Inhibited
By Tang
Part 2 - Alternate Ending
For a moment Lisa was completely disorientated and she
worried that she would fall from her bar stool.
She grasped for her drink and took deep gulps. What had just happened? She looked up and saw herself reflected
behind the bar: her hair in a scrunchy, wearing a check shirt that was probably
a bit too masculine for her and still with her parka on. She looked down at her hands and their nails
with no polish. She shifted in her seat
and realised she was in the baggy jeans she had put on to walk here. For some reason Lisa felt a strong sense of
déjà vu. Looking across the pub she saw
the back of a young woman; her hair pulled back into a harsh pony tail. She had on a cropped leather biker-style
jacket, figure-hugging wet-look leggings and sharp-heeled ankle boots. Did Lisa know her? Maybe looking that stylish she was someone
connected to Beatrice, perhaps a sister or a cousin or something.
“Haven’t you thought that she might look distant because her
mind is preoccupied with sexual thoughts?”
Lisa turned abruptly at the sound of the man’s voice. She had not even been aware of him sitting
down beside her.
“Yes, I imagine that is probably the case, looking at how
she is dressed; how she is moving. I
guess she’ll be eager to get back home after this.” Lisa found herself saying; for some reason
she felt she could get a sense of what the young woman’s whole demeanour was
signalling.
“I’m glad you said that.”
The man said. “I don’t like
people disagreeing with me when I am right.
Sometimes I feel compelled to show them they’re wrong.”
Rather dimly Lisa processed what the stranger was
saying. She glanced at him and there
seemed something familiar about him. Had
she seen him around town? Whoever he
was, she realised his statement had been pretty arrogant. He had drunk the last of his drink and stood
up from the stool. Lisa wanted to say
something before he got away.
“You’re very confident of yourself.”
“I have the right to be.”
“So what makes you special?”
“Because I choose to be.”
“And the rest of us?
Why can’t I be just as confident; just as special?”
“Because you are too afraid to take a dare.”
The man gave a nod and walked away. Lisa wanted to ask him how he felt he could
read her so well. However, she realised
that his words had unnerved her and, anyway, she did not want to make a scene
here. As she thought back over what had
happened she was a little afraid that he had been able to make her think she
had experienced a fortnight of a relationship with him and packed it into a matter
of seconds. Such an ability seemed
impossible, but she worried that even if it had been exaggerated in her memory
this was not a man to get the wrong side of.
The alternative, that she had suffered some kind of seizure, was more
frightening still. She imagined she was
just tired and her mind had wandered.
Lisa wanted something to prove that it had not been an utter
illusion. That made her want to see the
young woman who had just gone by; for some reason she had been very
familiar. Perhaps she was someone Lisa
had known vaguely at university or had encountered through work. Anyway, Lisa felt that if she could see that
she had not imagined it all, it would help her keep grip of reality. She slid from her stool and went through into
the snug pretending to head to the toilet.
She saw a young man sat by the window and given the leather jacket slung
over the back of the chair she recognised that he must be the woman’s
boyfriend. He looked terribly like the
man who had sat beside her; though here he might be that man’s cousin or
brother by a different mother. However,
as she gazed at him she saw that his clothes were different; similar in style
but dark blues and browns rather than blacks.
For an instant Lisa had a sudden urge to sit down opposite him.
For a moment Lisa felt to do so was ridiculous. Then she remembered what the man at the bar
had said about her not wanting to take dare.
She walked up to the man she felt certain was called Alex, sauntering as
best she could in the way she had seen the woman come in with him had
done. Lisa envisaged herself in the
similar tight clothes and with her mind filled with sexual thoughts.
Alex looked confused.
However, Lisa enjoyed the game and decided the best way was to push on,
making it seem his fault if she did not look how he expected her to do.
“Sorry … babe.” Lisa
said a little hesitantly, “Silly me, I forgot my bag.”
She waved her rather large handbag at him as if it was the
smaller fashionable one she had seen his partner come in with. To silence any questions she reached over and
planted a kiss on his lips.
“I’m … well, I’m feeling sooo horny … that, well, I guess
I’m not thinking straight. Give me a few
moments and then … maybe you’d like to join me for a quickie while we’re
waiting.”
Lisa grinned and stood up before Alex could answer. This was fun.
Having pulled it off, she felt her confidence growing. Increasingly she felt she was a woman who
could take care of her own life and not be pushed around by the judgements of
bar staff. Beyond that, even faking a
conversation about her libido seemed to be arousing her. She kept up her walk and headed to the ladies
toilets. The pub was an old one, the
cubicles had brick partitions and heavy wooden doors. She had no idea where the woman she had just
been imitating had gone, but more than one of the doors was closed.
Lisa ducked into an empty cubicle and mischievously wondered
how she could continue the game. She
imagined that Alex would not say no to the kind of offer she had made and would
soon be in here. It would be a good
laugh if he got the wrong cubicle and came for a ‘quickie’ from Lisa rather
than his actual girlfriend. Using her
smartphone as she waited, she pulled up her Facebook page and began putting in
backdated posts going back a couple of weeks about how she had met this great
guy called Alex and then as much as she recalled of the dream or vision or
whatever it had been. She changed her
relationship status and quickly wrote about giving herself a makeover with
links to the kind of clothes and even the beauticians that she remembered. With every step, Lisa found herself getting
even more aroused. Then her pussy became
very demanding.
Lisa slipped her phone back into her small handbag and
tugged down her PU leggings to find the silk thong beneath already wet with
sexual juice. She pushed back on the
toiled with her booted feet pinned against the door and gently jilling herself
was soon feeling the passion rise.
“Yesss … yesss … yesss.”
Came breathlessly but steadily from Lisa’s lips.
As she heard the door to the bar open, Lisa suppressed her
passion. Moments later she heard a tap
on the woman’s cubicle door.
“Lisa … babe, it’s me.”
It was Alex, she stretched forward and unlocked the
door. Quickly he was inside and locked
it behind him. Lisa relished how good it
was to be doing it here in a public place.
She realised that it excited her and simply fuelled her arousal even
further. Quickly she was kissing,
groping; loving sex in semi-public. She
had no idea what to do. She realised she
was quivering, feeling that sex in a toilet was so wrong. Hearing a toilet flush from a couple of
cubicles away, both Lisa and Alex burst into giggles. However, quickly the drive of their sexual
hunger pushed on. Lisa was pressed
against the wall and gave a yelp as Alex’s cock, so hard, slipped easily inside
her even though her legs were kept tight together by her pulled-down leggings. He thrust quickly, but all she had to do was
take in where she was and what she was doing to take her to climax and she let
out hot grunts into his ear. He came in
her as her pleasure took him over the edge and then staggered back gasping. Lisa kept shuddering, loving this so
much. She cleaned herself up and then
moved her panties and her shiny leggings back into place.
In the next few moments, she cautiously let Alex out of the
cubicle to reclaim their table. Feeling
she looked her best Lisa followed. She
checked her hair and make-up in the mirror, feeling pleased at how good she
looked in this lace top and these leggings and boots. She loved that she had the confidence to have
sex when and where she wanted it. She
was a mature, confident woman in control of her life. As she strode from the toilet on the high
heels of her ankle boots, back to where she had left her biker-style leather
jacket on the chair, Lisa felt a whole range of different pleasures run over
her. As the waitress came up with their
lunches, she told herself that she would be sure to come back here with Alex
and do this again; this pub seemed perfect for it.
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