I saw the Rumpus Room bar out of the corner of my eye as I drove home. I'd passed it a hundred times back and forth to work but had never stopped. It was a seedy local bar--we used to call it the Rum & Pus in my drinking days--but I wanted a beer and maybe a game of pool to help me unwind from the day.
Inside the air was cool, but it had the sour smell of spilled beer and too many cigarettes. My kind of place. I grabbed a stool at the bar and signaled the bartender. Her bleached blonde hair glowed blue in the neon light of the beer sign behind the bar. Somehow she had stuffed about 200 pounds into an ancient costume from a defunct Playboy Club. She laid down a napkin and looked at me expecting an order.
"Bud," I said. I wasn't in a great mood and the less said the better. She waddled off to the cooler for my beer. I threw 2 bucks on the bar for her return. The bar was deserted except for me and a couple of chubby bar girls over in a dark corner. I couldn't make them out too well in the dim light and soon ignored them.
I'm not big on country music, but the drawled sad song playing on the juke box seemed to fit my mood. I hunched over the bar and stared into my drink.
I felt her soft hands on my shoulders gently but firmly squeezing out the day's tension. She pushed her large cushy tits into my back. I came in to be alone, but the light smell of her perfume and womanhood made me forget why. Every problem I had in the world seemed to melt away under her practiced massage.
"You're really stiff!" she said, giving me a little shake. I looked over my shoulder at her, wondering how she could see the awakening hard-on she had aroused. Realizing what she had said she laughed. "I meant your shoulders."
She was a big woman like the bartender. In fact, all the women working in the bar were large. She was much prettier and younger, though, probably in her early 20's. Her carefully styled natural blonde hair contrasted sharply with the teased dry tangle of the bartender.
"I'm Carol."
"Rick. Nice to meet you," I said wishing I had a better way with words.
"Do you want to go over in the corner?" she said pointing to the darkest part of the club. "We would be more comfortable."
As we approached the dark corner, the two bar girls stood up without really looking at us and moved to a booth. I sat on the long vinyl bench. Carol stood in front of me between my legs. I reached up, put my hands on her hips and really looked at her for the first time.
She dressed better than the other bar girls who looked more like aging strippers or hookers. Her red blouse was unbuttoned almost to her navel revealing a sheer red bra. The bra offered some support, but barely any cover for her enormous breasts, leaving half of her pink pebbly areolae exposed at the top. She wore a black mini-skirt that carefully followed her ample curves without being stretched out of shape. She put her hands on mine as I still held her hips and used them to hike her skirt up a few inches. Red panties completed the outfit, so sheer that even the light blonde hair of her pussy showed through the fabric. As my eyes took in her magnificent full figure, I saw her smiling, obviously pleased with the effect she had on me.
She kneeled on the bench, straddling my legs, and pushed those huge melons in my face. I could barely breathe. When I could, I deeply inhaled her intoxicating aroma. Carol leaned back and popped both breasts out of her skimpy bra. Supporting them from underneath, she ran her thumbs over her swelling nipples. I tried to lean forward and capture one of those luscious nipples for myself, but she kept them just out of reach. When she had teased me enough, she put one hand on the seat back behind me, held one of her tits firmly and leaned toward me until I had the nipple in my eager mouth. I sucked on it greedily while Carol looked on.
My cock throbbed and strained in my pants. Carol eased her body down until her pussy touched me. I could feel her hot cunt lips parting for me behind the veil of her panties. I grabbed her round butt and pulled her crotch against my swollen cock as hard as I could. When I relaxed my grip, she slid her juicy snatch the length of my cock, first slowly, then increasingly more rapid. She was obviously as turned on as I was.
I could feel her slit and her puffy lips clearly through my thin jogging pants. I was glad they were black because her pussy soaked the front of my pants with warm juices. I wanted to look down and watch that glorious pussy working back and forth, but she held my face firmly between her sweaty fragrant tits.
