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The three hour drive to the city was well worth the end. I was meeting with two of my fellow authors for a drink after two years of talking at each other over the forum boards. We figured we knew each other well enough to know that we weren't going to be axe-murdered (we hoped) and that we'd probably have a hell of a time.
I came into the place, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt; it's what I always wear if I can help it. I was told to wear my Hard Rock Café shirt from Keflavek, Iceland with the knowledge that the odds of two of those being in the same bar would be rare as hell. I was looking for Megan, who was to be in a white top and jeans, and Kate, who would be wearing a skirt and a blue top.
They spotted me standing almost head and shoulders over the rest of the patrons before I saw them and waved me over. A goofy grin that I couldn't get rid of crossed my face and I made it to the table only to be almost tackled by both girls at once.
"Holy shit, you are tall!" Kate said, giggling. I saw by the look of the table that they had started without me.
"And strong," purred Megan, her hands running up and down my back. They each gave me a kiss on the cheek and they broke away, leading me to a seat at their table. I flagged a waitress over and ordered my customary glass of Jack (no water, no ice, and no coke) and a Gin and Tonic with whatever good Gin they had.
"I told you it would be easy to get him drunk," Megan said with a wink. Kate looked at me and wet her lips.
"So, how were your trips?" I asked, still unable to stop smiling. They were both sexier than I figured they'd be, but different than the mental pictures I had of them, no matter how good they described themselves or how many pictures I'd seen. Kate had light brown hair and an angelic face. It was hard to tell what color her eyes were in the dim light of the bar, but she had told me that they are green. Her body matched her face, curvy in all the right places, but concealed neatly in her attractive top and her dark skirt. I couldn't help but notice it left a long expanse of thigh open. Megan, on the other hand, was about 2 inches shorter, probably 5'4", and had a less maintained, but just as sexy body. She'd had some kids and not gotten all of the weight worked back off, but she carried it well and she, too, had a nice set of curves on her. I was interrupted in my ogling by the answer to my question.
"Long, boring," they both said at once, looked at each other and giggled. We made small talk until my drinks arrived. The waitress handed me the Jack and didn't even have the G&T set on the table before I drank the whiskey. I held up the glass and dug 10 bucks out of my back pocket for the drinks and a tip.
"Take it easy there, Tiger," Megan said, watching me wipe the corners of my mouth. "No need to get hammered," she spoke again, almost concerned.
"Don't worry about it, just warming up the liver," I said and wiped my mouth and goatee with a napkin the waitress had given me. They both shook their heads and sighed, mumbling something about "Boys" and we all started talking. Inevitably we started talking about Literotica and the people there. Mostly, however, we talked about the stories.
"What I don't get," I said, taking a short pause to take a drink of my first Guinness for the night, "is how many of these things listed as 'true stories' are so damn unreasonable. Girls with 54DDD chests and people running around in public almost completely naked; what the hell is that? Sure, those girls exist, but not in the other proportions the authors list. And the naked thing? We have cops for a reason, and public nudity is one of them," I said, flourishing my bottle before taking another drink.
"Oh come on, Bran, it's not like you've never been naked in public before. Besides, what about your story about the girl on the way back to college!" Megan said, a little more than tipsy from the beers she'd had.
"That was almost true. Almost. Nothing ever actually happened, though we both wanted it to."
"Yeah, and it's not like you've never been naked in public before, either!" Kate said, taking a handful of popcorn.
"Yeah, I've had sex in a public park, at a lake, under a dock, on a kiddy-slide..." I started to respond.
"A kiddy-slide? You sick bastard!" Megan half-hollered through a laugh, her voice getting lost to the other patrons over the din of the bar.
"Hey," I started, shaking my finger, "I didn't make her cum that much," I said, pausing again to drink the rest of my extra-stout. "Besides, it rained like a bitch that night...it should have been clean by morning when the kids used it."
"Should," Kate said, almost laughing. I shrugged and smiled.
"What else have you done?" Megan asked, waving the waitress over to the table for another round.
"Well, I've had sex while driving a car once or twice, parked car three times, and miles upon miles of road head has been gotten," I recalled, ticking memories off on my fingers. "Oh yeah, almost forgot, I've fingered almost every girlfriend I've had to at least one orgasm in movie theaters."
"Holy shit, right there in the theater?" Megan said, the surprise and the alcohol cracking her voice.
"Mmmm, I love the theater," Kate said, her eyes partially glazing as she strolled through some alcohol-clouded memory. I couldn't help but notice her nipples starting to harden.
"Yep. Theaters are the best place! It's quiet except for the movie, so you have to be quiet, and it's exciting at the same time because she might be cuming around 100 strangers. Besides, you can't tell me you two have never either jerked off a guy or given a guy a blow job in a theater before..."
"Who, me?" Kate asked sheepishly. We hadn't noticed our waitress had arrived, and much to my surprise she wasn't even batting an eye at our conversation. I held up my empty, as did the girls.
"Another each, please," I said softly. The waitress made the short journey to the bar, my eyes glued to her tight ass that had been poured into her jean-shorts. I swear that ass wasn't as good when I got here, and I know those shorts were somehow getting shorter.
"I managed to have sex with my ex-husband on a bus, does that count?" Megan said, watching the waitress walk back with our beers.
"Uh, yeah, I'll have to count that," I said, ogling Megan, imagining her sitting on her husband's lap, her skirt bunched up around her hips and them softly rocking to the motions of the bus. My cock started coming to life in my pants.
"All of those places are dark and have poor visibility, though," Kate said, getting a few dollars out of her purse for the beers. "I mean it's like this place. It's dark, it's not too crowded, but there's people everywhere. It's almost like cheating to start stripping in here," she said and took a swallow of her MGD. "Besides, it's like you said, people don't really get that naked in public."
"You sound upset about that," I said, that goofy-ass smile returning to my face. "What do you think, Megan? Does that sound upset?" Megan nodded, setting her elbows on the table and linking her fingers together so she could rest her chin.
"Definitely. Sounds like our little Kate is into doing thing a little more daring than just giving a guy head in public."
"Kinda what I was thinking," I said. The smile had stretched into a full fledged grin. Kate shifted her gaze between the two of us quickly and we all cracked up.
"Hey now..." Kate said when Megan's and my eyes returned to her. She wet her lips nervously and took a quick swallow of her beer. "What did you two have in mind?" she asked, grinning deviously. I felt a surge go through my body, my dick instantly hard with the thoughts of this little vixen doing all kinds of things right here in the bar. I looked at Kate and her eyes were practically glazed as she drank in Megan's body. I could tell she was thinking almost what I was thinking, and she had flushed with the heat of those thoughts mixing with the alcohol. Kate turned and looked at me.
"What's first, Darkness?" she asked, calling me by my pen-name instead of my real name for the first time.
"Panties," I said, my gaze not breaking from Megan. "Take stand up and take 'em off right here." Megan rolled her eyes.
"That's not very daring," she said and stood up. She hiked her skirt up, not quite over her hips, and reached under the barest amount of fabric that would still be covering her pussy to pull a red lace thong off. She peeled it down her legs, her bare ass brushing against the wall behind her. The thong was stepped out of and sat in the middle of the table. Kate sat back down and held her hands out with her head cocked. "Is that all you two have, I expected more...I really did," she said, taunting us.
"Bra, too, hon. On the table," Megan said, her eyes still drinking in Kate's body. Megan looked at her and blew her a kiss. Megan caught it and rubbed it on her inner thigh, her eyes glazing over a little more and still not leaving Kate's body.
Kate stood up again, and unfastened her bra. She pulled one arm through her shirt and pushed it right back out, then reached into her other sleeve and pulled the bra out. She even went so far as to swing it around her head a few times while humping against the air like a stripper before sitting back down.
Her eyes moved slowly around the room, looking at the various groups of patrons. None of the eyes were flashed back to her in anything beyond a fleeting glance. No one saw this gorgeous woman stripping in the bar, no one cared if they did see it.