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I was at a bar, minding my own business, just trying to unwind from work. My hair was down in loose curls with a small section pinned to the top of my head in a messy bun, held together by a broken pencil I found on the floor after testing this morning. Small wisps of hair falling in my face.
I suddenly get this overwhelming feeling that someone is watching me as I hear the heavy metal doors of the bar creek open.
I turn slowly in my chair at the bar, leaning on my elbows and exposing the top of my breasts with how I was poised towards the entrance.
The moment I settle back into my seat I see you. Standing at the door, watching me from under your favorite black flexfit hat. Eyes questioning why I came here instead of coming home to you.
I gesture slightly to a booth in the corner of the bar. The light above the table dim and casting yellowish shadows on the floor giving just enough light to conceal anyone who sits in the far side of the booth.
We don’t exchange any words, and you understand by the simple gesture where I want you. I knew sending you the link to my location when I left work would be the first of many breadcrumbs for you to follow.
You smirk and as you turn to walk towards to corner booth I see you shaking your head and your smile grows as you let loose a chuckle of amusement.
My focus then turns to the other patrons of the bar. None worth a second glance but many turn their gaze quickly from my breasts when they see that I’m watching their not-so-subtle glances. I slide the zipper of my blouse open just a little further, exposing the natural crease between my cleavage.
As I scan the room I notice a tall gentleman with his flannel sleeves rolled to his elbows leaning on the pool table closest to me. He’s tan and rugged with rough calluses on his hands which tells me he’s blue collar. Probably here to blow off steam before heading home to jerk off to lesbian porn.
He’s talking to his friend, but his gaze never leaves me. Eyes locked on each other. I read his lips as he mouths the words “damn, she’s gorgeous”
I push myself from the bar and walk over to him. Grabbing his cue from his grip and taking the shot his friend has been waiting on him you make. Without saying a word, I hand back the cue as he stands up straight and his ball slowly rolls into the corner pocket. I smirk up at him and begin to walk back to my seat at the bar.
He grabs my arm and pulls me back toward the table. As he does, I’m now facing you in the corner of the bar and I give you the signal that I’m good as I watch your possessiveness take over your features seeing another man’s hand gripping me.
I feel my body tingling in anticipation as we continue to stare at each other while he whispers something into my ear. My pussy weeping to feel your hands gripping me and your cock buried deep inside me. But not yet…
I turn my attention back to the man in flannel. Glancing towards his fingers still gripping my arm. I cut off the words coming out of his mouth by asking if he intends to keep fucking around pretending to play pool or if he was going to ask me to dance.
He lets out a guttural laugh and loosens his grip on my arm. Looking me up and down like he wants to devour every inch of my body.
I slowly start to back up towards the dance floor. The crappy bar music cycling through the same 7 songs over and over again.
I hold his hand above my head, leading him to the center of the floor, while everyone’s gaze turns in our direction.
I move our bodies into a position where my back is against his chest as I grind into his growing erection. But my eyes are watching you in the corner. When his hands move to my hips, your expression goes dark and your chest begins to rise and fall more rapidly.
He lowers his mouth to my ear to whisper that I’m teasing his dick grinding my ass into him like that. I reach my hands behind me and grip his shaft through his pants.
“Let’s do something about that then” I say.
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