It started out as just another busy afternoon at the bar. The usual suspects were jammed into a small space, looking to impress anyone of the opposite sex.

I was nursing my drink and perusing my newspaper when I heard a female voice ask, “Excuse me, is this seat taken?” I looked up and wasn’t sure whether to address the impressive chest jiggling under that blouse or the pretty, green-eyed, dark-haired vixen herself.

“No, have a seat,” I said. She slid into the chair, a glint in those green eyes. My cock was already hard. I envied that chair, wishing I were under her sweet cheeks.

“My name is Lisa. Do you live here?” she asked.

“Yes, northwest of town.” My newspaper was now a bar donation, and the small talk wouldn’t last very long.... Leer Más