This Was Not a Dry Bar

Approaching the bar top at a local dive
I order a shot of cheap whiskey and a Glenlivet 21 for a chaser.
The counter has the grime and grease of the scared and troubled
Sullying the air with their desperate hopes and prayers of something they call happiness. For me. That only exists in one place. Here and now.
After I gulp my shot and take a soft sip of the delicate scotch
My wandering eyes catch the glimpse of a tall, slender black haired woman
Standing next to me. She seems to be too engaged in her conversation with her female friend to notice me.
But I see her. Those long legs all the way up to that short black skirt
Gives a hint of her heart shaped ass.
I notice her small side glances with half smile trying to check me out.
I can tell by her stance that she knows what she is about. And judging from her hand reaching over to pretend a scratch on her back thigh, that we don’t need a formal introduction.
I step to the side in closer proximity and let my hand down to casually graze the lines of her milky thigh.
Trace my fingers lightly until I meet the edge of her firm ass
just above the line of her skirt
She moves with my fingers and pushes gently towards me
As I slide my finger between her cheeks and move forward
to greet her already damp slit
She welcomes my finger greedily as she pushes back onto it
I notice her hand clutch the railing of the bar
Attempting to stay focused with her conversation, feigning polite smiles.
She reaches behind and feels my bulge in my jeans. Fumbles around until she grabs hold of the zipper and expertly unzips and teaches in.
Grabbing hold of my stiff cock. I let her pull it out and step closer and guide the head under her skirt and past the entrance to her moist divide. It slides in perfectly all the way to the base. I move as hard as I can without being too obvious. But it's near the point where I don't care who notices. Maybe its turning us on more.
I grab her right hip for leverage and push into her. She lets out a faint giggle trying to cover her moans.
In a few deep strokes, the heat of the bar and her pussy sets me loose where there is no turning back, as I let go my of my hot load deep inside, with a controlled grunt, feigning a deep thought with a quick sip of the scotch to muffle any noise.
She releases my cock back into my pants and I lean forward over the bar and nurse my drink a little more.
I hear her tell her friend. "I need to go to the bathroom. Be right back."
I look over my shoulder as she leaves and see her friend give a smile towards me.
I never did get a good look at her face. But I will sure visit this bar more often.