Private Conversations

Chapter Two A

Chapter Two A

Bartender

She leans farther across the bar and lays her hand on top of yours. She lets you know that since she’s taking care of your tab she hopes that you will be taking care of her. Upon hearing those words uttered in such a sultry tone, the brunette storms out of the bar in an angry huff. The bartender laughs and invites you to stay while she closes up. Of course you agree. She struts from behind the bar and locks the door after the last customers and employees leave. She lowers the shades over the windows, and the two of you are alone. No one can see what is about to happen.

“I can finish closing up later. I’ve wanted you since you first came in tonight.” She hops back behind the bar, her t**s bouncing the whole time, and sets two shots in front of you.

After she downs her shot, she runs her tongue over her upper lip. You plop your empty glass onto the bar with a clatter that echoes through the small, deserted bar. She puts both shot glasses in the sink and bends over ever so slightly, purposely giving you another quick look down the skin-tight tank top.

“I hope that you like what you see.” She shakes them with a giggle.

She veers out from behind the bar and her tank top rides up slightly more with each step to reveal her bellybutton. Inches below her perfect navel, a black studded belt is holding up tight, low-rise jeans. She notices that you are looking at her with lustful eyes and a partial boner in your pants so she decides to tempt you a little more and runs her fingers along her waistline. Your eyes follow her fire-red nails as they meander across her tanned, tight stomach. Once she approaches you, she stands in silence, seductively sucking on the tip of her pointer finger, red nails blending in with her crimson lipstick.

She’s admiring your bulging biceps, wrapped tightly in your dark blue T-shirt, so you flex. She likes it and smiles from behind her curled fingers. She grips one of your arms.

You look down at her hand on your muscle and she squeezes it as hard as she can. Her pressure is so minimal that you barely feel anything. She’s so delicate compared to your masculine prowess.

“Kiss me,” she whispers as she leans into your exquisite body.

She gently bites your lip just before sliding her tongue into your mouth and pinching your lips between hers. She pushes her body so tightly against yours that you can feel her n*****s pressing against your chest even through clothes. Aromas of vanilla and a fruity lust emanate from her body and turn you on even more. She keeps kissing.

Your lips don’t want hers to stop, but your c**k wants them to wander on down your body to where it is waiting, caged behind your zipper.

“Your lips taste so good, so much better than any other guy’s.”

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Your tongues twist together and occasionally change position from her mouth to yours as the two of you struggle for dominance. She leans back from you and drags your bottom lip out between her teeth before letting it bounce back to your mouth.

“You’re so f*****g hot.” She licks her lips.

“Oh yeah?” You grab her hips in your hands and tug her in close to you. “You’re pretty f*****g hot yourself. What don’t you show me a little more?”

Her hands run along your arms to your neck where they stop for a second before going down your chest to your stomach. A lustful desire radiates from her. She stops at the waist of your pants and slips her fingers inside. The soft skin of her hands and cool tips of her nails caress your body, only inches from your slowly growing p***s. She leans in to kiss you once more. As you kiss, she tugs her hands out from your belt and lets them fall to your side in search of yours. She takes your hands, guides them up to her chest and presses them firmly against her breasts. “Squeeze them. Please.”

You obey and your desire skyrockets. While you squeeze her globes she continues to hold your hands in place, trapping her breasts in your grip. Her n*****s feel like tiny pebbles against the center of your palms. You gaze down at the cleavage pushing up and out of her top. It has been a while since you felt natural t**s that were this firm and lush. Your bodies cling together as your c**k grows even more engorged at the thought of running it between her giant melons. She pushes her hips against yours and wiggles from side to side. You know she can feel your hard c**k pushing against her body, reaching for her p***y.

“I can’t wait to get you inside me,” she whispers, kissing your neck. “Oh God, it’s going to feel so good.” She leans back to see your hips pushed together, hers still grinding from side to side and arousing your hungry c**k even more.

If you stay near the bar, go to Chapter Three A: Bar If you move over to the pool table, go to Chapter Three B: Pool Table Private Conversations

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