing!! I had actually totally forgotten about it because of our conversation. I decided to test to see if this was for sure a grope…I shifted my posture slightly putting the opposite leg up on the footrest. Now I could tell that this person (I didn’t turn around or even break the pace of my conversation) had noticed the rips in my shorts and was ever so gently rubbing my leg just below the edge of my panties. Hmm this was way more interesting than I had planned for. Since it was more or less wall to wall people around the bar he (I assumed it was a he) could risk a little grope without being blamed. I decided not to do anything and see where it would go. He couldn’t see my face (I was wearing a baseball cap too) and I couldn’t see his. We continued our conversation and ordered another beer. The tickling stopped for a few minutes and I thought it was over, I was secretly disappointed. I shifted around again, purposely leaning my elbows on the bar (we were sitting around a corner). There were so many people milling around, even though I was surely showing off pink panties it would be hard to see them. My guess was that earlier, when I first arrived, people were not so piled up at the bar there were undoubtedly “open” periods and I was on a corner where the setting sun illuminated the bar so those rips had probably been noticed by a number of people. All of a sudden, I felt the hand again. This time more than just touching, gently rubbing, at a rip that went right even with the crotch of my panties…he was running one finger along the elasic from just at my crotch all the way around to the side…as if to gently tease the panties out of the rip. After maybe half a minute, I decided to give him the green light that this was an OK thing. I put both legs on the floor a little ways apart and backed a little moving my butt a little closer to my admirer while still pretending not to notice. This also loosens up the shorts for easier access if desired!
My new friends and I continue our conversation and the new friend behind me now starts to rub my leg a little more, very gently. Now he gets brave enough to move his hand into the largest rip. I feel him playing with the elastic on the leg of the panties again moving a couple of fingers under them at the back gusset and rubbing my butt. I can’t ignore this now because I’m getting a super erection. Fortunately the shirt in the front is mostly covering it up and it hidden by the bar from my companions. I put my hand down and feel that my rock hard dick is trying to come over the top of my panties. I make adjustments! I wiggle my butt just a little…now the hand is totally inside my shorts rubbing up and down my butt. After a pause, he moves his hand to my nylon panty crotch and I feel fingers underneath the elastic. Wow this guy is like totally playing with my ass at a bar and nobody knows it! Next he works at pulling one side of my panties up my butt…it felt really good and made me wiggle!…then he does the opposite and kind of pulls them down, pulling on them through the rip in my shorts…the waist band of them was way down on one side now and I knew they were sticking out of the pants. It was getting “harder” and harder to carry on a conversation. I needed a break!… I changed positions and pulled away a little. (to be continued!)
I don’t make a habit of going to gay bars but I do search out LGBTQ friendly bars sometimes when I’m on the road just for the interesting company. This is a story about one of those occasions in a beach town.
I had worked pretty hard all week and had to stay out of town over the weekend…I was in search of a little fun and companionship (not necessarily sex) although I was a little horny. I asked Siri where there might be such a pub close to my location. Luckily there was one just a short Uber ride away near a beach (not on the beach but about a block away). I decided to go and meet some people (I find these pubs are always very friendly).
I showered, shaved everywhere and cleaned and lubed myself thoroughly with some gel and scented oils (not looking for anything but you never know and that DOES make me feel sexy) and decided to just wear shorts, T-shirt and sandals since the bar was pretty informal. The T-shirt was sleeveless and one of my “beer brand” shirts…appropriate for a bar I thought, and something to start a conversation. The shorts were cut-offs that I sometimes wear at the beach and have a bunch of tears in them ….the kind you see in expensive jeans today but these were just old and worn…since the material was petty worn I had strategically put rips in places that may reveal something that was underneath. Both in the front and back there were a bunch of these horizontal rips. Under them I wore some pink nylon string bikini panties, they have a double nylon gusset, had a lace back with tiny little lace trim on the elastic and a single thin layer of nylon in the front that was semi-see thru. (If you read my posts and look at my videos, you know I’m like a total panty slut…I have a zillion sexy panties… so you should have known where this story was going!) Several of the rips in the back went across to the seam of the butt right under the pockets and ran all the way around to the side seam…I could easily reach back and place my whole hand under them and play if I wanted too…same way in the front—easy “access” he he. There were almost more rips than there was shorts! (I have some pics posted of some jeans I made in a similar fashion). The T was long enough that it covered MOST of my butt but not all of it. I had a good tan at the time and I thought my shaved legs (for a guy) looked pretty good. I looked at myself in the mirror. Standing up you could see the pink panties in the front and a little of the lacy trim, if I got hard you could see that too. In the back, if I bent over just a little you could see the crotch of my panties and the gusset line between the nylon and lace. If I didn’t bend over at all, you just caught a little glimpse of pink nylon, enough that you may guess what I was wearing without too much trouble. I figured in a bar that would be pretty dark, this could maybe be my little secret. Oh well, what the heck, I felt really sexy and was about half hard all the time. Time to go, I’m thirsty!
My driver arrived within a couple minutes…I wondered if he noticed my shorts…the shirt almost covered stuff but not totally. Since he knew where I was going he probably didn’t think much of it. Only took about 5 minutes to get there and I had fun stroking myself a bit on the way…my dick was totally poking out of the shorts under the thin nylon. Arriving, I discovered the bar had an open-air patio and it was a nice warm evening so I decided to hang out there. It was pretty crowded. There was music playing but it was a couple of acoustic guitars and not loud…good for striking up a conversation. It was still light out on the patio, sun had not yet gone down. It was really crowded at the bar and all the tables were full. The bar was at least two deep…I managed to work my way up to order a drink and a guy ended up giving me a stool because he was leaving…Lucky! It was on a corner of the bar facing away from the sunset. I wasn’t counting on this much light but I was feeling a little exhibitionist so what the heck. I sat with one leg on the stool and one on the floor…looking down, just under the bottom of my T I could see the pink panty gusset, the thin nylon above it and a shadow lurking underneath (he he). It wasn’t long before I got into a conversation with the two folks next to me. They were from out of town too. Turns out they were both bi (a couple) and we were having fun chatting about a lot of things, I told them that I was male but had an affection for both transgender and female, its always nice to have these super honest conversations. A lady was standing next to me at the bar so I offered her my chair and moved over closer to the corner and to the folks I was talking to. We had a couple of beers and the place was getting even more crowded. I was just leaning on the bar with one foot on the footrest. There were a lot of people around the bar, it was still pretty light. In the middle of our conversation I became aware of something rubbing against me. First I just thought it was the crowd but then it became obvious to me that someone was gently rubbing my thigh though one of the rips in my shorts! Now I remember what I was wearing!! I had actually totally forgotten about it because of our conversation. I decided to test to see if this was for sure a grope…I shifted my posture slightly putting the opposite leg up on the footrest. Now I could tell that this person (I didn’t turn around or even break the pace of my conversation) had noticed the rips in my shorts and was ever so gently rubbing my leg just below the edge of my panties. Hmm this was way more interesting than I had planned for. Since it was more or less wall to wall people around the bar he (I assumed it was a he) could risk a little grope without being blamed. I decided not to do anything and see where it would go. He couldn’t see my face (I was wearing a baseball cap too) and I couldn’t see his. We continued our conversation and ordered another beer. The tickling stopped for a few minutes and I thought it was over, I was secretly disappointed. I shifted around again, purposely leaning my elbows on the bar (we were sitting around a corner). There were so many people milling around, even though I was surely showing off pink panties it would be hard to see them. My guess was that earlier, when I first arrived, people were not so piled up at the bar there were undoubtedly “open” periods and I was on a corner where the setting sun illuminated the bar so those rips had probably been noticed by a number of people. All of a sudden, I felt the hand again. This time more than just touching, gently rubbing, at a rip that went right even with the crotch of my panties…he was running one finger along the elasic from just at my crotch all the way around to the side…as if to gently tease the panties out of the rip. After maybe half a minute, I decided to give him the green light that this was an OK thing. I put both legs on the floor a little ways apart and backed a little moving my butt a little closer to my admirer while still pretending not to notice. This also loosens up the shorts for easier access if desired!
My new friends and I continue our conversation and the new friend behind me now starts to rub my leg a little more, very gently. Now he gets brave enough to move his hand into the largest rip. I feel him playing with the elastic on the leg of the panties again moving a couple of fingers under them at the back gusset and rubbing my butt. I can’t ignore this now because I’m getting a super erection. Fortunately the shirt in the front is mostly covering it up and it hidden by the bar from my companions. I put my hand down and feel that my rock hard dick is trying to come over the top of my panties. I make adjustments! I wiggle my butt just a little…now the hand is totally inside my shorts rubbing up and down my butt. After a pause, he moves his hand to my nylon panty crotch and I feel fingers underneath the elastic. Wow this guy is like totally playing with my ass at a bar and nobody knows it! Next he works at pulling one side of my panties up my butt…it felt really good and made me wiggle!…then he does the opposite and kind of pulls them down, pulling on them through the rip in my shorts…the waist band of them was way down on one side now and I knew they were sticking out of the pants. It was getting “harder” and harder to carry on a conversation. I needed a break!… I changed positions and pulled away a little. (to be continued!)
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