Sooooooo I’ve been hearing about the new retro arcade bar downtown for weeks and decided to go. Everyone at work wouldn’t shut up about it; neon lights, rows of classic machines, retro-themed cocktails (street fizzter, mortal mojito, pac manhattan, etc etc), and that kind of PS1 breakbeat style music.
It sounded kinda fun, but I’ve been on a family holiday for the last week (kill me) so I’ve not been able to go until the weekend, and decided it would be a good excuse to release some pent up…stuff. (If I’m being honest, I was really fucking horny from not being able to touch myself for a week)
That’s why I decided it would be a good idea to go out without panties.
In retrospect, that was a pretty stupid idea, because I’d only been in the place for a few minutes when I was looking for a face to ride. Buit, you know. Like I said, I’ve been pretty horny recently.
I ordered a drink at the bar (the Contra Cosmo) and sat down, the hem of my skirt brushing the barstool. I didn’t have my pussy *out* or anything, but every time I shifted, the bare skin of my thighs reminded me of my little secret. Most of the guys didn’t look at me; they were locked into their games. Which was fair enough–thats what they had gone their for. The place had all sorts of cabinets and even a few consoles hooked up to TVs, and generally it was a pretty cool vibe.
Anyway, one of the guys caught my eye at a Galaga machine, nervous energy radiating from his body. I watched him for a little while, and like me, he seemed to be alone. He glanced up in that kind of sixth-sense-someone-is-looking-at-me way, then quickly back to the screen. I smiled. He was shy. Perfect.
I walked over to him, feeling my nakedness beneath my skirt with every step, my horniness giving me confidence.
“Hey,” I said. “Is it okay if I watch?”
“Oh, uh. Yeah, sure.”
I watched him for a little while, getting closer and closer until my arm was brushing his every time I moved. He was pretty good at the game, but that wasn’t really what I was interested in. not anymore. His shoulders tightened every time I shifted closer, until eventually his ship exploded in a low-pixel fireball. I grinned.
“Ahh, sucks.” I smiled. “Mind if I have a go? You watch me, if you like...”
He gave a shaky laugh, stepping aside. “Sure, uh…yeah. Go ahead.”
I slipped into his spot, my skirt rising just a little as I leaned forward toward the screen. I could feel him standing awkwardly close behind me. I slid a coin in, started the game, and immediately let my ship dart around with erratic little jerks.
“God, this feels so stiff,” I murmured, moving the joystick too fast and pretending I am not actually excellent at videogames(!). “I can’t get the hang of it.” I tilted my head back just enough to glance at him. “You wanna help?”
He swallowed hard. “Uh. I mean…sure. You just want to move it more gently, see? If you–”
I shook my head, cutting him off with a little smile. “No. Don’t just tell me.” I glanced back at him over my shoulder, letting my skirt ride a little higher as I pushed my ass out a little. “Show me. Come here.”
I pushed my tits together with my forearms, my E-cups bulging from the top of my bra. He froze.
“I don’t…”
“Put your arms around me, silly. From behind. Guide me.”
He looked at me for a moment, trying to decide if I was serious, and then stepped in close. I felt his warmth press into my back, his arms hesitantly wrapping around me until his hands covered mine on the joystick. He was tense, but I leaned back against him deliberately, easing him closer.
“Better,” I whispered, lessing out a little sigh as my ass made contact with his crotch. “That’s what I needed.”
“Okay, so…” His voice was low, almost in my ear. “You can’t jerk it around too much, you’ve gotta…kind of, um, ease it. Like this.” He guided my hand, moving the ship smoothly across the screen.
I leaned back into him a little harder. “Ohhh, I see,” I said sweetly, rocking my hips back the tiniest bit as he tried to focus on the game. “Smooth and steady. Like this?”
“Y-yeah,” he stammered. His breath caught when I pressed a little firmer against him, pretending it was just my shifting weight. His hands tightened slightly over mine, guiding me through the enemy waves.
“You’re good at this,” I teased, wiggling back into him again, deliberately slow this time, rubbing the soft crevice of my fat ass up and down the hardening shaft of his cock. I grabbed my skirt, making less of a secret of it now, hiking it up around my waist a little. “You must play a lot.”
He let out a broken laugh. I rolled my hips more obviously, grinding my ass against the bulge in his pants.
“Fuck…” he whispered.
“Oops,” I whispered, feigning innocence. “Am I distracting you?” I smirked, easing back harder against him, my ass nestling right into the length of his cock. “Guess I am....”
He was breathing heavily now, his forehead nearly touching my shoulder. His arms were still around me, but he wasn’t guiding my hands anymore, just clutching the sides of the cabinet like he needed to steady himself.
I kept playing, pretending to focus, but really just teasing him with every slow roll of my hips. Back and forth. Side to side. Grinding into him.
“You okay back there?” I asked, voice low and taunting.
“Yeah,” he breathed.
“Good. Because I’m not stopping. You can push back against me a little, if you like. Or grab my hips…”
I eased my ass back harder into him, rocking against his cock while my fingers kept pressing the buttons. He tried so hard not to move, not to give in, but his hips betrayed him, tiny thrusts, little rolls of his hips that matched mine.
It was instinctual at this point; he was fucking me through our clothes, and my body was starting to respond, my pussy gently opening to him like a flower, my clit tingling with each gentle thrust.
I hitched my skirt up even higher, my tits starting to bounce too, my bra already struggling to contain them as I rocked back and forth against the machine, my nipples hardening. I wanted so badly for him to reach round and pull on them, but for now, I tried to keep my composure while crumbling his.
That's when I had a very slutty idea.
“Are you any good at racing games?” I asked, my voice unsteady as I felt his cock pushing against my asshole through the thin fabric of my skirt.
“Wha–what? Racing games?”
“Mmmhmm,” I moaned. “I really want to sit down somewhere…maybe you could…show me…”
His hands tightened on my hips and he pulled me into him, a bold and sudden move that made me gasp. He spun me round, and my eyes darted down to the front of head sweatpants, a visible wet patch from where I had been grinding my slutty pussy against him. I realised I was dripping down my inner thigh, and he took me by the hand.
“Come on,” he said, his voice still breathless. “I know the perfect place.”
[Let me know if you’d like to hear more of what happened!]