I know you want me. I can tell, just by looking at you and how you look at me. The striking thing for me is, the look never goes away. It's on, 24/7 and I don't understand how. But I accept it. Like right now, in a crowded bar. Everytime you look at me, it's like you don't see the bar. Or the crowd. You just see me. I see you.

I pull you closer. Right into me so that you can't be touching more of me even if you tried. You might be focussed on getting served at this damn bar, but I want you to know I'm here and I know I distract you from what you're doing. You look at me and smile. Then you go back to the guy behind the bar, fishing out a card for payment. I slide my hand over your ass. It's not good enough Jen, that you looked for only the briefest moment. And I see you smile in recognition of what I'm doing. Then I lean into your ear, whispering quietly so only you can hear.

"I so very much want to make you cum right now babe!" I say, and I feel your body tense ever so slightly at the mere suggestion. "Why are we in this bar right now?"

"I just thought we could do something different. Do you not like my new dress? I bought it, 'specially for tonight." You reply.

You claim that I spend the vast majority of my time winding you up and it's lost on you when I suggest perhaps it's more you winding me up all the time, but this is a classic example and well you know it. So I move us away from the bar, somewhere quieter. I find us a corner, partially hidden by a gambling machine. Or maybe it's a games machine. Whatever it is, it's making a racket. Pushing you into the corner away from the light, I bring my lips up close to yours and whisper again.

"You're deliberately trying to wind me up! I hope you're following all the rules for tonight! There will be trouble if you're not you know?" I say, making it clear that I was in fact serious about those rules.

I reach down, my hand brushing your ass as you lean back against the wall. Your dress is short. Way shorter than you would normally wear. Yes, you're definitely trying to wind me up! I slide my hand down, over the hem of your dress, then up your thigh. Don't worry, nobody can see. I think. And you're looking right at me, right in the eye, almost surprised. You shouldn't be surprised Jen! You knew this would happen didn't you? And my hand can clearly feel your underwear as I caress your ass. You broke the rules Jen!

"Take them off now!" I command. "Right now!"

You look at me nonplussed. Unsure if I really mean right now. We are in a crowded bar after all. But you can see from my face that I mean it. So you place your drink on the small shelf next to us and reach down with both hands. You shimmy your underwear down a bit, then look at me as you realise it's going to be fairly obvious what you're doing if anyone is watching us. And with a dress like that, there's probably somebody watching us.

"Now." I say, simply.

So you do. Awkwardly. Getting your knickers over your shoes is rather difficult without bending your knees in a very obvious way. This is why you should have followed the rules yes? But eventually, they come off and you put them in your bag. I start to kiss your neck. You wound me up. This is inevitable. You knew this. I can hear your change in breathing. That's how I know you knew.

And then I'm kissing your lips, letting my tongue glide across them, teasing you. I back away when you try to respond, which I know kinda infuriates you. And I look at you. You know that look, that says, "You knew!" And you smile back to say, "Of course I knew!" and that's how you know you're gonna end up in a world of trouble tonight!

I slide my hand back down over your thigh, pressing my body into you so I can feel how hard your nipples are in my chest. I'm kissing you, deep as I like and you open your legs a little, better to take me into the gap behind the noisy machine. But you know, I need no encouragement. You push the buttons, I'm going to respond. You have to deal with the results of your actions Jen. My heart is pounding and I swear I can feel yours too. I can certainly feel your breathing as I run my hand under your dress, over the small of your back. I pull you into me so that you know my cock is hard for you. I wish I could just pull it out right now, but that would be illegal probably? So I content myself with finding ways to wind you up, kissing your neck once more and blowing air lightly down your awesome cleavage. I know you're really sensitive to that and it has just the effect I so badly desire. You lean forward into me like you're trying to stop me and shift your weight on your legs. I use the opportunity to slide my hand across your hip, towards your pussy. Then I look up at you.

"Jen, you do realise that if your pussy is wet, I will know you're horny and I'll have to do something about it, don't you?" And you smile at me sheepishly, because you were counting on it I now realise!

"Oh Jen, your pussy isn't just wet. It's soaking! I'm going to have to make you cum right now!" I say it in almost a serious way, but I'm trying very hard to keep the glee out of my voice and you know it.

I listen to you moaning lightly as I stroke your clit up and down. I press into you, my mouth just an inch from your ear so I can tell you exactly what I am going to do to you. I never before met a girl that I could affect as much if not more with just words, than you.

"Sometimes Jen, you take things too far and right now is one of those occasions. Now I'm gonna have to make you cum right here, right now. You're gonna cum for me Jen! I'm going to make you!" I know you are. Your pussy juices are flowing and you need to cum. Spending all day together, thinking about what tonight will bring, has made you this way. It's beyond your control and it should be. I'm going to enjoy watching you cum while trying to hide it from everyone else in this bar."

"Just so you know Jen, as if you might not, I just love playing with your clit. You did know that, didn't you?" I don't pause for an answer. "I'm going to play with it until you cum so you better cum for me Jen. You know I love nothing more than watching you cum?"

You're just moaning in pleasure. Your moans coincide with specific words I say, as I say them. I knew they would. I choose my words very carefully in these situations, for this very reason.

"You got me so horny for you Jen! So you knew this would happen didn't you?" Again, I don't pause for a response. The only pauses are when I kiss you, deep and passionate, like there are only the two of us in the room. I can feel your orgasm rising inside of you. I want it. I need it actually. And your hot, wet pussy is willing me to delve inside, but I resist the temptation. I want to make you wait to get me inside you in any way you can.

"Cum for me Jen! I need you to cum for me!" I tell you, almost forecfully. I know this sets your head spinning and I can see it's well and truly spinning right now, because you've closed your eyes tight and you are doing all you can to control yourself and your breathing. But even so, you let out a small gasp, like I tipped you over the edge. You're going right over the edge tonight babe! Right here. Right now. I'll make dam sure of that!

You raise your arm towards your mouth as your head goes back against the wall. I know what you're doing! That classic stifling Jen move where you try to cover your moans and whimpers of pleasure. I'm having none of that and I block your arm from moving further. You know I love to watch and hear you cum. I won't let you take that away from me under any circumstances. You look down at me, a little wild look in your eye and I know you're worried people can see or hear us. Or both.

"Don't worry Jen. You don't have a choice now because I'm going to make you cum whether you like it or not!" I tell you, not forecefully but more matter-of-factly. Because it's true. You cannot escape this moment. I feel your arms tighten around my neck and I know you're starting to cum. I slide my fingers deep inside your pussy, making you gasp and raise yourself on your toes as if you cannot deal with that much pleasure. But you're getting it anyway.

"I'm not going to stop now Jen. Not until you stop cumming for me!" I tell you quietly, right in your ear. Then I bite your ear playfully, feeling your whole body shuddering against me. "There are people watching you right now Jen. They're not watching me. They're totally watching you because you are so sexy and you're making them very horny!"

I am pressing you against the wall, trying to keep you standing and stifle the movement you're making. It's not like you can control said movement as your orgasm overtakes you. I'm fucking your pussy with my fingers, slowly in, slowly out, using their full length. I am wanting you to imagine that really, my fingers are my cock. I know in fact, that are are imagining this exactly. I know you so well. You are hot, inside your pussy. It's making me a little dizzy just thinking about what this is going to do to us later in the evening. But slowly, your orgasm subsides and I let my fingers gently slip from between your legs as you breathe deep and open your eyes. It's like you are trying to retake control of your entire body and mind because you were clearly out of control. So I just kiss you lightly, on the lips, not moving in case you are unsteady on your feet. Now if only I could find something to wipe my fingers with. Can't be doing the rounds shaking peoples hands now can I?

And you look at me, smiling. You take my hand, kissing my fingers, then putting them slowly in your mouth without taking your eyes off mine. You suck gently. I'm not sure if you're trying to make sure I don't need to leave you to find some tissue or reminding me exactly what I'm going to make you do to me later. I suspect both. You never actually stop trying to wind me up, even when you've just cum. And well I know it.

I glance over my shoulder, around the room. Just a quick check to make sure there isn't a phalanx of police officers waiting to haul us away. There isn't, thankfully. But I do notice a couple stood towards the other end of the room, looking directly at us. He's looking kind of surprised. She's giggling. Then she turns to her husband, one would assume, and says something. I may not be able to totally lip read like some, but I can easily make out his reply is, "Yeah. Well, yeah," and he subconciously nods his head. She says something else to him. I can't lip read it because she's mostly facing away but he just nods again and she turns back to looks at us. She's smiling, like she's waiting for my response. I just subcinciously nod a little and smile back. I swear, she acknowledges me, but it's so subtle, I can't tell you why. It's just the way it felt.

"Jen, I think you've attracted some attention from over there. I was kinda joking when I said someone was watching us, but I think someone actually was watching us!" And I watch you, the feelings play across your face and you process this information. A slight worry, then that goes almost immediately. Then something devious or perhaps gleeful. And finally you look at me and say, "Well, who cares? Let's see what the night brings."