Fun levels were dangerously low. I manage to convince my dad to watch my son for the night. I run home and get ready for a helluva night. Loaded up on painkillers and whatnot to make the next few hours feel more human than wretched, I gotta be careful to drink only juices!
I go to a place known to have more Caucasian men… what I am seeking tonight is not for faint hearted Asian men. Well, I hate generalizations but then I'm not out to gamble tonight. I want my fun.
I was in a backless velvet top and short flared skirt. As I make my way to the bar I get a number of appreciative glances but ignore them all. I wasn't ready to begin.
I buy straight OJ and sip at it, scanning the place. Time to hunt.
Hmm, not bad a crowd. I tried to decide on blond or brunette. If I'm lucky, one of each! A blond at the bar reminds me of an ex-lover… I catch his eye and we smile. I knock back the rest of my drink and approach him with my empty glass.
"Wanna buy me my next drink?"
"Sure babe"
I slide onto the stool next to him and signal the bartender for another: he is quick to replace my empty glass.
"Are you alone?" I ask him.
"Actually, no… my pals are in the gents right now." Oooh pals. Plural. Am I gonna get lucky tonight? I was seeking two… but how many more can I handle? He is watching me for my reaction and I smile broadly… "Are you guys alone then?"
"Not anymore" he smiles.
Two guys approach and whoa am I in luck or what??? These are gorgeous men.
The guy at the bar tries to introduce me and realises he doesn't have my name.
"I'm Irene" I offered and they introduced themselves as Jack, Zack and Matt.
We spent some time clustered at the bar chatting. Jack and Zack are brothers. Matt was the guy at the bar. Jack and Zack are brunettes with a fair complexion … both in their early thirties and in IT. We spent some time talking shop before I noticed Matt looking out of place. Matt is also in his early thirties but is in banking. He hates computers. Funny how these guys are best friends then, moving to Singapore together from their native America.
Finished a couple more drinks and though the guys goaded me to drink some alcohol, I did not reveal why I could not drink, but only teased that I wanted to be sober for everything that happened that night
I wanted to dance and said so. They couldn't decide who would join me so I pulled Jack and Matt to the dance floor with me. I went wild. The music was good and I let myself go. It was a thrill to be dancing between two men, so close. It wasn't long before their hands started to roam. I held Jack's head as I kissed him… then whispered "Time to let Zack have his turn"
He unwillingly returned to the bar to safeguard our seats and Zack came in quickly to take his place. Lots of shaking, grinding. Plenty of touching, fondling.
I clung on to Matt and kissed him hard. Then I let him go, turned around and did the same to Zack… mmm feels like pretty solid packages they have down there!
Feeling their strong hands on my bare skin was a thrill indeed. No bra in this top and a skimpy thong under the skirt. They were more than pleased to feel my bare buttocks under the skirt.