They had been there for about half an hour when she walked in. She was simply gorgeous, and so sexy that they each began to get hard immediately. She was with a man and the two of them sat down at the end of the bar and ignored the two dozen men scattered around the bar to watch the game tonight. All four of them tried to ignore her but they kept stealing glances at her every minute or so. She was just too hot to ignore.
"I'll drink to her!" The four friends had a tradition where they drank a shot of Tequila to any team who scored, and apparently Eric Bakers thought that she had scored.
"Come on, guys, she is married." Jack Kramer rebuked his three friends in spite of the fact that he was staring at her, too. Kenny Roth, Jack's best friend for years, pointed that out.
"Don't give me that shit, Jack. When you look at her, and you look at her a lot, there is fucking in your eyes." Jack almost glared at his friend for a couple of seconds, and then grinned widely. Eric laughed out loud.
"Busted!" The fourth man sitting the table added to the conversation.
"Yeah, but look at her. She is so fine I'd do her right here on the table." Jerry Smathers had a look of longing so obvious that the other three almost felt sorry for him. Instead, they all laughed again, this time loud enough for the woman to look over at them with a slight smile on her face. Then she turned back to what was probably her husband and said something in his ear, and the four friends all had their shots.
Jack looked at her for several seconds, thinking that she was probably the hottest woman he had seen in years. She looked to be in her mid-thirties with long dark hair. She was probably about six inches more than five feet, too tall to be considered petite, yet small enough to be tempting to a man who liked his women small. She was slender but with boobs big enough to be quite distracting. Her hard and very large nipples were stretching the soft material of her tight beige sweater, giving most men and several women something to stare at. Her eyes almost sparkled, and her teasing expression seemed to be a permanent fixture on her beautiful face. Her slender waist and tight ass was emphasized by her short leather skirt, and her legs were encased in light brown stockings that matched her leather skirt.
In short, she was smoking hot!
Jack kept trying to concentrate on the football game, but Kenny was right -- Jack kept sneaking glances at her. And to make things more exciting, she kept glancing back at him. Or at least, he wanted to think she was glancing at him. Finally, after several minutes of teasing the four friends, she stood and slowly walked over to their table.
"Hi, my name is Brandi, and my husband doesn't dance. Would any of you men care to dance with me?" There was silence as all four of them just froze in place without a sound. The TVs were offering their barely audible commentary and the speakers were playing some easy-listening music. There was no other sound in the room except for the excited breathing of the four friends. After a couple seconds of near silence, Brandi reached out her hand and grabbed Eric's hand.
"You look like you can dance." And she pulled him out of his chair. Jack groaned, wondering why he hadn't made his move, and he gave his friend a very envious glance. Then he looked up and saw that the woman was almost staring at him. He thought he saw a longing expression in her eyes but he wasn't sure if that was his own imagination or not. He watched as Eric and Brandi walked a few feet away to the area that was always cleared for the people who came here to dance.
The bar was like an old English pub, or at least what Jack envisioned an old English pub looked like. It was long and about half as wide. As you entered, the entire left side was a bar, with stools in front of it and a huge mirror on the wall behind it. The bar itself was made of some dark wood with the surface covered in what looked like copper. Along the right side were a number of small tables. The walls and ceiling were all dark wood that seemed to be polished. And at the back of the room was an area cleared for dancing. There were six televisions spread around the room at eye level, but no one was watching the TVs at the moment. We were all watching the dancing couple.
As soon as Brandi reached the dance floor, she wrapped her arms around Eric's neck and pulled him into a kiss. It was a long and passionate kiss. Jack watched as she pulled Eric close and pressed her boobs against his chest. Then she began to gyrate her hips, pressing against what was certainly Eric's very hard dick. Eric had a relationship with an attractive woman that was one of those on and off relationships, but at this moment Jack was convinced the relationship was off for the evening.
Eric proved that he was indeed a good dancer, and the two of them were instantly engaged in some very dirty dancing. He had inserted his right leg between her legs and she was grinding her pussy against his thigh. Her sexy movements resulted in her leather skirt riding higher and higher up her ass. In less than a minute, all the men in the pub could see that Brandi was wearing a tiny black thong that left her ass cheeks totally exposed. Jack heard Kenny moan and couldn't keep himself from doing the same. Then he leaned back in his chair and relaxed, watching the sexy show with the game forgotten.
Suddenly, Jack remembered Brandi's husband, and he quickly turned to see how the man was reacting to the very sensuous dancing. He was surprised to see the man grinning with lust. Fuck, the man is getting off on his wife's sexy moves with another man! Jack's silent comment couldn't stop him from grinning, and he turned back to watch his friend dance with the very sexy Brandi.
By this time, Brandi's hands had grabbed Eric's ass cheeks and were holding them tight. Eric had one hand at the small of her back and one hand glued to her right boob. He was squeezing and massaging that breast while he used his other hand to guide her in some really good dance moves. Jack glanced at his two friends still at the table with him and he saw an expression that he was sure was also on his face -- anger that they hadn't responded to her invitation to dance.
Jack heard Jerry groan loudly. He looked at his friend and saw his hand subtly stroking his cock through his jeans. Jack remembered that he had decided against his usual jeans for tonight, and he had worn instead some dress pants in a wool blend. The soft wool blend offered less control and he realized that his cock was growing down his right leg. He reached down and tried to subtly rearrange his cock but it was too late. Eight inches of hard cock was just too much to move without putting on a show.
A couple minutes later, Brandi led Eric back to the table. Both were breathing hard and Eric's boner was obvious. But Jack wasn't interested in his friend's boner, Jack was staring at Brandi's tits. Her nipples were large and hard from earlier, but now they had grown to something like the end of his thumb. Brandi's nipples were easily the largest nipples he had ever seen, and his jaw immediately ached from his desire to pinch them and twist them and suck them. Jack was staring so hard he didn't realize that Brandi was talking to him.
"I said, someone looks like he needs a lapdance." She nudged his knee to get his attention while looking down at his obvious boner. He gave her a lopsided grin.
