The Flooring Man part 2 Tim
Debbie's Adventure part 2
This is a continuation of part 1. It isn't necessary to read part one to understand this story. But it might make a little more sense.
There is a part 3 in the works and a part 4 planned.
"Hello."
"It's me Barb." Debbie said.
"Hi, Deb, how did the kitchen turn out for you?"
"Very nice, I'm so happy with it. And meeting Frank was great. I could have killed you, telling some guy that I enjoy sucking cock, but I'm glad you told him. I made that poor man suffer for three days before I took care of him. I was more turned on with him than I have ever been with Todd."
"WELL, what did you end up doing then?"
"After teasing him those couple days I was extremely aroused. We were in the living room the last day of the job. I was getting ready to pay him and he pulled me close, kissed me, rubbed my nipples and as soon as he touched my pussy I melted. I had to actually pull myself away to keep from letting him fuck me. He started kissing me again and he ended up fucking me. It wasn't totally consensual at first. But once he got it started it was fabulous. I've never been so turned on. But that's not why I called. Todd's going camping on Friday for three days. Do you want to go "shopping?"
"Sorry Deb, I've got a date. I can meet up with you on Saturday night, though. How's that sound?"
"Sure, I'll go solo Friday, but give me a call sometime Saturday about the evening. bye bye."
Friday came and Debbie hurried home from work to get showered and ready for her evening.
She got dressed in her "look at me outfit ". A tiny denim mini skirt, a low cut tank top, no bra, her little white panties and leather sandals. She was kind of glad Barb wasn't going tonight. This gave her more opportunities. If she saw a guy she liked, there would be no concerns about what the other girl would do.
She started thinking about Frank on her way into town. She had enjoyed the fucking he had given her. It was so different than Todd. Frank had been very rough with her, he actually forced her.
Debbie parked her car in the parking lot and walked to the door of the bar. There was a large man at the entrance checking I.D.
"Hello miss, could I see some ID?" The doorman asked.
"Oh, aren't you such a flirt." Debbie gave the doorman a big smile for that.
She had just made her way to the bar and someone called out to her. "Mrs. Kramer."
Startled, she turned and saw Tim coming her way. How could she miss him, a 6'6" tall man? He towered over everyone else in the bar.
"I saw you when you came in the door. How are you doing? Is Mr. Kramer here with you or is Barbie with you? You really look nice, very nice."
"First of all young man, you're never to call me Mrs. Kramer, it makes me feel old. Secondly, I'm doing quite well. No, my husband or Barbie are not with me. And lastly, thank you for the nice compliment; you've made me feel like a young woman again."
"I'm sorry for calling you that, Debbie. Can I buy you a drink?" This woman is such a fox. What a fucking nice body.
"I'll have a screwdriver, thank you." Debbie responded. Tim is such a handsome young man.
"Deb, let's grab a booth. Do you like to dance?"
"I love to dance, slow and fast, how about you?"
"I don't fast dance. I'm too tall and look a little gangly. But if they play a slow dance, we'll hit the floor. Whatda ya think."
"Sounds great."
After chatting a few moments a man walked over to there booth and asked Debbie if she would like to dance.
"Sure, aahhh , do you mind Tim?"
"No, not at all Debbie." Then Tim thought, "Oh shit, this guy is going put the make on her on the dance floor. Now I don't have a chance. This guy's older and she'll surely rather talk with him."
Debbie started dirty dancing with the newcomer. He responded to her, matching her moves. Grinding pelvis', hands on each others bodies. Debbie turned and he tucked in behind her up against her ass. He had hold of her hips matching her sway and slowly moved his hands up towards her breasts. Debbie pushed his hands back down, turned slightly and smiled at him. He slid his hands down her thighs and tried to get them under her skirt. She turned quickly, rotating out of his grasp.
"I don't know you well enough for that quite yet." I don't want to appear too easy.
Debbie looked over at Tim a few times and waved to him. He waved back, knowing his chances with her were diminishing. She saw he was a bit distressed and knew exactly what he was thinking.
"Thanks so much for the dance. I really liked your moves." Debbie gave the newcomer a hug right in front of Tim.
"I liked your moves, too. Would you care to go somewhere a bit quieter?" The man asked.
"Thanks, but I'm here with a friend." Debbie gave Tim a warm smile. Debbie wrapped her arms around the strangers neck and quietly said "Maybe tomorrow night." With that she broke the hug and the newcomer walked away smiling.
Tim asked Debbie, "What did you say to him just now?"
"I told him I enjoyed the dance. Why?"
"It seemed like you had such a nice time dancing with him. That's all."
"Tim, I did have a nice time with him. Come on, there playing a slow song and you promised me a slow dance." She pulled Tim out of the booth and onto the dance floor.
