Caroline Learns A Lesson

[DeepBlue89]

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We were on our couch, reading some of our books while the first snowstorm of the winter began to blow, the slight sounds of minuscule shards of ice slapping against the frame of a window in our modest three room apartment. I thought that it was relaxing, having the heater cranked up, a cup of tea set aside while enjoying a good book with my husband by my side. What more could you ask for, especially for an introvert such as myself? I always considered myself to be a very lucky woman, having found a man that understood me as well as Kenny - the man that I had married about eight months ago. We knew each other for much longer than that, having met during our awkward first year of college. Introduced by my best friend Karen, we were quickly infatuated by each other and were inseparable since. Now both twenty-six years old, we settled down pretty quickly and were considering maybe starting a family in a couple of more years. Until then we decided to stay in my apartment, seeing as the rent was pretty much a steal, and we could properly save up for a home.

Needless to say, I was very content with my life and I had no intention of anything changing.

-- RING! RING! --​

But as fate would have it, my phone rang and vibrated on the coffee table next to the couch. I sighed, having closed my book just as Kenny chuckled. I knew who it was, even before I picked up my cellphone with the name Karen displayed on the screen. "Hello?" I answered, not too crazy about having been snapped out of the cozy state I was in. I honest to goodness would not be able to tell you how the conversation went, word per word, but it went something along the lines of:

"Caroline! Hey, how are you?"

"I'm good. How have you been Karen?"

"Great! Me and the girls were thinking of heading to the bar in a few hours, and we'd be hoping that you'd come by?"

"Oh...the bar?" I began to ask, my gaze turning towards my husband. "Gee, I don't know. There's a snowstorm and everyth- "

"Don't worry about it! We all live close by and we decided to try the bar that...you know, you live just above?"

Oh fuck.

I turned around, to see my husband before I told Karen "I don't know, you'd have to ask Kenny..." and quickly passed the phone to him, not even hearing Karen's reply before I winced and desperately gave my husband the phone. I mouthed to my husband "Say no", but I don't think he understood the concept. Instead, he chuckled and said: "Caroline would love to go! ...No, I don't think I'll be able to tag along. I need to finish a few reports by tomorrow."

He handed my phone back, as I stared at him a bit disappointingly.

"Okay, so meet you at the bar in two hours? Cool, can't wait. See you!"

Of course, the second the call did end, I just stared at Kenny with a stare just as cold as the snow storm outside. Again, the response from my husband was just a light hearted chuckle. He knew that I didn't want to go, but just teased me with: "You really need to be able to say no, you know?"

..

It's true, I did have a problem saying no to people, especially those closest to me. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't stupid; it's not as if I was going to get into a random van with a stranger by any means. No, it's just that I was a bit of a submissive person. I was susceptible to demands of others, even if it made me uncomfortable. Such as going to a bar by Karen; I loathed the idea of spending an afternoon in a shabby place, filled with loud music and equally loud people. Honestly, you'd think that my husband wouldn't want his hot, pushover wife to be heading to a bar, knowing that she has a difficult time saying no.

Those two hours came by pretty fast, and I found myself leaving my apartment dressed in my casual outfit; a light buttoned up green blouse and a pair of tight, washed out jeans. Of course, even in this get-up, I knew that I was going to get plenty of stares. Remember just a second ago when I said that I was hot? I wasn't just tooting my own horn. Sure, you might think I'm a bit arrogant for going on about myself, but I'm a somewhat tall - being 5'9" - woman with a fit, hourglass body. My breasts were huge, as if I were the caricature of someone's fantasy - with them being about the same size (if not larger) than my head. My ass also got the attention of many, being thick and round, put together with my wide hips. I guess what I'm trying to say that is that even if my so-called casual outfit, that I knew that I was going to get some attention and I couldn't help but wonder if that's why Karen wanted me to go out tonight. After all, she basically feeds off drama. Still, she was my best friend so even when I left my apartment in a huff, I couldn't help but feel bad that I was so willing to turn her down earlier.

I left my place without my jacket, knowing that the bar was connected to my apartment building; a door just to the side of the entrance leading to a slightly dim, shabby looking bar. Still, even if I had a low opinion of the place, it seemed to be a bit crowded. With my heels clicking on the wooden panels, I saw Karen there with a few of our friends. When I saw her, my short friend basically squealed in joy to see me again, rushing over to give me a hug and motion me to the stool that they were staying at.

I wasn't one to drink, but ordered a light beer while we began to catch up.

We chatted, although in the back of my mind, I felt as if I was being watched. No, not in a creepy way...or at least, I didn't think so. I guess the best way that I could put this is that I felt as if someone was looking at me from afar while I talked to my friend. That being beside the point, eventually Karen took notice and turned. She very quickly looked back towards me with a big stupid grin on her face.

"Hey Caroline, some guy is soooo checking you out!"

"Karen!" I answered back in a tone of voice that basically told my friend to shut up...

 

[a_libertine]

It was to be the snow storm of the decade, if one believed the meteorologists on the TV. Some 14" of the funny white shot was to hit the deck overnight. That would put a damper on business, but then, winter was not exactly conducive to construction work. I hate snow. Born and raised in Arkansas we seldom saw more than an inch of snow, and when we did, it melted away in 24 hours.

But here? In this God forsaken city? Snow seemed to land in October and stick around to May. Probably not quite that bad, but close.

The only good thing here was the big assed tittied chick across the street. Carol or Cathy or some damn thung like that. Her tits were enormous, like watermelons attached on each side big. Ridiculously big. So big I couldn't imagine they were not purchased at a platic surgeon big.

But she lived in the same neighborhood as I did, so I would bet they had to be God given. What a goddamn concept. Her pansy assed husband was one lucky fucked.

First time I saw her was not long after I moved in. I was drinking a beer on my balcony when I saw her walking across her apartment in a shirt that strained at the enormity of her tits. To be honest I yanked my shot out right there and started pulling on it. Not the best orgasm, but it was a nice one.

So on this night, supposedly the wettest of the winter, which promised bitch like cold a day later, I drug my happy ads across the street to the bar. It was small and quaint, occasionally crowed, and even though you could not smoke in it any more always smelled like cigarettes. I had the intention of finding someone to keep my bed and cock warm.

At 6'3" talk and 200 pounds, I was fit, trim, and despite being on the north side of 40, I was in better shape than a lit of the guys that went to this, or any other, bar. Working construction while watching what you are will do that for you. Black hair crowned my head, silver sprinkled through out, and framed a face that almost always looked tanned. Bright blue eyes, the color of electrical arc's were the center piece. Whether or not I am good looking, I don't know, but I never have a problem finding a woman when I need one.

This time though, I walked into the bar and damn near tripped over my tongue and jaw, as she was right there. Her tits were truly massive. Each one bigger than my head. It was an awe inspiring sight.

I went up to the bar and ordered a beer. Back against it I stood there watching her. Her tits were mesmerizing and I could not break away. Even when she turned and looked dead at me, all I could do is give her a lopsided grin and raise my beer to her in tribute.

I stopped the waitress, Jess, a comely brunette, and said, "I will buy that entire table a round of drinks. "

She looked where I had tilted my head and burst out laughing, "Aiming high Tony," she asked.

I smiled and said, "Nope, they just caught me leering is all."

She looked over and patted my hand, "Okay, will do."

I turned around, if for no other reason that to hide my excitement, and watched the delivery in the mirror.

 

[DeepBlue89]

"Look, I'm not saying that you're doing something bad." Karen began saying as I finished my beer. The only girls were giggling, most likely taking in how uncomfortable I looked. Meanwhile, Karen leaned forward and said "Come on, you should live a little. Stop acting like you're a mother or something already."

"Ugh, it's not that Karen." I answered back simply, about to continue talking when a waitress came over with some more drinks.

"Oh, I'm sorry we didn't order that..." I began to say softly until the waitress shook her head.

"Don't worry about it, they were bought by that nice man over there." she responded, pointing towards the large man standing by the bar. Karen nearly bursted out laughing, before nudging me on the shoulder. I smiled nervously, not knowing quite what to do, before I waved and nodded my head as if to say thanks. Karen was about to drink from a glass, before I said in a hushed voice "Karen! What are you doing? What if they're spiked or drugged or..."

"Oh my god Caroline, lighten up." Samantha, a friend of ours said before she took a drink as well. "We know this bar well enough to know that the man didn't spike the drink in front of them."

"I know, why don't we leave some room for her and the stranger to talk?"

"Don't you fucking dare..."

"My god, don't be like that Caroline. But you know what? I dare you. I dare you that you can't act like a normal woman our age with that man."

Karen always knew how to push my buttons, or at the very least manipulate me into doing something incredibly stupid. But you know what? It worked. I caved in under the pressure and before I knew it, Karen had my wedding ring for the evening and left me out there to the wolves. I had second thoughts...

"Wait no, please - "

But they didn't budge.

So just like that, Karen and the others left the booth with me sitting there, almost blushing from embarrassment. I didn't know it at the time, but Karen was pulling a little prank on me; having already made plans with the girls to go to a nightclub later that evening. Of course, they would stay at the bar for a little while before heading off, having decided to take a booth a couple of feet down from us - out of view, but not out of mind. But before doing so, Karen made sure to drop by near the man and said:

"Hey, I saw you checking out my friend earlier and thought that I could make some room for you. You're welcome!"

Had I known what she had just said, I'd have just left right then.

 

[a_libertine]

I was watching through the mirror as tits and her friends were frantically talking about something. Lip reading is not my thing, so I had no idea what the were talking about. They were gesticulating wildly and then I could not believe it when Carol or Cathy, or whoever took her ring off and handed it to her friend. I ordered another beer and missed the friend come over until she said, Hey, I saw you checking out my friend earlier and thought that I could make some room for you. You're welcome!"

The shock had to be evident as she sauntered off. I looked over at the booth and saw the object of my lust sitting there, her boobs resting on the table. "Fuck me," I muttered.

Grabbing my beer I walked over, forcing my eyes to her eyes. I slid into the booth next to her and smiled with my lopsided smile, "Hi, I am Tony, Tony Moore. Let me buy you another drink."

 

[DeepBlue89]

I waited there for a while, wondering on whether I should have just left upstairs or stay here to see if Karen would come to her senses. It must have been a sight for the stranger, sitting me sit there with cleavage from my blouse; my huge breasts practically resting on top of the table. I didn't even notice that there was a man standing over the booth, until I felt as if I was being watched. I turned to see the man, with his piercing blue eyes, staring at me with a smile. I smiled back and made room for him to slid in next to me, as he began to say:

"Hi, I am Tony, Tony Moore. Let me buy you another drink."

I won't lie, I was extremely nervous but I think I hid it well.

"Hi Tony, I'm Caroline." I replied, extending my hand towards him. I tried to be as nonchalant as I could, with a warm smile on my face. I thought about getting a drink and contemplated telling him that I had enough for tonight.

...

But I wasn't about to be rude and decline.

"I mean, if you're buying." I added with a nervous chuckle "Can I have another light beer?"

 

[a_libertine]

I took her hand in mine and shook it a second and the back of my hand almost brushed against her massive left tit. It was so close I could almost feel the fabric of her blouse, and my cock stirred appropriately.

Looking at her was like looking at two of the 8K mountain peaks in front of me. Pikes Peak certainly paled in comparison.

"Absolutely," I said and waived Jess down to order a drink. "How about a shot too."

Not waiting for an answer I ordered a light beer for Caroline and two hot damn, which were made with whiskey, rum, vodka, and orange juice.

I turned toward her, my thigh bumped against hers as I asked,
"Tell me Caroline, what brings you out on such a nasty night like this?"

 

[DeepBlue89]

Why did Karen do this? I was a married woman, drinking with a man who was definitely interested in me. I wasn't born yesterday; watching his gaze, I could tell that he was infatuated. Of course, there was also the fact that he came in pretty close next to me - practically scooting me over to the corner of the booth. Being so close, he could definitely smell the faint smell of my vanilla scented perfume and any movement of his hand threatened to brush up against my massive breasts, straining the fabrics of my green blouse to its very limits. I had to wonder whether he was doing that on purpose...

"I don't know about a shot..."

I don't think he heard me, or if he did he simply didn't take care. In a moment's time, he called over the waitress again and ordered a light beers and two shots that I've never tried before once in my life. For a second there, I freaked out knowing that I hated strong liquor...until I realized that I could just decline whenever he'd expect me to drink it. I fell into that trap of procrastinating out of saying no, but I sincerely told myself that this was about to change.

It wasn't.

Tony brought me back into reality when his thigh bumped against mine, his feet touching against mine now as he asked "Tell me Caroline, what brings you out on such a nasty night like this?"

"Well, it's just that husband and I live in this building, so it's really not that awful...for me, anyway." I replied to this man with a laugh, wondering on whether mentioning my husband could cause him to lose interest quick. I thought to myself that it would; after all, what sleazy guy would continue to ogle a married woman right? Well, I wasn't about to make it awkward, so I continued quickly with "My friends wanted a night out so I joined them. What about you? I can't imagine it was easy getting here."

 

[a_libertine]

Her nervous laugh did nothing but steel both my resolve to have this woman, and the cock with which I planned to fuck her into submission. "Oh, it isn't so bad yet, the trick will be getting home for most of these people, I bet," I replied.

The shots arrived and I pushed one to Caroline and raised mine up, "To new friends."

I saw her hesitate a moment and said, "Go ahead, tastes like a Spivey orange juice."

As the shot glass rose I took the opportunity to look her over again, and found that I really enjoyed the view. If I had not been resolved to steal her from her husband prior to sitting next to her, as the liquid flowed down her throat, there was no doubt left.

She was mine.

"Good girl," I encouraged warmly. "That was good wasn't it?"

 

[DeepBlue89]

"To new friends."
"To new friends!"​

I said those three words as I raised my light beer, although Tony took notice and gave a slight look of disapproval. Obviously, from the gaze that he was giving me, he was hoping for me to take a shot with him. I placed my beer down and hesitantly brought my hand towards the small shot glass, the liquid inside making a reflection to my slightly anxious looking face. The well-built man comforted me, telling me to go ahead and drink it.

There I held the shot glass and with the pressure being placed on me, I decided to go ahead and do it. I nervously glanced at Tony's blue eyes, then to my drink.

"Well, here goes..."

...​

"Good girl," he encouraged, watching as I drank from the shot glass "That was good wasn't it?"

"Mm!" I said with sight discomfort, fanning my face with my hands while I felt the slight burn going down my throat. Feeling the warmth of the strong liquor (or at least, strong in comparison to the light beer than I occasionally drank) going back up to my nostrils, I placed the shot glass down. I winced, before I laughed.

"That was...something." I replied with humor, tasting afterwards the orange taste in my mouth. At the very least, he wasn't lying about the flavor. "Just a tad bit stronger than what I'm used to though. God, I'm such a wuss."

 

[a_libertine]

Gorgeous and gets drunk easily? My God could this be any better?

I waived Jess down and ordered another round of shots for us. "Give it another try, soon it will be nectar."

I glanced around the bar and saw that it was turning into a pretty good night as far as the number of people, and quality of women. The best of which was with me.

Her friends sat a couple table a away and glanced our way every now and then. Turning back to Caroline I asked, "Do your friends not like your husband?

 

[DeepBlue89]

"Give it another try, soon it will be nectar."
"Oh, I don't know - I'm not much of a drinker..."​

I really couldn't give a straight forward no. If it was something too crazy, I'd probably muster enough courage to decline...but most often, when someone wanted me to do something, it was not crazy enough that I felt that it was easy to decline. I don't know how else to explain it; I suppose that Kenny was right and I needed to learn this.

I just wish it wasn't with someone who obviously wanted me to get a bit more tipsy.

Tony looked over to the distance and saw that Karen and the others were in a couple of booths away, giggling and laughing about something. It wasn't clear what it was about, but it wasn't about us - although Karen did give that impression by glancing out of her seat every so often to check up on us. Either way, the obvious question came up on whether Karen and the others liked my husband or not. I had to admit, sometimes I did wonder about that, but deep down I knew the real reason why Karen was being so insistent.

I shook my head.

"No, it's not that they don't like my husband." I began to say, brushing some of my long dirty blond hair away from my face. "It's just that she thinks that I should get out more and be more adventurous. I'm sorry that she dragged you into this, I hope she didn't make you uncomfortable or anything."

 

[a_libertine]

I smiled at her warmly and replied, "When a man sees one of the greatest beauties in the world, isn't he compelled to say hi?"

I hoisted my drink and toasted in the direction of her friend, and continued, "She saved me a little creativity in getting your attention by sending me over."

Turning back to Caroline, I held her warm gaze with mine. My God wash she pretty. And submissive? Yes sir and ma'am, she most certainly appeared to be. I wondered if her husband used her properly? I hadn't had a chance to them in bed, that particular set of curtains never seemed to move.

Besides, I hoped he didn't so that when I did it would change her world view.

 

[DeepBlue89]

"She saved me a little creativity in getting your attention by sending me over."

So, he was planning on hitting on me. I guess that much was obvious; still, the way that he said it so close to me, I figured that he didn't exactly change his mind after hearing that I was married. I laughed it off while Karen and the others seemed to be having a blast without me. I stared back at Tony, his blue eyes watching me intensely. While I didn't want to shoot him down (I don't think I had the courage to do that to someone directly...), I felt that I needed to end this night early; especially if I wanted to take another shot from the glass that I left on the table. I thought that my prayers were answered when I saw Karen and the others get up and on their way over, said:

"Oh, we were going to head out to the night club now. Caroline, do you want to come with us?"

That was it. That was my moment out of here.

But I didn't want to offend Tony...

"I...I don't know - "

I hoped that Karen would understand my personality by now and helped me out. Instead, she seemed uncaring and if I understood her, with that slightly mischievous smile on her face, she wanted to teach me a lesson. What it was, I had no idea.

"Well, you two can keep chatting! See you!"

And just like that, they were off.

I chuckled nervously to Tony, who was sitting close to me. "Isn't she weird?" I said to break the few seconds of silence, before adjusting myself on the seat. The tables were just so close to the seats, that someone with a bust my size, seemed to have two options; one, either rest them on the table or two, have them pressed against it. Ugh, this is why I hated bars.

"So, out of curiosity, how exactly would you have gotten my attention earlier?" I asked, figuring that I should probably add something to what Tony mentioned.

 

[a_libertine]

I laughed warmly, "Fortunately We will never know how brilliant or horrid the plan would have been. "

Part of me wondered how far I could push Caroline tonight? Could I get a hug? A kiss? Or even grope those glorious 8K's on her chest? It did not matter really, in time I would.

I watched as her friends paraded out the door into the heavy snow. It was going to be a miserable night out. I glanced at Caroline and shrugged, "Of all the nights to out dancing."

Whipping out a smile, "Do you dance?"

 

[DeepBlue89]

"Fortunately We will never know how brilliant or horrid the plan would have been. "

Was I curious? Maybe. But in the end, I guess that it didn't really matter what the plan was. I wanted to ask more about it and it even slipped out "Now I'm curious" with some laughter. In the back of my mind, I suppose that I was having a bit of innocent fun. I hoped that Tony here wasn't expecting anything more than that, otherwise he'd be pretty disappointed - so would Karen, the drama seeking airhead.

When he asked me on whether I danced, I quickly shook my head as I laughed. "Oh god no, I'm an awful dancer."

 

[a_libertine]

As it happens I am a decent dancer. The relationship between dance and sex is not only obvious, but, I think dancing with someone is a good indicator of sex. At least how your bodies fit together.

I pushed her second shot over to Caroline and said, "Drink up."

It took a little less time for this shot to go down than the first one and I praised, "Good girl."

We chatted lightly for a few minutes as the alcohol circulated through her system. In that time I considered whether to ask her to dance during a fast paced song, to see her 8K's move or wait for a slower son so I could hold her. The DJ settled it for me and began a slow song,.

Sliding out of the booth and held a hand out to Caroline, "Dance with me."

 

[DeepBlue89]

"Drink up."
"Do I have to...?​

I said that, as if protesting, but I'm not sure if it looked that way to Tony. After all, after I said those words I found myself grabbing the shot glass and bringing it to my lips. Once more, I felt the harsh burning sensation of hard liquor going down my delicate throat. Tony seemed happy, at the very least, praising me for that small effort. I guess that somehow made it easier, or at the very least, more enjoyable.

We chatted for a bit as we sat, the alcohol having an odd calming effect. I found myself more easygoing and less anxious - although I'd be lying if I told you that I was as cool as a cucumber. Nevertheless, within a few moments time I saw Tony glancing back out, eyeing the DJ before asking me to go dance with him.

"But I'm such a bad dancer!" I said with a chuckle, watching as the man extending his hand towards mine. Although a bit hesitantly, I took it - encasing his larger hand with my thin, smaller hand. Our skin touched and I felt myself being pulled out of the booth with him, my chest pressed up against his.

 

[a_libertine]

Glorious was the only word that came to mind as her tiny hand finally rested in mine. That definition would soon be changed. We weaved our way to the small dance floor, if a 10'x10' area truly qualifies as a dance floor. As her tits pressed against my chest, glorious was redefined.

I put my right hand low on her hip, any higher and K8.1 would have been resting on my arm. My left hand took hers and we swayed rhythmically to the music for a song.

As the second slow song began I asked, "Care to bet if I can interlock my fingers behind your back? If I lose no more shots. If I win, I get a kiss at the end of the evening.

 

[DeepBlue89]

There was something about slow songs that felt so intimate.

I mean...I guess that much is obvious. Any woman that says that she doesn't find slow songs the slightest bit romantic, or intimate at the very least, are lying...in my opinion. Anyway, so I found myself pressed up against Tony, who was staring down at me with the most intense stare ever. He keep me on my toes, so to speak, with his hand on my hip. We swayed a bit to the music and I even found myself resting my head on his strong shoulder for a little while; the alcohol making me feel a bit too relaxed for my own liking.

"Care to bet if I can interlock my fingers behind your back? If I lose no more shots. If I win, I get a kiss at the end of the evening." he boldly said as I moved my head away, a bit shocked at the sudden wager. Now, I'm a married woman and a loyal one at that, but I felt myself in a position where I needed to say yes. Not that I was scared of him...but more along the lines of where I felt a similar pressure as before. That, and I was a bit curious myself.

"Okay...go ahead."

 

[a_libertine]

Damn. Challenge accepted.

I dropped my left hand down to her hip and then slowly pushed them toward the middle of her back, pulling her closer bit by bit. My pinky fingers were on the top of the swell that defined her ass, my thumbs just below her bra strap, that had to be six inches wide. Her tits pressed against against my chest and bulged out in every direction.

Moving my callused hands as slowly as I was made the whole experience incredibly intimate. We were looking into each other's eyes and for me the universe and time shrank to a bubble that was no bigger than her and I pressed together. I brought my hands up, propping the two mountain peaks on my arms as my hands slid together.

From chest to knee our bodies were flush, as I could feel her tits against me, surely she felt my hard cock pressing against her.

I barely recognized my voice, need and desire making in several decibels lower than its natural baritone as I breathed out. "I win."

 

[DeepBlue89]

I didn't know what to say, or what to do when he began to bring his hand behind my back. Instead I found myself silent, just staring at him with a slight shock to my face just as be began to pull me in close. I was so pressed up against him, that I thought that my breasts would have popped a button or two from my blouse! Well, that said, I looked up the entire time in an almost amazement from this whole ordeal. His arms got around me, pulling me in closer - almost possessive of me - before I felt a bulge press against my thigh. I obviously gasped the sensation but chose to ignore it.

With a husky voice, he utter out two words:

"I win."

I had to clear my voice a little, having been caught up in the moment myself. I chuckled, trying to ease the situation before I playfully swatted his chest with my hand. "Okay, that was too easy..." I began to say, as if the wager didn't count...but I knew that if he pressed the subject, that I'd give in anyway...

So, I thought of something else.

While I chose to ignore it for a little while, I knew that Tony kept stealing glances from my cleavage. I wasn't born yesterday, so I knew that it was because he couldn't help but admire the size of each heft, heavy tit. So, I chuckled at myself, wondering on whether this would fluster him into dropping the whole ordeal or not but...

"No, seriously. That was too easy for you! Double or nothing?" I asked before I continued "I bet you that you can't stop yourself from staring at my chest at least once before the end of this dance. If I win...no more shots and no more kiss. If you win then I uh..." I began to think, wondering just what Karen would do in a situation like this. In this half-tipsy state, I kind of felt a little jealous of my friend, who was always so adventurous..

So adventurous that she'd probably say.. Hm..

"If you win, then I let you open my blouse a bit to see more of them!"

 

[a_libertine]

Holy cow, I was going to see cleavage!

I leaned forward wrapping my arms tight around Caroline, much like earlier. This time instead of locking my fingers together I rested them on that space that was neither back or ass but a little of both. My mouth was next to her ear, my lips fluttered against them as I whispered, "Deal."

I did not raise back up, but held her flush against me, my cock getting rubbed by her as we swayed slowly with the music. "I think when you unbutton your blouse that I should get to do it. Maybe a button for each time you say no to a shot, or that you can't or shouldn't. "

I nibbled lightly on the fatty part of her ear using my tongue to caress around the hole for her earring before moving on. When I felt her squirm, I pulled her tighter, letting her feel every inch of my excitement.

"I love the smell of your perfume, the way you dance and how you feel next to me."

It felt like Caroline started folding into me and I nipped at her neck lightly, a bruise that disappeared as quickly as it appeared. "Maybe You should let me kiss on you more, lips, ears, neck, and top of the breasts as I expose them."

By then my breath was coming in short heated pants, and I felt the precum starting to soak my boxers.

 

[DeepBlue89]

Ooooh...
​

He was doing that on purpose right? There was no way that he was moving his mouth so close to my ear by accident...

Okay, so I danced with Tony, my body moving with the slow melody. I didn't say anything at first, thinking to myself that I'd just catch the man looking down at my shirt soon. Unfortunately, the man had a lot more willpower than I thought; looking at me right in the eyes, the blue sparkle to his iris sending me to a slight daze. That sparkle also showed the slight reflection back at me, my own gaze.

A gaze of a regretful woman.

I was feeling a slight twinge of regret after all - I came up with this wager. Worst of all, I found myself actually wanting to lose.

..

"I think when you unbutton your blouse that I should get to do it. Maybe a button for each time you say no to a shot, or that you can't or shouldn't. "

"Maybe you should..."
..
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I couldn't even believe myself, answering Tony like that. Right when I began to feel like I was going to gather the courage to say no, his mouth went to my ear lobe. My body tensed up and wiggled, though his strong arms held me in place. I actually felt a dampness between my legs, an excitement with my heart feeling as if it'd sink in my chest. I was technically cheating on my husband.

"Tony...I don't think ..."

"I love the smell of your perfume, the way you dance and how you feel next to me."

"Tony..."​

I don't think either one of us were listening to my protest.

I started giving in, falling into that trap that somehow this wasn't my fault. I actually leaned into Tony at one point, only to stumble a bit in place when I felt his mouth nip at my next. A deep sigh of contentment came out of me, a slight gasp - a pleading one too, when I felt the soft bite on my soft delicate skin.

"Maybe You should let me kiss on you more, lips, ears, neck, and top of the breasts as I expose them."

"Yes..." I answered back with a slight, needy whimper.

 

[a_libertine]

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. She was agreeing to everything, including letting me kiss on her titties! If I were half the age I was, surely I would have cum in my jeans by now.

As it was I nibbled on her ear, and let a hand trail down her back and I caressed her plump ass. If any woman was ever born to have kids, this one was her. Wide hips plump ads, surprisingly flat stomach and the two 8K's stuck to her. If toy size was any indication of milk production, Caroline would be able to feed an army.

I licked and kissed my way back to her earlobe and huskily whispered, "I love the taste of you." I nipped at the fatty part as the song ended and a fast paced song started up. I looked into her green eyes and saw what I took for a burning desire that had to match my own.

I took her hand in mine and lead her to the booth and signalled Jess along the way for another round. We settled in place and almost immediately the shots and beers showed up. I handed one to Caroline and said, "Hold it for a second."

I reached over and unbuttoned the top button of her blouse. I looked at her, nodded, and gently ordered, "Drink now."

 

[DeepBlue89]

I stood there, my body squirming against the rough and strong surface of Tony's chest, feeling the slight brush of his hand, caressing the curve of my plump ass. Part of me wanting to ask him to go ahead and squeeze it, but even in this half delirious state of excitement I was in, I knew that it would be inexcusable. In fact, this whole situation was and here I was, unable to pull myself away from it!

Oooh, there he came again.

A lick and a kiss, leading up from my neck to my earlobe. With a husky whisper, he told me that he loved the taste of me; words that made my legs shake with excitement. I kept telling myself to tell him that was enough...but these thoughts were easily overpowered by the excitement I felt from him nipping on my earlobe. I just stared at him, almost afraid as I saw the burning desire within his bright blue eyes.

With a rush, when the song was over, he brought me over to the booth - as if he was afraid that these doubts would surface and make me leave him at the bar. Jess, the waitress, quickly came with some drinks and gave me a sly smile. I would have read more into it, but I quickly found a glass in my hand. Tony motioned me to drink but quickly interrupted me by saying:

"Hold it for a second."

His hand went over to the top of my blouse, unbuttoning a single button and ordered me:

"Drink now."

Submissively, I nodded and said "Okay...you're the boss." before I took the shotglass and poured the familiar burning liquid down my throat.