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Happy Hour
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Happy Hour We agreed to meet for happy hour at a local Mexican place for Margs and chips and salsa. It was a hot and humid day, so frosty beverages seemed a like welcome escape from the heat. My bra had been sticking to me all day and I was ready to be done with it. So I tossed it in the corner of my closet before retrieving a light cotton sundress with spaghetti straps. My boobs bounced with delight at their newfound freedom. I debated about losing my panties too but my hubby was in a rush so I figured I had the drive to decide. Half way to the restaurant, I decided that my panties had to go. While stopped at a red light, I hoisted up my hem, hooked my thumbs under the waistband and tugged them off. I felt like the temperature dropped 10 degrees as my steamy pussy felt the blast of AC from the dashboard vents. I just sat there with my dress bunched up around my waist. Without a second thought, I propped my feet up on the dash, spread my knees, and let the cool air rush in. It wasn’t an invitation but my hubby took it that way and in an instant I felt his index finger probing downward between my pussy lips in search of something moist and familiar. I enjoyed the sensations pulsing outward as his fingers sawed across my clit picking up a little more moisture from my warming pussy hole with each downward stroke. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back into the headrest, gently rolling it from side to side, enjoying my growing arousal. The horn from an impatient motorist behind us snapped me back into awareness as my hubby also lost in the moment lurched our car forward with an abrupt start. As we drove on, I pulled my dress out from underneath my butt and smoothed it out across my knees. Again, it wasn’t an invitation but my hubby can’t resist my charms (protruding from my chest), and in one continuous motion, pulled my dress strap off my shoulder and tugged my dress down far enough that my left boob popped out, my nipple instantly hardening like an eraser atop a pencil. As we pulled into the parking lot, my hubby had my dress top gathered at my waist, alternatingly twisting and tugging at both nipples, back and forth, left and right. It was like he turned on a faucet, my pussy began dripping with self-lube. Our friends were already at the bar and a couple drinks ahead of us, so to catch up my hubby ordered us a couple of shots of Tequila each. I didn’t even reach for the lime wedge between shots. The fiery liquid burned its way downward into my belly warming me from the inside out. I was already perspiring from the humidity and now sweat was beading on my brow and on my chest between my hanging boobs, before succumbing to gravity’s pull, creating rivulets of perspiration, coursing down the sides of my face, dribbling down my chest between my boobs, and between my shoulder blades, until soaking into my cotton sundress, creating a growing darkening line across where my bare skin meets the top of my dress and circles at the tips of my nipples. I excused myself to find a fan to cool off and noticed that my thin dress was now clinging to boobs and inexplicably my rock-hard nipples. It felt and looked like a hot flash. I was perspiring like I was running a marathon. I found an open spot at the bar in front of a big fan, set on high, blowing over the shoulder of the bartender, who handed a napkin, to blot my forehead. My hair began sticking to my jaw but the cooling breeze was beginning to have its effect as were the two quick Tequila shots. I pulled my hair back from my face, clutching it loosely into a pony tail with my hands, and tilted my head upward, exposing my neck, and closed my eyes letting the fan do its work. I could feel my dress fluttering against the blowing fan, clinging to my upswept boobs. It felt so good. When I opened my eyes, the grinning bartender had two more shots lined up before me. I gulped them down without hesitation, I didn’t need to guess who ordered them. These two didn’t burn but added to the growing waves of inebriation crashing over my mind, calming me and lowering my already questionable inhibitions. This is when I start making bad decisions. Behind me, I felt a familiar presence leaning into me as I sat on the barstool. I leaned back. Without turning to greet him, I casually dropped my hand to bottom of the zipper of his shorts and squeezed his growing bulge. My pussy had been tingling since the car ride over and the Tequila shots only focused my diminishing attention on my need for pleasure and release. Claiming his prize, his left hand slipped under my elbow, between my bicep and ribs, his thumb tracing the crease slightly below my boob, lightly caressing my abs with his spreading fingers, teasing my boob just an inch above. My hand, obscured from view between our bodies, began rubbing and squeezing his swelling cock, its erection straining against his shorts. Completing his embrace, his right hand came to rest on my hip and began following the downward slope of my upper thigh, delicately gathering the fabric of my dress, and pulling it upward in little bunches, revealing my thigh an inch at time. My pussy was now dripping with anticipation. Thankful that I discarded my panties because there was nothing between his fingers’ steady advance and my slickening opening. Two more shots appeared before me. As I reached for the first one, I felt him cupping my boob and squeezing and massaging it assertively, rolling my nipple between his index finger and thumb. Jolts of pleasure shot through me. The shot glass trembled in my hand as I lifted it toward my mouth. Tipping head backward, into his shoulder, as I poured the liquid heat down my throat, I felt his other hand race across my thigh and slip under the hem of my dress to find my treasure. I rolled my face to his to share the taste of the liquor on my tongue with an open-mouthed kiss. Except he was a stranger to me. To be continued? |
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Damn I wish I was that guy! What I would do to have been there and seen your sexy body! How does the day end? Want to recreate this?
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6/7/2018 4:49 am |
congrats, another well written exciting ride down a sexy road!! my cock was sweliing as I was picturing it in my mind, taco boy? la ha? mex1? - looking forward to the rest of this ...
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