A_Man_For_You
Literotica Guru
- Joined
- Jun 15, 2007
- Posts
- 1,261
An evening at the pub [closed]
OOC : this fantasy I write about is opened for a fem willing to play an innocent-looking girl who's not that innocent, eager to seduce an older man in a public place, just to meet something different than what her young friends could give her...
There he stood, leaned at the bar, ône of his forearms resting on it, suppoting the weight of his upper body, as his other hand was clutching an almost empty pint of brown beer. Daydreaming as often, he was wondering what his life was going to be, confined in his little office and typing lines of code all the day. At 32, he thought his life was a mess, the perfect loser stuff.
His gaze lifted from his glass everytime the door opened and he gave each newcomer a sight. He knew almost everyone in here, most of them gettin drunk with him as the nights passed. Will this one be different? Why would it be?
But this evening, a different person entered the place, a person he had never seen here, the knid of person that was not really adequate in this loner place... A stunning young girl. She should barely had the age of entering a pub, but she already had many features of a real woman... physically at least. She was wearing a medium-long light summer skirt that moved around her thin legs. She also had a tight tube top on. And that was all. Well she was out for one of these summer nights of music, drinks and friends in clubs dedicated to young people. She must surely have been surprised by the storm as she entered the pub in a ruch, all dripping from rain. She looked around, an innocent and lost look.
OOC : this fantasy I write about is opened for a fem willing to play an innocent-looking girl who's not that innocent, eager to seduce an older man in a public place, just to meet something different than what her young friends could give her...
There he stood, leaned at the bar, ône of his forearms resting on it, suppoting the weight of his upper body, as his other hand was clutching an almost empty pint of brown beer. Daydreaming as often, he was wondering what his life was going to be, confined in his little office and typing lines of code all the day. At 32, he thought his life was a mess, the perfect loser stuff.
His gaze lifted from his glass everytime the door opened and he gave each newcomer a sight. He knew almost everyone in here, most of them gettin drunk with him as the nights passed. Will this one be different? Why would it be?
But this evening, a different person entered the place, a person he had never seen here, the knid of person that was not really adequate in this loner place... A stunning young girl. She should barely had the age of entering a pub, but she already had many features of a real woman... physically at least. She was wearing a medium-long light summer skirt that moved around her thin legs. She also had a tight tube top on. And that was all. Well she was out for one of these summer nights of music, drinks and friends in clubs dedicated to young people. She must surely have been surprised by the storm as she entered the pub in a ruch, all dripping from rain. She looked around, an innocent and lost look.
Last edited: