Approached In A Bar Part 2
She stood before me in a skirt suit and silk blouse with a sultry look
on her face. Her hands went to the buttons on her jacket, and slowly
unbuttoned them one by one. She never once took her eyes from my face.
I remained where I was sitting on the couch.
She pulled the jacket open as she arched her back. The jacket slid off
her shoulders and to the ground as her chest pushed forward. Hands
reached up to unfasten her bun, and with a slow head shake freed her
long brown hair. The clasp joined her jacket. Not one word was spoken
as she tugged the blouse out of her skirt.
I didn't think she could arch her back any further while standing, but
I was wrong. Arms crossed across to pull the blouse up and off,
exposing the mounds of flesh barely being supported by white satin. She
was already aroused, the mountains capped with hardened pearls. With a
zip, her skirt followed the pattern of her other clothing, falling to
the floor.
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She took a step forward, and I shifted in my seat. Seeing her in only
high heels, bra and panties was making my underwear uncomfortable. Her
fingers traced lightly along her white flesh, exploring her body like a
virgin in the throes of puberty. Palms cupped over her breasts, before
one hand moved down her tummy. She still refused to look away from me
as her hand slid under the edge of her panties. Slowly she bent her
knees a little, spreading her legs. I could see her index finger slide
up and down between them. She bit her lower lip.
It took all of my self-control not to get up and fuck her right there,
but I followed her instructions to stay put. Her other hand was
massaging her left tit through the satin, while she diddled away beneath
her panties. The fabric of her underwear was darkening from her juices.
She kept up for a long while, driving me nuts. I could hear her breath
coming labored as she reached behind her to unclasp her bra.
It didn't fall off her chest, though. Smiling, she stopped fingering
her slit and stepped forward, close enough for me to touch. Knowing my
temptation, she wagged the naughty finger in front of me, the light
playing off the sheen of her natural lubrication. She threw me a bone,
however, and pressed the finger against my lips, then between them. I
licked the tip of that finger, savoring the sweet taste with eyes
closed. Just as quickly, it was gone and she had straightened.
Belatedly, I realized I had missed my chance to peek underneath that
loose pair of satin cups.
My wait wasn't long, because she knelt down in front of me, pushing my
legs apart. Her hands rubbed roughly against my legs moving up from my
knees toward my waist. It was all I could do not to come right then.
Hands moved to the zipper of my slacks, yanking it down. She tugged
hard, and my cock came free of clothing as they were pulled down to
mid-thigh. I guess she didn't mind I lifted my hips to help. Her smile
then was the broadest yet, as I looked down past it toward those
protruding globes. Oh, the agony of just small coverings of fabric.
