lovingfingers
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I probably should have just taken you home. You were clearly tipsy. But you were also clearly having a good time and I was living an intense fantasy. You were all smiles as you ordered more wine, and the bartender was all smiles as he gazed at your lovely breasts through your sheer dress. I mentioned bourbon to him and he reluctantly busied himself. I watched as the dress slid way up your legs. If you had been facing me directly, I would have had an unhindered view of your pussy. And you were completely oblivious.
How often had I seen attractive women and wanted to just this? Their sweet bodies on display for me, knowing that sooner or later, I would be able to enjoy them. I grinned as the bartender returned with our drinks. I took a sip of my drink as you tried your wine. "Its quiet right now," I started, "do you play pool?"
You shook your head, and I enquired, "how about a lesson?"
I slid off my stool and offered you my hand. You took it and got off your stool, your dress riding up to the bottom of your cheeks. I led and step towards the pool table and put my arm around your waist. I held the fabric of your dress just enough that the bartender got a clear view of the bottoms of your cheeks as we walked. He really should be tipping me...
I brought you to the table and set my bourbon down. I got you a cue and headed it to you. Setting the cue ball on the table, I took your left hand and set it nearby on the felt. I arranged your fingers and then guided the cue on top. Adjusting the cue, I said, "OK, now just slide the cue forward evening."
You did hesitantly, just tapping the ball. I reached over you and put my hand over your right hand. "OK, now make it an even stroke." I pulled your hand back and then shoved it forward, drew it back and pushed forward. "Just imagine it is my cock between your breasts, sliding back and forth." You giggled and moved the stick quickly.
I laughed, "OK, now lets try it with a ball." You hit the ball much harder, and I said, "good" encouragingly. I set up a line of balls, and said, "OK, now do the same with each of these."
I had set them further on the table, forcing you to bend over the table more. I guided your left hand to the right place and set my right hand on your hips, my fingers touching your ass. You hit the first ball and then readjusted to the second. I moved with you and eased your dress up a little. We repeated this ten times, and at the end, most of your ass was exposed to the bar. I rested my hand on your naked cheek and squeezed.
How often had I seen attractive women and wanted to just this? Their sweet bodies on display for me, knowing that sooner or later, I would be able to enjoy them. I grinned as the bartender returned with our drinks. I took a sip of my drink as you tried your wine. "Its quiet right now," I started, "do you play pool?"
You shook your head, and I enquired, "how about a lesson?"
I slid off my stool and offered you my hand. You took it and got off your stool, your dress riding up to the bottom of your cheeks. I led and step towards the pool table and put my arm around your waist. I held the fabric of your dress just enough that the bartender got a clear view of the bottoms of your cheeks as we walked. He really should be tipping me...
I brought you to the table and set my bourbon down. I got you a cue and headed it to you. Setting the cue ball on the table, I took your left hand and set it nearby on the felt. I arranged your fingers and then guided the cue on top. Adjusting the cue, I said, "OK, now just slide the cue forward evening."
You did hesitantly, just tapping the ball. I reached over you and put my hand over your right hand. "OK, now make it an even stroke." I pulled your hand back and then shoved it forward, drew it back and pushed forward. "Just imagine it is my cock between your breasts, sliding back and forth." You giggled and moved the stick quickly.
I laughed, "OK, now lets try it with a ball." You hit the ball much harder, and I said, "good" encouragingly. I set up a line of balls, and said, "OK, now do the same with each of these."
I had set them further on the table, forcing you to bend over the table more. I guided your left hand to the right place and set my right hand on your hips, my fingers touching your ass. You hit the first ball and then readjusted to the second. I moved with you and eased your dress up a little. We repeated this ten times, and at the end, most of your ass was exposed to the bar. I rested my hand on your naked cheek and squeezed.