Last Friday night, 08/30/02, Marla and I were looking for something different to do. So we went to a /bi/lez/gay bar in Danbury CT. We were told that itās an even crowd of guys and girls there on Friday nights. Marla said, āItād be nice to meet a nice bi girl there wouldnāt it?ā I said, āSure would Hunā, with my ear-to-ear smile.
We got there a little too early, and yes there is such a thing, especially at this bar. The girls hadnāt gotten there yet. Well there were two playing pool but youād be hard pressed to call them girls, they were trying their best to be as butch as possible. They were playing pool, and pretty good players too.
This bar has two basic sides to it, one side looks like a regular mom and pop kind of bar, pool table, dart machine and a friendly bar tender. It looked like it could be in Anytown, USA.
The other side is pretty dark with another bar and a dance floor, DJ, disco ball and a small scale light show. So we sat down on the regular bar side, cause the other side was empty. We ordered a drink and just talked about things. Iād say we stuck out like a sore thumb sitting there. I looked just a little too well dressed for the place and Marla had on a short faded jean skirt with a aqua halter top sportingā her killer tan.
And yes, donāt fret fans, this time she did have panties on. It was a very skimpy sheer (see thru) white thong that showed all at the slightest leg crossing. And the stools were high enough so that everyone else knew she was wearing a thong too. So we drank a few drinks.
When some more people started milling in we went to the other side of the bar. The girls started flowing too. Iād say most of them were either coupled up with another girl or kind of butchy. Butchy does nothing for either of us, at all.
Marlaās eyes did see a nice girl. The girl walked over. And a hopeful conversation started but moments later she was introducing the girl that had come up behind and startled her as girlfriend.
After a few glasses of wine later, four to be exact, Marlaās sexuality started kicking into overdrive. She started to get very touchy feely with me. She started stroking my crotch at the bar. My hard on was obvious thru my pants and she stroked it in plain sight. My hand went up her skirt and exposed her barely covered ass.
What was pretty odd was that while I looked around to see if anyone was looking my eyes met a few women looking at Marlaās ass and a few guys looking at what Marla's hand was squeezing, surely an upside down place. But there was something fun about it too.
Around 11:30 she asked if we could escape to our car for some sex. It was starting to get to be a little too much for her. She just watched two pretty good-looking women tongue kiss for a long while and that got her that much more turned on.
She said her plan was to attack me in the car suck and fuck my brains out. I happily nodded my head to those plans. I paid the check and got going.
We got into the car but there were people milling around the area and it was very well lit as well. The front of the place is actually in the back and the back of the place has a lingerie store in front of it and that fronts the road. Confusing? Iām sure, unless youāve been there.