Friday night rolls around and we are getting ready to go out. Sarah walks out of the bedroom in nothing but her underwear and a leather jacket I had never seen before. We made eye contact and my hand instinctively started to massage my dick.
Sarah gave me a devious smile and cocked her head to the side, “Sorry boy, as much as I would love to have that cock part the walls of my pussy we’ve got places to go, people to see.” she said. She turned around and walked slowly back into the room, swaying her hips and slapping her ass just before she turned the corner.
We ended up at a dive bar in downtown, posted at the bar counter near the entrance. This bar was known to be a not so great place to hang out unless you were looking for drugs or trouble. To say I was uncomfortable would be a grave understatement, I felt like I was constantly being sized up to gauge whether or not I would be an easy target to rob or fight. Sarah on the other hand walked in there with confidence, looked around as if she owned the place, as if she belonged even though she still looked like she didn’t belong. Sarah was cleaner and more well put together than the rest of the girls here, more expensive looking even.
“Be right back, I’m going to use the bathroom.” Sarah said slightly louder than a normal because of the noise of the crowd.
As she started to make her way down the bar, a male patreon spun around on his stool just as she passed and gave Sarah’s ass a nice slap “Come here to find a real man?!”. You could see her firm ass jiggle through her tight jeans. Sarah did a quick spin and shot the man a seductive look, “I do love being spanked” she said as she twirled back around without missing a step.
Left alone, I was on constant alert in fear of someone might wanting to start something. I kept an eye out for Sarah, I spotted her on the far side of the bar talking to a shady guy in a hood. I was staring at them to try to figure out what was going on, the man looked my way and made eye contact with me. Within a second of eye contact, Sarah gave him a light tap on his cheek, a half hearted slap, to get his attention. She grabbed his wrist and placed his hand on her left breast, smiling and nodding as if giving the guy some reassurance. They quickly shook hands and I could of sworn I saw her palm cash to him.
Sarah made her way back to me, “What was that all about? Why did you let him feel your breasts?!” I asked aggressively.
She gave me a playful look. “What’s the matter, getting jealous are we? Last I checked, this was my body and I can do as I please.” She grabbed both of my hands and placed them on her breasts. “Feel better? Go ahead and fondle them, it makes my pussy tingle.” She said biting her lower lip with a playful grin.
The bartender placed two shots of whiskey on the counter, Sarah grabbed both and pushed one into my chest and threw hers back. I quickly took mine and just as I placed my glass on the table she grabbed me by the color and pulled me in close.
“I’m ready to get railed.” She whispered just biting my ear gently.
She leaned back and pulled me out the door and back the apartment.
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As I followed her through the front door, she let her leather jacket slide off her shoulders and onto the floor. This left her in her jeans and crop top. She grabbed my hand and led me to the couch where she jerked me towards her. Smoothly side stepping, she turned me around just as I was letting the momentum of her tug move me past her. Now facing her, she gave me a sharp push, causing me to fall back onto the couch.
“Fuck, I’m so horny.” she cried out.
She stood over me, closed her eyes and lifted her chin. She raised her right arm and placed her hand behind her head, moving her hair out of her face. This caused her crop top to rise over her breasts, just stopping below the nipple.
“Someone’s happy for a reason I don’t know.” I said half excited and half confused.
“You have no idea. I’m going to ride you so fucking hard tonight.”
(To be continued…)