Tara was a neighbour of mine. A pretty little thing who looked like your normal secretarial type. Very cool, calm and collected most of the time but every now and again she had a VERY dirty mouth on her. Hinting at what pleasures awaited the right man...or men...if they could only get her to drop her guard.
I had a lot of time for her and filled several enjoyable hours a month flirting with her. The little brunette had told me herself that she had a strong sexual drive and that her husband didn't. She had told me that her husband was the only man ever to see her naked and that she did everything to please him in the bedroom but he just wasn't interested.
He himself had told me he liked nothing better than for her to leave him alone. That if she badgered him for sex that he "Rolled on...fucked her...then rolled off." What a jerk! Didn't he realise how lucky a man he was having a wife that was prepared to do ...anything...in bed!
Boy! I thought. What an asshole...and what an incredible waste of a great piece of pussy!
Several times I had tried in vain to seduce her. The most I had achieved was a Xmas kiss. In the clinch I had let my hand wander over her lithe body. No resistance was given as I had run my hand over her T-shirt clad breast. I thought I was home and dry. I had gently squeezed her small tit through the flimsy material and Tara had moaned into my mouth as I teased her nipple. I thought the petite 32-year-old mother of two was finally mine.
As soon as I had tried to push my luck and go for gold she blew me out. My hand had wandered to her pussy mound and when she didn't try to stop my stroking I thought it was finally my day to bed the beauty . Perhaps I had tried for too much too soon but it was just so tempting. I had worked my hand underneath the shirt and was heading north towards those unprotected tits.
"John! No!" and the cock tease had spun on her heels and fled my house.
Other times she would flirt outrageously...but only when no one else was around. Especially my wife. Tara had let me squeeze her ass and encouraged me to tell her my fantasies. But now she had shut me down. She was cold towards me. Cock tease!
It was obvious why. I had told her to put out or stop the teasing. No more wiggling that superb ass. No more telling me she wasn't getting laid enough. I could only take so much. She was playing with fire. I had warned her of the consequences.
So the horny little bitch had changed her attention to an easier target. David. He was eighteen years old and seemed to love the little brunette laughing at his jokes and playing to his ego. She looked like a prim and proper housewife until she opened that deliciously dirty mouth of hers and whispered her sexy little sentences. Long dark hair scraped back into a ponytail and a small pair of glasses to frame her gorgeous face. Yup...one horny lady.
I worked behind the bar at the local pub where Tara came every Wednesday night for the quiz. I had high hopes that alcohol would be her downfall but she sipped Pepsi every single time. But not tonight. For some reason tonight she was drinking Black Russian cocktails. A strong mixture of Vodka, Tia Maria and coke.
She sat next to David and her quiz team were in a little alcove gathered closely round the brass-topped table. She was on about her fifth drink and was decidedly woozy. As they discussed possible answers I saw the young man slowly caress the thigh of the prick teaser. I was behind the bar and had a great view but the people around her were totally unaware. The lights were dipped and I watched in disbelief as Tara slowly leant back and spread her thighs. David hesitantly moved his hand over her jeans zip...
"Go on, go on..." I silently urged as he thought about unzipping her.
David gently rubbed the mound of her pussy through the denim material.
"Now...unbutton those jeans, get your hands on the goods" I willed him on silently.
This continued until closing time. David would rub her thigh and then...nothing!
The quiz ended and the crowd went home.
I watched through the window as Tara tottered off in one direction and David in another. She had been there for the taking tonight and he had been too stupid or inexperienced to see it.
My best mate Lee had been my sounding board for many a plan. Between us we had cooked up many a plot to relieve Tara of her underwear. Whilst not as blatantly flirtatious with Lee she still took enjoyment from winding him up with sexy chitchat. I thought that this time I could persuade him to help me fuck the hot little bitch.
I had told him over the phone what Tara had been up to and he came to my house to hear me out.
"What's the plan?" he enquired.
"Well this time next Wednesday she has a man by the side of her...not a boy."
"Me?" He asked.
"Yup. You let your fingers do some exploring but don't be a prick like David. Unzip the bitch and get inside her panties."
"She'll never go for it. Not with her friends sat at the same table."
"Tara didn't stop David. In fact she spread 'em for him" I answered.
"Plus I'm the barman. Her drinks will have TWICE the amount of spirits in it she expects."
"But she might just say no...she hasn't let you go very far with her before has she?"
"No." I admitted. "But there is a camera behind the bar. Just been installed and most people don't even notice it yet. High definition. Three grands worth. If you can get some action going on just ease the table away from her a little. If she's captured on film she isn't going to want hubby to see her getting felt up. Not with the little bitch not complaining No one can really see what's going on but it will all be in glorious Technicolor."
"Blackmail you mean?"
"Or rape." I replied.
Lee seemed stunned.
"Rape?" You aren't serious are you?
"We'll have to see how far we get with her willingly but I'm not letting her leave the pub till I've had her. The little bitch can't be allowed to get away with all these mind games. She's driving me crazy! I swear to God if I don't get inside that brunette soon I'll end up just throwing her onto the bar and taking her in front of the customers!"
"Okay..." Lee mused. "Count me in. I can't wait to get me a piece of that ass."
QUIZ NIGHT.
Lee had ensconced himself by the side of Tara who, as usual was flirting with him. It was only 9PM but the tease had already downed 5 Black Russians. She thought that was ten measures of spirits. It was in fact twenty. Johnny boy behind the bar had been very heavy handed with the bottles. The booze was kicking in and she seemed tipsy already.
I had checked the CCTV camera that was meant to be scanning the bar for trouble. It was homed in on Tara and Lee as planned.
By 10:30 PM Tara was fairly wasted. She had consumed over half a bottle of Tia Maria and another half of my imported strong Russian Vodka.
Lee winked at me and moved his hand onto her thigh. Whilst holding a conversation with someone else on the table he began exploring.
Tonight the little brunette wore tracksuit bottoms not jeans. The thin material allowed Lee to stroke her leg and thigh. Tara's eyes seemed to widen as he moved his hand over her pussy mound. As with David she leant back and spread open. The booze had loosened her up nice and easy.
Lee was not David however. He was a different animal all together. More experienced and more of a predator. He didn't back off as the youngster had.
Instead he nonchalantly tried to finger her through the thin material. Tara, in her drunken state was in no position to object. Indeed, when Lee's hand moved under the waistband of her joggers she guided his right hand to the spot. Tara knew his actions were hidden from her friends by the cloth on the large table.
Lee moved his hand slowly and gently over her mound. He wasn't going to rush this pleasure. Gently he pushed the material of her panties to one side. Slowly he inserted his digit into her wetness.
I saw Tara struggling to keep her composure as Lee leisurely increased the tempo of his finger fucking. Tara was starting to respond with little gasps and groans.
I signalled to Lee with a finger across the throat. People were starting to look at the bitch as she gently moaned. People might notice and that wasn't part of the plan. She wasn't to be shared...not tonight anyhow.
It was 11PM and the quiz had ended.
And the winners were!
Well Lee and me if we played our cards right.
I approached the table they were sitting at.
"Sorry folks...time to drink up and go home."
