This is another in the continuing adventures of Dylan James, Hollywood stuntman and stud. You don't need to read part 1 of Another Bet to understand what happens, but it will help. Dylan's adventures started out with the "One For The Road" series. Please check all his adventures out. Thanks for the interest and support. And please remember to vote. All emails are welcome.
Dylan walked back inside Bergin's and located Birthday Girl at the other end of the bar sitting with the thin guy who had been with Anne earlier. The bar was still crowded at 12:30 AM, but many of Birthday Girl's party seemed to have left or drifted off to other places in the bar.
Dylan ordered a pint of Bass from Charlie, the bartender, and headed for the restroom to cleanup. He had used Kleenex from Anne's car to clean-up a little, but he was still sweaty and his cock was covered with Anne's and his cum from their fuck-a-thon on the hood of her car. He had bet with Tony, his good friend about which one of them could get two certain married women's phone numbers first, and then use that entrance as a way to seduce those women in a week. Dylan had not even gotten Anne's phone number, but he had fucked her stupid within an hour of meeting her right here. Tony was going to be so pissed off in the morning when Dylan showed him Anne's panties that he had collected as proof of winning the bet.
Dylan washed his face and ran his hand thru his messed up black hair. He grinned to himself in the bathroom mirror as he thought back in amazement at how he had seduced Anne right on that neighborhood street and fucked her three times on the hood of her car. God that had been exciting to fuck in plain sight like that! The fear of being caught had just made him harder and more determined to give her the fuck of her life. He was sure that he had managed that fact because of how exhausted she was from the pounding and end to end orgasms that he had given her. She had been barely able to drive home.
He took a wet paper towel and washed the scum off his still sizable prick. The thought of trying to fuck Birthday Girl was what was keeping him from going home. He had to be on the set tomorrow at 7:30 AM, but the body that was concealed in that backless little black dress just looked like more fun. Anne had told him as they walked toward her car that Birthday Girl thought he looked like a good lay, so he was going to try and make that come true for her.
He checked himself in the mirror once more, straightened his clothes and went out to the bar. He picked up his beer and crossed around to where Birthday Girl was seated. She was faced away from him, but he had a great look at how sexy her dress was. It was completely backless, cut in a deep V that came to a point just above the crack of her ass. There were deep cut vents on each side of the dress that showed revealing looks of the sides of her good sized breasts and threaten to show her nipples with any movement that she made. Her hair was long and blond and put up in a French twist. Her skin was a golden tanned color and looked to be very silk smooth to the touch. As he came up on the side of her, he could see that the hem of her short dress had ridden up on her golden thighs revealing a pair of killer legs. All in all, Birthday Girl was a very lovely woman, and the way she was dressed tonight made her smoking hot.
"Excuse me, I don't mean to interrupt your conversation. I just wanted to wish you a Happy Birthday."
She turned toward him and as soon as she saw him her eyes grew wide in astonishment.
"I thought you left with Anne."
"I just walked her to her car."
"You have been gone a long time." She said coyly.
"We had a few things to ... "discuss."
"How did that discussion go?"
"Let's just say, she seemed to really enjoy the exchange, and seemed satisfied with the outcome."
Birthday Girl laughed and smiled at him, "I bet she did. I'll call tomorrow and find out how much you "talked" about."
"I think that she will say that is was wide ranging and very in depth."
She laughed and extended her hand, "My name is Erin."
Dylan took her hand, "I only knew you as Birthday Girl, so I am glad to know you indeed have a name. Mine's Dylan."
"This is my very good friend Dominic, who is keeping me company on the last drink of the night." Erin indicated the tall, thin guy next to her. Both men nodded at each other.
"Erin, I have to go. Got to be at work early tomorrow. You okay to get home?"
"Yeah, thanks Dom. I am fine." Dom kissed Erin a light kiss good-night, and walked toward the front of the bar. Erin patted his empty seat, inviting Dylan to sit down.
"So you and Anne got along fine?"
"Yeah. She is a great woman, but she is very married."
"Hasn't stopped her yet."
"It didn't this time either."
"OH! So you scored with her already?"
"I'll let you ask her that. A real gentleman doesn't discuss that stuff."
"I can't wait to make that call."
"Well, let me ask you something? Are you married?"
"Would it make any difference?"
"Not to me."
"Let's just say that I am involved."
"Where is Mr. Lucky tonight?"
"Well, 'HE' won't be lucky tonight, but you will be if you are nice." Dylan felt his prick lurch down his pant leg. This situation was heating up real fast.
"You are kinda of fast aren't you?"
"You don't seem to be much of a wallflower yourself," said Erin. She placed her hand on his upper thigh, right on top of his 9 inch monster, and squeezed. Dylan's prick lurched against the pressure of her hand. Erin's face showed surprise at first, and then a large smile came on her face. She leaned forward, lightly kissed him on the cheek and whispered in his ear. "I want to suck you prick right now." Erin got up from her bar stool and moved toward the back of the restaurant. There was an archway that separated the darkened dining area from the bar. She stopped in the archway and looked back over her shoulder at Dylan. She smiled and then nodded for him to follow her. With that she disappeared into the darkness of the room.
Dylan looked quickly around the bar and saw that no one had noticed her little show. He slowly got up and walked toward the archway and through. As he entered the darkened room, two hands grabbed him and forced him against the wall. A warm body pressed itself against him and two hot lips covered his mouth in a scorching kiss. Erin forced her tongue deep into his mouth searching for his tongue. Dylan relaxed against the wall, while Erin's hands were busy undoing his jeans. She undid his pants and pulled his zipper down. She reached her hands into his underwear and released his engorged prick from its hiding place. He could hear her intake of surprise as his large, thick manhood sprang out of its hiding place.
"Man, you are packing! Anne took all of this little beauty?"
"Everywhere I could put it."
"Boy is she going to be sore tomorrow." She continued to stroke his prick and give him little butterfly kisses as she worked her hands up and down it length.
"Wife?" She asked.
"No."
"Girlfriend?"
"No."
"Boyfriend?"