The dude at the bar reminded me of a guy I’d known in college, except his hair was shorter, and the girl, well, I just assumed she was a stripper, this being an afterhours club in Hollywood and all. I sat down at the bar at the empty stool next to him and ordered a Rum‘n’Coke. When the bartender set the drink down, a ten dollar bill magically appeared next to it before I even unzipped my purse. “It’s on me, doll,” the blond man sitting next to me said with a wink.
“Why thank you, honey.”
“You have a got a fantastic belly,” he poked my bare stomach.
“Are you a dancer, too?” the girl asked in a high-pitched, baby doll voice. My sense of perception was always correct.
“My name’s Jasmine.” She shook my hand, her touch all soft skin and long glued on purple nails.
“Oh, no, but thanks for the complement. I’m a writer.”
“Umm, she’s got a hot body and she’s smart, too,” the man moaned. “Hi! I’m Matt. Hope we’re not being too forward.”
“Not at all.” I answered, intrigued. I was due for some fun, and this couple looked like they could provide it.
“It’s too noisy in here. Let’s go to the lounge.” Jasmine said, her voice barely audible above the techno dance music the DJ was spinning.
“Let’s go,” he grabbed my hand. “Let’s go, honey”
I followed them, unable to resist patting his tight ass. His jeans were just about plastered on and I wondered how long it would take to peel them off. Jasmine’s shapely ass was also on display for all to see, in a translucent magenta skirt.
We weaved our way through the packed dance flor to the lounge. Jasmine closed the door behind us. The room was sparse but comfortable, and most important of all after being crammed in a sweaty club dance floor, air-conditioned. We took refuge on a cushy leopard print pit sofa. “May I?” Matt fingered the fringe on my belly shirt, and oh yes he lifted up my top and sucked my nipples “I could tell you had great tits underneath that shirt.”
“Umm” He sucked my tits, devouring me with his greedy mouth.
His attention briefly wandered from my nipples, and over to Jasmine.
“Show me yours.” I ordered Jasmine. This just made Matt suck my tits harder, with the corner of his eye ready to see her topless.
Jasmine unhooked her gold llame bra. Her tits were beautiful, obviously enhanced by a surgeon.
“Oh, yeah.” Matt moaned. “I got a sweet little top and nice round melons. I see you and I have something in common. We like tits.”
I moaned. “Yeah, she’s hot.”
I rubbed his crotch and unzipped his jeans.
“And do you like cock?” Jasmine crawled over to us.
“I adore cock.”
“Then we have something in common.” I guided his cock to her mouth, and she sucked him hard, making him squirm as I nibbled on his ear.
