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I pulled the car into one of the last remaining stalls and pushed the button to shut off the engine. Slowly, the vehicle lights dimmed and eventually turned off as I sat there and watched the nightlife moving all around me. The line up to get inside this particular establishment surprised me. I had anticipated it would be busy, but this was more than I had guessed. No matter, busier was very likely better for an evening like this.

Finally, the moment I had been waiting for since I parked. I spotted her walking down the sidewalk, towards the line. It was unclear where she came from, but what was very clear was that she was here to have a good time this evening. Her modest heels highlighted those tanned legs that seemed to go on forever. My eyes traced their way up to her thighs and were pleased to see the black leather of her skirt, hugging her form just right, and short enough to make you excited everytime she moved. As she walked towards the crowd, it was easy to see more than a few boys eyeing her up. Her thin red top showing off quite a bit of skin, being only just enough to cover her voluptuous breasts, and with a deep plunge that left me questioning if it would even continue to do that all evening long.

Once she, the rest of the crowd, and myself had all made our way inside, I had to discover her once again. Doing so was not too hard, as she was exactly where I expected to discover her; sitting alone at the bar, with a freshly poured drink in front of her. Seeing those legs crossed at the bar only made me appreciate that leather skirt even more than I had outside. I took a seat at the bar a few stools away from her, and did my best not to stare. She glanced at me briefly, but gave me no more attention than she had to anyone else in the room, her eyes scanning back and forth as if searching for someone. I watched as she took a sip of her drink and could not help but notice the way her perfectly shaped lips hovered on the glass, thinking once more how badly I wanted to feel those lips the same way that glass was.

Her gorgeous eyes glanced once more at her phone, clearly checking the time. From there those pools of liquid hazel once again scanned the room. She was clearly waiting for someone that was supposed to have been here by now. Just as I was wondering if he was gonna show, someone made their way over to her. It became clear to me instantly that this kid was way out of his league. If the contrast of the bottle of Bud against the light purple of her gin and tonic wasn’t obvious enough, then the cockiness of his attitude was a clear give away. This was gonna be entertaining to watch.

This kid was probably only 22 years old, but he clearly wondered he had stuck gold. Standing over her, he couldn’t seem to stop looking at her cleavage, tho she didn’t seem to mind. He asked her something, and she pointed to her phone, clearly brushing him off. Not faltering at all, he seemed to double down. I watch as he leaned in and placed his lips next to her ear, clearly whispering something. At the same time, I watched as his hand made contact with her bare thighs and his fingertips traced along her skin. She smiled, pushed his hand away and shook her head. Finally taking the hint, he went back to his friends, clearly disappointed. I adjusted myself slightly in my seat.

Another five minutes passed. She was now onto her second drink, and checking her phone more frequently. Finally, just as she seemed about to call it quits, I watched him walk up to her. She was looking at her phone when he approached. Without hesitation, I watched him place his hand on her exposed shoulder to get her attention. She turned and clearly smiled when she saw him. He moved to sit down, and kissed her on the cheek. His forwardness surprised and excited me, as I’m sure it did her. He ordered a drink and they got right into talking. I was suddenly upset that I was unable to hear what was going on, but she was clearly having a good time.

I watched them for the next little while. Watched as they both ordered a few more drinks. I could tell she was getting a little tipsy. Her smile got larger and her laugh could be heard over the music. At one point he told a joke and as she was laughing she put her hand on his arm noticeably grabbing onto him. It was their first physical contact since he arrived, and I was certain her eyes locked with mine as she did it. From there, it seemed she had broken some kind of unspoken boundary. Her hands started to discover reasons to touch him more and more. Seemingly she wanted to feel his arms, chest, neck and thighs. At one point, she even found an excuse to run her fingers through his hair. And he was not shy about returning the touch. It felt like his hands were all over her. He seemed determined the get his fingers to the edge of her skirt. Watching his firm hands on the soft skin of her thighs drove me wild. He caressed her arms, and touched her face. I was sure I could see her inhale slightly at every touch of his skin.

Another drink down, and I had lost count of how many they were at. They are clearly flirting and a little bit all over each other now. She leaned over and lost her balance a little, he caught her and I watched as his firm hand grazed her breasts through that thin red top. She inhaled in a way that he clearly noticed. Next thing I know, his hands are on her skin and he pulls her in tight. She doesn’t seem to withstand at all as his lips finally make their way to hers. He kisses her deeply and I can see they are both lost in passion for a moment. The exchange lasts for what feels like hours before she finally breaks away and let’s out a breath. She takes a large sip of her drink and then it happens. Her eyes scan the bar once more and land on mine. Locked in place. No mistaking it. Her expression is clearly one of question. I look back across that bar. Looking at the strong muscular bearded man next to her. The one that had just held her in his arms and kissed her so passionately. I can see her hair is a mess and her cheeks are flushed. And now, this questioning look. She loved it. And I love that she did. And at that I give a slight nod, a signal, letting my wife know that I want nothing more than to watch her kiss him again. Seeing it, she grins like a schoolgirl, places her arms around his neck and pulls him back in close. And I adjust myself once more as my wife begins to make out with her tinder date on the other end of the bar.

NSFW: yes

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