Consensual Barstool Event

24 Temmuz 2022 0 Yazar: sexhikayeleri

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I was on vacation in the Big Easy. I meandered into a crowded watering hole in the French Quarter, and planted my round bum on the sole vacant barstool in the joint. I gently gestured to the bartender who was busy preparing a slew of mixed drinks. She nodded and mouthed, “One minute.” I smiled again, adjusted my bra strap, and nodded back. Five minutes later, I ordered a hurricane and opened a tab. The room buzzed with light laughter and chitchat. I watched a smoke plume travel toward the bandstand and land on the bass player’s long skillful fingers. I bobbed my head to the musicians’ soothing soulful jazz bahis siteleri melodies, took a sip of my pineapple charged drink, and noticed a beautiful, brown-skinned woman walking in my direction. She was a gorgeous black woman: about 5’9” with huge bulbous breasts, a small waist, and ample hips. Adorned in a low-cut blouse and a short mini skirt, she reminded me of me except her breasts were a little smaller than mine. We locked eyes and my pussy throbbed. As she approached, her lips parted, “How are you doing tonight?” I smiled, “I’m alright. How are you?” “I’m gonna be better now.” She leaned in and canlı bahis siteleri placed her order with the bartender, “Kettle One neat.” “Oh yeah? The vodka is gonna make everything alright?” I asked. “That and other things,” she said. I could feel my nipples hardening. She put her hand on my bare thigh and introduced herself. “I’m Deenie. Nice to meet you and you are…” “I’m Tahari. It’s nice to meet you too. Are you from here or are you visiting?” I asked. “No, just here on business.” Deenie grabbed her drink, took a sip, and lightly pulled on her insanely short pleated skirt. The crowd seemed canlı bahis to be triple the size it was when I initially walked in, and the sound was almost deafening. There was nowhere to move and no empty barstools. So, Deenie stood beside me the entire night and we engaged in a visual conversation of sultry smiles and other things. Every time Deenie reached for her drink, she exposed herself a little more. I adjusted and parted my legs a bit but, not too much because I was wearing a skirt. Deenie was facing me, and somehow, her crotch ended up on my thigh, an accidental move so I thought. I felt the soft cotton of her thong brushing against me. She threw back the last corner of her drink, leaned close to my ear, and whispered, “I’ll be right back.” There must have been a line for the restroom because Deenie returned twenty minutes later.