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At the Bar

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At the Bar by Christopher (c.anderson@eques.com)I met this woman on a local chat line here in Boston. After several hot conversations we arranged to meet at a local restaurant. The restaurant is Spanish and serves Sangria by the pitcher. The crowd is mostly European students and the atmosphere is festive. We sat at the bar, drank several glasses of the refreshing beverage and started to get a bit frisky. Trish was wearing a long cotton print wrap-around skirt. Sitting on the bar stool, her calf and knee were protruding from the long slit in the skirt. I nonchalantly placed my hand on her knee without reaction. I took my index finger and began making slow circles with it on the inside of her knee. I then grabbed her knee and uncrossed her legs spreading them slightly. I leaned closer to her and began making a trail with my finger up her inner thigh. As my hand moved slowly up under her dress, her legs instinctively spread wider. Soon my hand reached the top of her inner thigh and I could feel the heat radiating from between her legs. Her eyes opened wide no unlike a dear caught by headlights. Slowly I dragged my finger across the crotch of her silky panties. As I did, I could feel a slight bit of dampness seeping through the material. I stopped directly in the middle of her crotch and pushed my middle finger into the soft material. I could feel her outer and inner lips parting to envelop the tip of my finger. Trish gasped as I dragged my finger directly up her slit until I could feel the tip of her swollen clit through the material. It was very firm and I placed my thumb just underneath it and my index finger on top and gently pinched it between them. By this point it was obvious that Trish was really turned on. My cock was straining through my jeans as looked around the crowded room at all the patrons. I took my index finger and slid it up to the waistband of her panties, hooked it around the elastic and began pulling down. My finger was tracing a trail down her bare skin approaching her clit. Finally, I reached the top of her swollen love button and she shivered uncontrollably. I began to stroke the shaft of her clit with my finger, stopping at the tip. I then slipped my thumb under the waistband and down over her pussy lips. It glided over her slick inner lips and slid easily into her aching hole. I bent my index finger and buried the knuckle of it under her clit where the folds of skin from her inner lips met. As I flicked her clit her hips began to undulate and her eyes closed. She began to make barely audible moans and at that moment I noticed the male bartender glancing over and than quickly away as my eyes met his. As time passed my pace quickened as I circled her clit with my finger and fucked her hungry cunt with my thumb. Trish was beginning to forget where she was and her moans became more audible. I smiled as I saw the two women sitting behind Trish an the stools next to us begin to whisper to each other and glance at us. I could tell that Trish was close to cumming by the way her legs were trembling. So I stopped my attack and removed my hand from under her dress. She shot me a look that could have killed... but I just smiled and placed my thumb in mouth and slowly drew it out sucking all her juices off it... Let me know if your interested in hearing what happened next. I'd also love to here about your experiences. My email address is c.anderson@eques.com I also have a toll free number if you'd like to talk and masturbate with me. Christopher

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