Genie was getting dressed to go out to the local bar with Jim. As usual, she picked her attire based solely on what other women were likely to be at the bar that night. Genie rarely dressed for men. With her curly red hair, pert round breasts, curvy hips and firm thighs, she knew that she could be nude and covered in baby oil dripping down to her neatly shaved patch and glistening there invitingly or in sweats and sneakers. Either way the men would look. No, Genie dressed to impress the other women. She'd found that to be the best way to ensure one or more would flirt with her boyfriend.
Women were caddy and insecure. The best way they knew to make themselves feel better, more attractive and sexier was to snag the attention of another girl's man. No one at the bar they frequented ever had the nerve to outwardly hit on Jim, they were a known 'item', but the subtle, come ons and deviances worked best for Genie's purposes anyway. It worked for Genies secret desire to coyly watch her man get hard while watching another girl.
Unbeknownsted to Jim, the fantasies made her pussy wet and hot, marking her little silk panties. She knew that once this little game of "look at me while your girlfriend's turned around" could get her going. Enough that a little rocking on her bar stool, enough to rub the seam of her jeans against her clit a little brought her near orgasm. She could actually make herself cum this way but didn't if she could help it. She'd rather wait, tease her clit and make it swollen and excited, just on the verge and save it for later. She looked prettier with a wet pussy too. Gave her a glow.
She would tease Jim's cock at the bar too, although he might not know all the thought behind it. She would wait until one of the slutty little girls at the bar flashed him some cleavage and then wait for Jim to check her out. When he thought she wasn't looking of course. Genie would pretend to be distracted by something or someone all the while watching the exchanges.
She'd absent mindedly put a hand on his thigh and casually work it over to his cock checking to see how good of a job the girl was doing at making him hard. When she felt him start to strain a bit against his jeans, she'd help the situation along by running a thumb across his balls. Sometimes if no one was close enough to notice she'd actually grab onto his prick and massage a little.
"I'm ready to go, sweetie" Genie called out to the kitchen where Jim was having a beer and reading the paper, waiting. "How do I look?"
"Fine." Jim would inevitably answer with barely a glance her way.
"My Aunt Martha looks fine when she goes to church on Sunday." She explained, trying to elicit a more enthusiastic response to her new ass-hugging denim.
"Yes, she does." He'd reply, like an idiot.
On the way to the bar, Jim goes down the list of possible guys he'll have to talk to about stupid shit because they've walked over trying to get a closer look at Genie. He knows how guys are and does his best to distract them. The thought of them jerkin it to an image of his girlfriend in that outfit with her nipples so clearly outlined they might as well be plastered, makes his temples ache. He likes that she's hit to show off, but not the consequences. Guys checking her out and asking how her pussy tastes after they've had three shots too many. Why couldn't she just wear her baggy jeans?
"Oh look," Genie coos, "it's crowded tonight. I hope we won't have to stand."
As they walk in a few heads turned, mostly guys and Jim watched Genies nipples harden through her cotton shirt as she found her stool.
They order their usual drinks and talk to the usual suspects. Genie busies herself chatting with an older lady next to her when she notices the brunette with heavy tits and large pouty lips sucking an ice cube right in Jim's line of sight. She was good at it. Pretending she hadn't even noticed him so that he'd feel free to take a good long look at her.
"So then my daughter in law…" Dorothy continues to drone on in Genies ear as Genie nods her head sympathetically. All the while watching Jim in the mirror across the bar. He's talking on and off with a few of the guys who stop over to say hello, but he's watching the brunette bimbo. Staring actually. Although she liked it, she wished he could be a bit more subtle.
After ordering a second round and keeping an eye on the other girl, Genie almost laughs when she starts up again with the ice cube trick. In and out of her lips, she slides it. Sometimes using her fingers to hold it and sometimes not. Finally, she accidentally drops it and it lands with a little spit right on those big fat tits of hers. It's hot in the bar and it starts to melt right away. She has ample cleavage and it rests in there like a little frozen cock. Melting, leaving her chest glistening, and her nipples like baby torpedoes exploding through her excuse for a shirt. Even Genie found herself staring and perhaps noticing this Jim turns to her to say something but she waves him away with a little smile and rolls her eyes in Dorothy direction to let him know she's involved in a lengthy, if not totally interesting conversation. She reaches over and gives Jim a little squeeze as the girl with the ice cube takes her middle finger and dips in between her breasts to retrieve what is now only water. She pulls it out slowly and stares right at Jim, smiling as if she's embarrassed to have been caught doing this.
Genie excuses herself to Dorothy and tells Jim she'll be right back. She's going to visit her friend Kelly across the bar for a minute and use the ladies room. She has a reason or two for doing this. A better view of the growing tension between her man and the bimbo and a chance to give that bimbo a good look at her competition. Nothing like making a girl try a little harder. With any luck she'd be off to the bathroom the readjust her push up bra as soon as she saw Genie sashay across the room.
More turned on than she'd expected to be Genie notices how wet she is as soon as her panties are down in the stall. She can't get the image of that girls tits out of her head and give into the temptation to give her clit a little tap or two. She parts her lips slightly and pushes the tip of her finger in. She pictures Jim out there now, fantasizing over the girl across the bar and how he'd like to bend her over in the stock room and give it to her from behind. She knows he wants to fuck her. She'd felt his cock, hot and hard in his pants. A little closer to cuming than she'd wanted to get, Genie stops herself in time. She wanted to save it all for later when Jim would act out his fantasies on her pussy at home.
While pulling up her panties, she hears the door swing open. She walks over to the sink smirking to herself that the girl had run in to fix herself up sooner than Genie had thought she would. I must look really good, she thinks to herself.
"Hi." Says the bimbo to her as she fixes her makeup in the mirror. Well, thought Genie, I can be polite. She turns to the mirrored wall on the other side of the room and retucks her t-shirt.
"Hi," she replies sweetly, "I'm Genie. I'd don't think I've met you before."
"No," says the bimbo, "I'm Sophia, it's my first time here."
"Great skirt." Genie tells her eyeing the short little mini that didn't come close to covering what were mile high legs in thigh high boots.
"Oh, it's new." Sophia replies. "I have a hard time finding my size because my legs are so long. She looks down at Genie who's a round and supple 5'2". Men like short women, Genie repeats to herself a little less confident now.
"I wish I was petite like you. Just look at these monsters." Sophia pouts running her hands up her legs. Genies watches her completely aghast as she leans against the sink and slides her hands in between her legs to rub her inner thighs.
"Yeah, they're ah, nice." She says at a loss for words. And they were nice. Long and tan and tight.
"You think so?" Sophia smiles at her flirtatiously. Genie's heart is starting to pound too fast and she wishes she'd made herself cum after all because maybe that would have relieved some of the tension building up between her legs at a frightening speed. "That guy you're with, is he your boyfriend?"
"Yes, that's Jim. I'll introduce you." Well that was a stupid idea, Genie thinks as she watches this girl touching herself. Like introducing a lion to a slab of raw meat.
"That's too bad." Sophia pouts again.
"Why's that?" Genie asks not knowing what to think of this woman, or her reaction to her.
"Because I've been watching you and thought maybe you were interested. You seemed to like my little show."
Embarrassed beyond words now she replies, "I thought that show was for Jim."
"Oh, and you didn't try to divert his attention. Do you share him?" she laughs.
