I’d just gotten off work and was on my way to meet my husband, Chet, for a drink at our favorite happy-hour spot.

I found him at the far end of the bar. As soon as he ordered me a drink I noticed that the bartender was new.

Her name was Bobbi, and she was thirtysomething, tall, and a true redhead. She wore blue jeans that fit like a glove, and her ass was beautiful. She also had on a short sweater that exposed her belly ring. She really was a fine package. I asked Chet why he hadn’t told me about her before. He said she had only been there a few days.

“Ready for another drink, Debbi?” she asked. I said yes, and when she brought it to me she asked if I wanted to help her pick out some tunes on the jukebox. While we were bent over making our selections, I checked out her ass again. This time the sweater had ridden up and I noticed a large tattoo that disappeared into her jeans.

We were standing real close and our legs were pressed together. I got a little tingle between my thighs when she pressed a little harder. I looked at her and saw that she was looking down my shirt. I pressed back and smiled when we made eye contact.

As we went back to the bar she told me her shift would be over in a short while, and suggested we all three go have a drink somewhere else. I said I would ask Chet, but was sure it would be okay with him.

It was dark when we met in the parking lot. Bobbi asked where we wanted to go. I looked at my husband and he said he was hungry. He wanted to pick up some steaks for dinner and cook them at our house. We could have dinner and drinks there. Bobbi thought it was a great idea. I told Chet that she and I would head for home and get started on the drinks and salad.

As soon as Bobbi and I got into my car, she looked at me and said, “I want you.” As we drove past the mall she began telling me how much she liked me, and that as soon as I’d walked into the bar she’d wanted to get to know me better. Now, all the while she was talking, her hand was resting on my knee. I didn’t push her away. She slowly moved it up until it was resting against my mound. My breathing became more labored as she became bolder. I felt my nipples grow as we drove. I wanted her to reach over and touch one, but the traffic around the mall was heavy. Instead, I put my hand between her legs and pressed my palm firmly into her pussy. “Oh, yes, that feels good. Do we have far to go? I really want to touch you. I want to kiss you all over,” Bobbi murmured in a low sexy voice.

I was so turned on now, I could hardly talk. When we reached the house I opened the front door, and as soon as it closed Bobbi pulled me to her and mashed her full lips to mine. Her tongue slipped into my mouth as she stripped off my shirt. We stumbled into the bedroom, and in a few seconds she was sliding my slacks down, leaving me in my bikini panties and bra. Her hands raced all over my body. I pulled Bobbi’s sweater over her head, unhooked her bra, then fought the button and zipper on her jeans and tugged them down. I ran my tongue around her swollen nipple. I nipped it with my teeth, and she let out a low sound as her fingers combed through my long blonde hair. I put my arms around her and pulled her ass to me. She was in a thong, and the smoothness of her fine ass got me even hotter.

She pulled me from her breast and pressed her lips to mine again, her hot tongue penetrating my mouth, searching for mine. We were both so hot we were sobbing into each other’s mouth. She pulled my ass to her, grinding our twats together. I still had my hands on her ass, and was pulling her as close as I could. We dry-fucked each other as we played tongue tag.

Bobbi pulled her lips from mine and whispered that she had to have me — now! I couldn’t say a word. I just looked her in the eyes and nodded my head. She slipped to her knees, kissing my burning skin as she made her way to her goal. I felt her hot breath blowing through my silk panties and into my little bush. My hands went to the back of her head, letting her know I was ready for whatever she wanted to do.

I stood with my back to the bed. As I sat down she pulled down my panties, exposing my pussy. “Oh shit, your sweet scent is driving me wild,” she said. She spread my knees apart. I was speechless as she lowered her mouth to my waiting pussy. I spread myself open for her. Her tongue lightly touched my outer pussy lips. I heard myself saying, “Oh Bobbi, yes, do me, do me!”

Now her tongue went deeper in, and I raised my ass up off the bed, trying to make her go deeper yet. She got the hint, and began to suck on my swollen pussy with a purpose now. Her hands were under my ass, holding me up as she teased my swollen clit with her wonderful tongue.

I wanted her to get every bit of me. I threw my legs around her waist and dug my heels into her. She pulled my clit between her lips and circled it with her tongue. I let out a shout as I felt that wonderful feeling deep inside of me building up and rushing to my pussy. As my torso rose off of the bed, I cried, “Now, Bobbi, now! I’m coming! Eat me, baby. Yes!”

I was exploding from the inside. My orgasm was so strong, I couldn’t catch my breath. Her lips covered my pussy, taking every drop I was willing to give to her. I have no idea how long she stayed down on me. After what seemed like forever, she pulled herself from me and looked up. I was getting some of my composure back by now, so I let my legs slip from her back and lifted her up to her knees. I took her lovely face in my hands and put my lips to hers. I tasted myself and wanted more, so I slid my tongue into her mouth to see if she’d saved me any.

Her arms wrapped around my waist, holding me as we kissed. The heavy passion that was there earlier was replaced by tenderness. Finally we separated, and she stood and pulled me to my feet. I was expecting an awkward moment, but instead we seemed comfortable with what had just happened between us. I sneaked a peek between her legs, and her thong was soaked. I let my fingers graze her crotch. “I think you might have gotten a little excited while you were doing me,” I said. I swear I think she blushed; when a redhead blushes it shows. I put my fingers to my lips and licked her come from them. I stared straight into her eyes as I licked them clean.

“Bobbi,” I said, “you taste every bit as good as I do. Want to see?” I put my fingers between her legs again, then held them up to her. She didn’t bat an eye. She took my wrist, pulled my fingers into her mouth, and sucked them as if she were sucking a little prick.

Then she said, “You know, Debbi, I think you’re right — I do taste good. Want to go for the real thing?” I squeezed her hip and said, “Thought you’d never ask.” I grabbed two pillows and told her to lie on them. I wanted her really high when I went down on her. She turned to get on the bed, and I pulled the little strings on the side of her thong, letting it fall to the floor. That was when I saw her tattoo for the first time, a large rose. She got on the pillows — and I’d just crawled up between her long legs when I heard my husband drive up.

If we hadn’t been so horny, it probably would have been funny to see us getting dressed and going into the kitchen before he came in. Bobbi was pouring wine and I was putting a salad together when he entered with the steaks. He headed for the bathroom as we began to giggle. When Chet came back into the kitchen he kissed me, then walked over and kissed Bobbi. He looked at us, laughed, and said, “Love your thong, Bobbi, and your panties too, honey.”

Both of us women busted out laughing, but neither missed the bulge in his pants. I said, “Eat first, then hot tub, or the other way around?” Chet thought for a quick minute, then said, “Best we eat first, or we won’t eat at all. Besides, I’d love to hear how you two got to be such good friends.”

Then we all laughed again as I set the table.