It's summer and the weather is gorgeousβnot too humid, just the right temperature. We decide to head out to a bar for some drinks, to relax. Lately we've been talking about how hot it would be for us to pick someone up at a bar and we've left that idea open for tonight, deciding to see what happens.
You're wearing black slacks and a crisp, open collared white shirt. I'm wearing a form-fitting black halter dressβwhen I move a certain way, you catch quick glimpses of my breasts and you can see my hard nipples through the clingy material. As we get out of the car to head into the bar, you place your hand on my ass and can feel that I'm not wearing any underwear, which instantly makes your cock stiffen in your pants.
We enter the bar, which is loud, music pounding. You guide me to the bar where we order drinks and then head back to the dance floor. We're both keeping our eyes open for potential candidates to our little game, sweeping the crowd for promising prospects. As we walk, I feel you pause for an instant and I know you've spied someone interesting. You lean into my ear and whisper to me to look to the left, on the dance floor, where a white woman and a Black man are dancing closely together. She's grinding her ass into him as he holds tightly to her ample hips and you can feel the music flowing through their bodies. I grab your hand and maneuver us near them and we begin to dance ourselves, feeling the rhythm in our bodies.
We study the couple, now that we're closer, to see what they're like. The man is not quite as tall as you, an inch or two shorter, with a slighter build. His head is shaved and he has a beard and glasses. The woman is brunette and older. Her breasts are generous and you can see her large nipples through her sheer shirt as she dances. Her ass is what really captivates you, though, large and round with thick thighs and ample hips that her tight jeans showcase nicely. You eye her appreciatively and then notice that the man is watching you. You give him a slight nod and he gives you a look that indicates he's noticed and appreciates me, too.
We dance a bit longer and when the song ends, the man indicates to his woman that he's going to the men's room. You give me a look and follow him, so I know you're going to see what you can arrange. In the meantime, the woman and I head to the bar, where we begin to chat. As we talk, she leans in closely to me, touching my arm frequently to make her points. I can feel her eyes on me, looking down my dress and I flush with excitement.