Kalasandra slowed her big boat of a car as she approached the sign and neon lights indicating she had reach her destination. Wings Bar and Restaurant was just ahead on her right-hand side. She took a deep breath and put on her turn signal.
Ed said to be there at 10:30 P.M., she was about 10 minutes early so she pulled around to the rear of the parking lot. Parking near the lone light pole, but not so close that she sat in the spot light or that there where many other cars near hers. She needed these few minutes to herself before going in.
She turned on the interior lights so she could give her hair and makeup one last critical look. After touching up her eyeliner she decided that she looked the part he wished her to look for this special occasion. She had dressed in a hunter green suede skirt with a matching blazer, thigh high tan colored suede boots and matching purse completed the outfit. She guessed she looked the part for this country western bar.
Kalasandra turned off the interior light of the car to make the final adjustments to her "outfit," additions he wanted her to make right before entering. Unbuttoning the top couple of buttons on her blazer allowed it to open up enough for her lush breasts to swell forth.
With breasts bared, she reached into her bag and pulled out the set of nipple clamps he'd given her to wear on this night. The small gold clasps gleamed even in the dim light coming into the car from the light pole. She tried convincing herself that it was the cool air that now seemed to be filling the car that had made both dusky rose nipples pearl up into hard little nubs, and not the thought of what all was to come. She quickly attached both clamps, inhaling slightly after each one took hold of one of her nipples, the gold chain that connected the two clamps dangled freely between her large otherwise free breasts. She buttoned the blazer back up, leaving just the very top button undone, so that a generous amount of cleavage is hinted at but not so much that she looked like a street walker.
She inhaled deeply, trying to calm herself a bit before putting the rest of the things in her bag to use, but only succeeding in making her head reel a bit more when her hard nipples brushed innocently against the soft suede of the blazer. Pearly white teeth bite down on her lower lip to contain the string of foul words she was about too utter.
A glance at the dash clock brought more obscene words to mind when she noticed that she now had less than five minutes to finish getting ready and get in there. Kalasandra wasted little time now. Planting her feet wide apart she lifted herself so that her bottom was a couple of inches above the seat. With a quick glance around to make sure that she was still unobserved, she quickly tugged her black lace panties down to her knees. The slim fingers of her left-hand reaching up between her creamy white thighs to gently open her already slightly swollen, slick lips. She used her right hand to grope around in the hand bag till she finally finds it, the size and shape of an egg, the remote operated vibrator. Her fingers tremble slightly as they glide over the cool smooth metal. She can only imagine when he might decide to put this to use.
Taking a steadying breath, she grasped the vibrator and brought it up between her thighs. She was feeling a bit naughty to be doing even just this while parked in a country western bar parking lot. A tingle of anticipation danced along her nerve ends as the hard cold metal came in contact with tender flesh. She shivered as she ran the vibrator along her glistening pussy lips, getting it ready before applying enough pressure for it to slide into her. She was thankful for all the time she had spent doing Kegal exercises, it really came in handy at times.
Kalasandra really did cuss this time when she looked toward the dash clock, 10:29. She pulled the lace panties back up and quickly tugged her skirt back into place. "Here we go." She thought as she opened her door and got out of the car. She leaned in and grabbed her hand bag, tossing her keys inside. The sounds of the country band playing in the bar drifted out over the parking lot to her.
As she reached the door a "cow boy" came stumbling out just as she was about to reach for the handle. He caught himself just in time to keep from running right into her. She had to giggle a little when he suddenly stood up strait and said "Howdy, Mam!" with a shit eating grin on his face. She smiled and thanked him for holding the door open for her.
She stepped into the bar, stopping for a moment to glance around. There where a couple of guys standing around the pool table located about 10 feet in front of her. The seemed to be enjoying the game while teasing each other about who lose and have to buy the next round. To the far left of her was the entrance to what appeared to be the dinning room. A sign above the entrance announced it as "Redneck Ave." Kalasandra turned to her right and moved to the large horse shoe shaped bar. After a moment she moved to the stool he had instructed her to take. Third stool to the right of the service station, where the waitresses came to pick up their drink orders. She wondered briefly why he had specified that she sit in that stool.
Kalasandra smiled warmly at the rather nice looking guy behind the bar that came over to get her drink order. She ordered a strawberry daiquiri as she settled herself on the stool and had a better look around the bar. She had never been here before and felt a little uncomfortable with showing up by herself. The guys playing pool didn't help matters all that much when they started nudging each other and grunting while openly staring at her.
She quickly turned on her stool and looked across the bar, directly into his eyes. A smile spread across her face at the familiar face. She had known Ed would be here, it was part of their game, but still she was happy to see his face among all the strangers. She wanted to get up and move to the empty stool beside him, but that wasn't part of the game. Instead she smiled again at the bar tender when he came back with her drink and slid a five-dollar bill across the bar to him. She watched him walk over to the glowing computerized cash register. She smiled and raised her eye brows a bit as she took in the view of his back side in the well worn tight jeans. "Nice ass." She thought. But it was the saying on the back of his shirt that really got her to giggle, "Get Sauced at Wings!", well she didn't know about getting sauced, but she was sure that she would end up soaked before she left this bar.