Author's note: This story includes watersports, mud, and food play, and may not appeal to all. Additionally, it features characters getting quite drunk: the reader should assume that consent for the events that take place was pre-negotiated and understood by the characters before the night began. This is the first part of a longer series - other stories in the series will likely get even dirtier. If you have suggestions or comments I'd love to hear them!
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We're an average, inconspicuous couple sitting at the booth in a dingy bar on the outskirts of town. Both mid-30s, I'm tall and muscular, buzz cut with a short beard; she's fat with bright blue eyes, messy long brown hair, and tits that heave noticeably when she walks or laughs. I'm in jeans and a buttoned shirt, she's in a low-cut and short dress, made shorter by her massive ass. A very close observer might have noticed a slight unwashed air about us, but that wouldn't be out of place at this type of bar. The barman certainly didn't notice when he steps up to our booth.
"What'll it be?"
"I think I'll have a Bud... Stacy, how 'bout you?" I say, looking back at my table-mate.
"I'll go with a Bud too, Josh. Thanks," said Stacy first looking back at me then at the barman.
"Anything to eat?"
"Not right now, thanks," I reply. The waiter missed the mischievous flicker in Stacy's eye as he turned away.
The fact was, neither of the us had eaten all day. It was 6pm and both of us were hungry, but knew we'd take care of that before too long. For now we're happy to let the anticipation build.
"You've got it?" says Stacy, looking expectantly at me.
"Yep - room on the first floor, side away from the road."
"Yes, yes, but everything else?"
"Yes, of course" I reply, pausing as the barman deposits two bottles on the table and departs. I take a drink then notice Stacy still looking at me with an eyebrow raised in question. "Yes, plenty of food, a couple cases of beer, and I've scheduled a pizza delivery for 7:30."
"Oooh!" she says, perking up. Stacy had a well known love of pizza. She looks intrigued, but didn't ask for details. And besides I was drinking again. She teases the top of her bottle with two chubby fingers, then lifts it to her mouth and takes a drink. When she's sure I'm looking she not-so-subtly slides her thick, glossy lips down the neck of the bottle.
I love when she does shit like that. It's not subtle, it isn't classy, but it never fails to send blood rushing to my cock.
"Bad girl!" I jokingly admonish her. "What would the barman say?"
"Fuck, he'd probably ask to join in," she says, sounding slightly hopeful.
"Yeah, but if we invited him we'd have to tame it way down," I point out. Then, changing the subject slightly, "how've you been preparing, anyway?"
Stacy giggles, her ample cleavage giving a slight accompanying bounce. "Well, I got fucked yesterday and the day before by two different guys, I'm still wearing the same panties since the first guy, I haven't showered in two days, and I had two beers before I got here." The girl doesn't fuck around when it comes to fun!
"Well damn, looks like I have some catching up to do!". I call over to the barman "Two more, and make mine a boilermaker please!" Our first beers were finished before the barman brought the next round, and I took my shot immediately.
After a third round (another boilermaker for me, just beer for Stacy) we pay the tab and leave. Stacy had been dropped off by a friend and was probably expecting me to drive, but instead I lead her towards the road. "Don't worry, it's not far!"
"Easy enough for you to say you boot-wearing motherfucker!"
She's in chunky heels, but they were still heels, and she could see what she correctly assumed was the motel some ways in the distance. Not a huge distance, but definitely longer than she would like. Plus it's a warm, humid night. Admittedly I'd planned this out, figuring her feet would be killing her by the end of the walk, she'd be sweaty, and that she probably was starting to rapidly feel a very full bladder. Grumbling, she bends down and undoes the buckles of her heels, taking a little more time than absolutely necessary. I assume that's in the hopes that she was giving any bar patrons lucky enough to be looking out the window a thorough view of her expansive ass and panties as her short dress rode up.