Used at the Pub

It had barely been a week since the orgy in Gary's team's locker room and the memories of that afternoon were still extremely vivid in my mind. Every so often I would catch myself recalling glimpses of the debauchery I was subjected to at the hands - or cocks - of Gary's mates and my heart would start hammering all over again. What was even better, Gary had been insatiable ever since, his usual passionate kiss to greet me when he got home from work had become more urgent, resulting in me being bent over the kitchen table more than once in the past week.

Tonight we were hellbent on celebrating again, nothing to do with sports, just a regular date night for the two of us. We were going to go for a quiet couple of drinks to our local pub, and then see where the night took us.

It turned out, we need not have looked further than the old pub for some good old fashioned fun. Neither did the other patrons.

Gary and I have always known how to have a good time and that night was no different. We had a few drinks, watched as some of the other regulars tried to settle an old score over the dartboard, and then he gave me that look. That look, which I knew so well...

"What do you say, love, we take things somewhere more private," Gary whispered in my ear, after brushing a few locks out of my face.

I was glowing with anticipation - or the after effects of the Vodka-Redbull I'd been enjoying that evening. Either way, I was well up for it.

"Sure thing. So long as by more private, you mean not very private at all..." I winked at him and he broke his dark, brooding stare for only a moment, when a knowing grin appeared on his lips.

"You know me. That's always what I mean." Gary got up, and firmly took my hand, ready to lead me into the back of the pub. The bar was mostly quiet, with only a few people around who were engaged in deep conversation with one another. The ladies room would be free, I knew that already. The ladies room in this place was always free for us.