Randy settled in at the short end of the bar and ordered a good Irish whiskey. He liked sitting where he could see the whole room. Randy didn't want to miss out on any hot women who may be looking for fun.
He casually scanned the busy hotel bar as the bartender poured his two fingers of Black Barrel neat. His eyes caught her smooth, tone legs at a nearby table almost immediately.
Randy followed those luscious legs with his eyes to where they disappeared into the short green dress. His eyes continued up to take in the body encased in the jade green fabric. His eyes paused at the medium sized tits that were obviously braless. The nipples, even from that distance were obvious. As was the creamy cleavage just above them in the low cut dress.
Pulling his gaze up her chest to her slender neck, highlighted by a tendril of strawberry blonde hair and a long dangling earring on each side.
Looking higher, above a dainty chin he saw a bright red set of kissable, even fuckable lips. Above her sexy mouth he saw a cute little nose and high cheekbones with a smattering of freckles. Then her eyes, as green as her dress, not quite hidden by the ginger bangs, looking straight back into his!
And suddenly the beautiful face was breaking into the most adorable, yet sexy smile. The woman coyly bit her lower lip and her eyes dropped to her legs. When his eyes followed hers she pulled off a perfect Sharon Stone impression, uncrossing and recrossing her legs, and flashing him her bare, bald pussy in the process.
Randy smiled and looked up at her face again, the steamy, almost hopeful look he got prompted him to slide off his stool, drink in hand and make a beeline for her table. He noticed that smile growing as her eyes went to the slightest signs of his already growing hardon.
"Hello, I'm Joe." He lied. "Would you like some company?"
"Lisa." She also lied. "I would love some company." She said happily in a sweet, lilting voice. She offered her hand as Randy/Joe took a seat next to her, taking note of the pile of hair bunched haphazardly on top of her head.
He took the preferred hand, and held it as he leaned in closer to her and said, "I couldn't help but notice that you seem to have forgotten to wear any underwear under your incredibly sexy dress."
"Lisa" smiled and stroked his strong hand with her thumb as she replied, "Oh honey, I didn't FORGET anything!"
"Really? So you purposely came out tonight to show off your beautiful pussy?" He asked.
"Well, I hardly think you could tell if it's beautiful from way over there at the bar, but yes, I love showing off my pussy, It excites me."
"Well, it excites me too. And really, all pussy is beautiful in it's own way, especially excited ones. So if you don't mind me asking, is your pussy wet right now?"
"Joe, I think you know by now that I don't mind you asking. And yes, my pussy is very wet right now."
He placed his other hand over hers and growled in his throat, before replying in a husky voice, "God, the thought of you being wet right now makes my mouth water."
She looked down at the wedding band on his left hand before asking "Really?" Lisa asked with a quivering voice. "So does that mean you like to eat pussy?"
"No," Joe corrected her, "It means that I LOVE eating pussy! Making a beautiful woman cum in my face is one of my all time favorite things to do." He told her with a huge smile.
"I like the sound of that!" She practically whispered. "What are some of your other favorite things to do?"
"Well, I love to fuck a pussy I've just eaten, of course. And I am a big fan of fucking a pretty mouth too." He replied, bringing his hand to cup the side of her face, and run his thumb gently over her lips, her tongue coming out just enough to lick it, and send a strong message that she loved that idea too.
"I see." She replied quietly, as her free hand dropped below the table. "Just so you know, my pussy is gushing now." He took notice of the movement of her arm, telling him she was touching herself, right there in the busy bar.
"Really? I would love a taste." Joe told her quietly.
She smiled and brought her hand to his face. In the dim light of the bar he noticed the middle finger shining with moisture, and the ring on the next finger glinting too.
He opened his mouth enough to take in the tasty digit.