"You know how hard it is to get a good fuck in this city?"
She was rubbing her bare leg against mine as we sat side by side at the bar. I knew she was drunk - very drunk - by her provocative conversation. Sex and men, men and women, women and sex.
"You have a girlfriend? A wife maybe?" she asked, putting her manicured hand on mine, feeling where my wedding ring should be.
She giggled and knocked back the rest of her vodka, the third that I'd bought her. Her ample tits jiggled in her tight spaghetti strap dress and I watched her strand of fake pearls nestle into her cleavage.
"No, not me. I'm free and easy," I replied. "A wife wouldn't let me out to meet sexy women like you," I grinned.
I could have taken this girl home with me an hour ago. But what I enjoy most is flirting in public with bimbos who like to flaunt their sexy bodies. Seeing what they'll dare to do in front of other people is always, for me, the best prelude to sex.
"She'd hate the thought of me admiring those pearls, for example," I added, with a wink.
"You like them?" she asked, toying with the pearls that had wedged between her tanned breasts.
"They look great against your skin," I whispered, as I leaned forward and, with a finger, pushed one of her straps down off her shoulder and then ran my finger up her neck.
"You're tickling me!!" she laughed, turning to bite my finger gently. Then the bite turned into a suck, an advertisement, perhaps, of what her tongue and lips could do. The couple sitting opposite us at the bar were watching us with interest, as things heated up.
"Mmmm, that's nice!" I said softly, as I extracted my finger and ran it down her cheek. I kept it going down the other shoulder, leaning across her, and loosened her other strap also. She gave no opposition to the slender thread sliding down, so my finger kept going, caressing the pearls at her neck and, then slowly, those lower down as well.
She threw her head back, showing me the long arch of her neck. I kissed her ear, but my finger kept going down, down. Finally I could feel the soft flesh of her breasts. I coiled the strand of pearls around a finger and, with my other fingertips, gently stroked her breasts through her dress.
"You've got stunning breasts," I whispered, "and nibbling on this ear is kinda fun, too." I think she knew I'd pulled the straps down far enough to almost show her nipples, so she sat upright and turned to me.
"Wouldn't we be more comfortable somewhere else?" she asked, looking down with mild surprise, but not adjusting her dress at all.
"I'd like to show you off a little, if I may," I said.
I often say this to flirtatious women like her; usually, they respond by asking me what I mean. I'd usually say something like, "I think you're exceptionally beautiful and I'd like it if others could appreciate it as well." About half the time, they're fine with it and go along with me. After all, I usually pick slightly 'slutty' women to flirt with; women who were already showing a lot of leg or cleavage.
"Well . . .," she paused a little and bit her lower lip. "Just a little, OK?"
I nibbled her ear again and kissed lower on her neck. My hand returned to her pearls and, this time, moved inside the tight fabric of her dress. No bra, and her nipple was hard as I tweaked it. I stretched the fabric to peek at the curve of her breast and the dark erect nipple.
The barman here knew me well, as this was a regular pick-up joint for bimbos and wannabes. He moved in for a look, making like he was just collecting glasses. "Another drink here?" he asked, smiling.
She opened her eyes and, realizing my hand was inside her dress still, pulled away, slightly alarmed. "Umm, no, not for me," she stammered.
"We'll have two more," I countered. "Thanks, Ian," I winked. "Don't worry about him," I went on. "He's a good friend." My hand went back inside her dress and, this time she made no objection. I also started unzipping the front of her dress.
"Hey!" she said softly, and put her hand on mine. "Naughty!" she giggled.
"C'mon," I said, "It's dark in here and nobody's watching." As I said this I glanced across the bar and saw the other couple still eyeing us closely.
Ian brought our drinks and she picked hers up, emptying her glass with one long swallow. "Well, with that in me, why not?" she giggled and reached for her own zipper. Her slim hand with its painted crimson nails slowly slid the zipper down a tantalizing inch.
"Very nice," I whispered. "That deserves a kiss!" I added, as I planted a juicy one on her lips.
"Can I have another one?" she asked, after I pulled away.
"Sure," I said, and motioned with a nod to her zipper.
Her hand took the zipper and, very slowly, undid another inch and more, as she looked me directly in the eye. Her already low-cut dress was now open nearly to her waist, totally exposing her tits, which jiggled nicely as she wiggled on her seat.
I kissed her again, this time a bit longer. She moaned loudly as her body twisted towards me. Again, I pulled away first and sat up straight, looking her up and down.
"How many more kisses are left in this zipper?" she giggled, running her finger down the front of her dress. The zipper ran all the way to the hem and it was now undone to below her breasts, showing the top of her tanned belly.
"Well, that depends on what you've got underneath it," I winked, grinning.
"You are incredibly wicked!" she giggled, as Ian came back again to get her now empty glass.
I reached towards her zipper once more, imagining she'd stop me. But she didn't. I took the zipper in my fingers and looked her in the eye, smiling.
Zzzzzzziiiiiipppppp.
I pulled down, down, down. As I undid it all the way, I got a look at her lacy string bikini, the front just big enough to cover her neatly trimmed bush, and the back just nicely framed a very luscious ass.
"Well?" she asked, when the dress had come completely apart. It hung on her by the shoulder straps alone and she wriggled her arms free and let the dress float to the floor below.
Ian and several others along with a few couples were now watching her, sitting there in just her platform shoes and a pair of tiny, lacy panties. Her voluptuous hips and ample tits glowed golden in the dim lighting of the bar.
"I think I'd like another drink!" she giggled, pushing her tits out. Ian quickly went off to make them, while I admired her - both for her body and for her courage.
"You look absolutely superb!" I whispered, caressing the velvet skin of one breast as I leaned forward to kiss her. She met my kiss hotly, pressing and twisting her nearly naked body against me.
"Let's go!" she whispered. "I'm so hot and horny I could explode right here!!"
People had stopped their conversations to watch her and Ian soon returned with two more vodkas. "These are on the house," he said; stopping to admire her heavy breasts with their dark, erect nipples.
Again, she picked up her drink and in a single long swallow, it was gone. That made five, or was it six? I'd lost count myself of how much we'd drank.
