Encounter in a Bar

I was nursing a beer. The bar was empty, and I sat in a back booth, isolated where no one could see you, in that dark, smelly rat hole. I was trying to forget my job the office, my three bratty teenagers, and my frumpy wife, fifty pounds over-weight. Not that I was that good looking myself: two-hundred and thirty pounds and balding. A girl walked up, and not seeing me, sat in the opposite side of the booth. She couldn’t have been older than nineteen, with dark brown hair up in a bun and wearing a white mini-skirt, and a small short-sleeved small cotton top with buttons on the front. She was skinny with large breasts. I could not help myself, but I was, in a second, picturing her naked and what it would be like to feel those breasts in my hands. I noticed she was weeping. She looked up and for the first time noticed me. She tried to leave, embarrassed, but I stopped her.

“No! Wait.” I said, coming over to her side of the booth and putting my arm around her, trying to comfort her. She was shy and timid.

“My boyfriend left me. He said I was ugly”

“That’s ridiculous, you're beautiful. That asshole didn’t deserve you!”

I was staring at her heaving tits.

“Do you really think I’m pretty?”

“Incredibly sexy.” I could not move my eyes from her chest; my crotch was twitching

“Do you think I have a pretty body?”

She was looking for reassurance. Her self-esteem had been damaged and she wanted an affirmation that she was still desirable. She must have noticed me staring at her breasts but she didn’t mind; she liked someone admiring her body. See slowly undid the first few buttons on her top and leaned forward. I shouldn’t have, I know, she was the same age as my daughter, but I craned my neck forward and saw her full, gorgeous tits clad in a white lace bra. Knowing no one in the bar could see us in the large booth, she undid the rest of the buttons and removed her shirt.

“Would you like to see more?”

My dick was getting hard. No, I thought. This doesn’t just happen to people like me. I nodded slowly, as she unhooked the clasp on her bra and slowly slid it off. The ripest, firmest tits I had ever seen fell out, full and pink, her small nipples peaking in the cold of the bar. I stared at those beautiful breasts.

“Do you think I’m sexy?”

“Yes.” I gasped.

“Would you like to feel them?”

I slowly leaned forward timidly, taking a tit in each hand, and starting playing with them gently. When she didn’t pull back, I gained more courage and started kneading them more roughly. They felt as rock-hard as they had looked, and I had a full hard-on. I leaned down, putting the right one in my mouth, sucking hardly and drooling, then the left. Then I pushed them together and mashed my face into them, staying like this for a few minutes.

“Ohhh...” I moaned as I came and felt the wetness in my shorts.

“I have to go now...”

She slowly put her bra and shirt back on. She gave me a sweet, shy smile. She had liked the attention. I had shown her that she was still beautiful. “I’ll be back here tomorrow at the same time” She said as she left the booth. The next day at work, I could think of nothing else but copping a feel of those bountiful breasts. I stroked my dick to the memory of them. I rushed back to the bar earlier and found her in the same booth, this time, wearing a black mini-skirt and a green top that tied in the front. She had no bra on. Before she said a word, I reached forward and grabbed both breasts through the fabric, then untied the top and threw it under the table; I took a nice long peek, and then grabbed them roughly.

I heard a clanking sound, as a spoon dropped to the floor.

“Will you get that?”

I did so, slightly annoyed, but when a got under the table, she spread her knees, and I saw she wasn’t wearing panties. I leered for several minutes, transfixed, before slowly putting my hand between her legs.

“What do we have here?” a man’s voice said. I quickly got up from under the table and saw a boy about her age standing next to the booth.

“I dump you, Maria, and you though yourself at some fat, middle-aged prick you see in a bar?”

“He makes me feel beautiful.” She said.

“Your coming back to me, Maria”

“No!” she said as he grabbed her violently, I stepped up to help her but the last thing I remember was him pulling out a gun and the explosive sound, and my dying thoughts as the blood pooled under my head.