This is a work of pure fantasy and fiction. Any names, places or events in the story that relate to real life are purely coincidental. Hope you enjoy it!
I am a 23 year old college girl with brown hair, brown eyes but I have always had something that distinguished me from other girls and made me stand out since I was 10 and that is my big boobs and luscious lips and I always dressed in a way to emphasis them. Whenever I went out I got a lot of attention and liked it.
My girlfriends and I have been going to a bar for quite a while and every time we went I flirted with the bartender who worked there, Brad. Brad was a tall guy with broad shoulders and a body that seemed like it belonged to a Greek god and he had a light chocolate skin with a dazzling smile. The flirting continued every night we went there and for the most parts it was harmless and fun.
One night, after 3 or 4 months of our ongoing game, I felt a blazing fire inside of me urging me to make a move, to release this need that has been growing ever since I started fantasizing about his huge dark hands on my ivory skin. That night I wore a red dress that hugged my body and accentuated my assets and yet left enough space for the imagination.
From the moment we entered I felt his eyes undressing me and his gaze filled with desire left a tingle over my skin as it traveled all over my body. As I came closer to the bar his eyes grew hungrier and knowing that it was all because of me made knees feel a bit weak. "How can I help you?" he asked, I leaned over the bar and murmured as my lips gently touched his ear "Fuck me!" he grinned and said "thought you'd never ask".