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We took our buzzed, sex-coated bodies outside, all the way reliving our erotic deviance through lively giggles and repartee. Bouncing shoulder to shoulder between us, Rachael pointed and laughed at the elephant in the parking lot. “It’s a Winnebago?” “A Minnie Winnie. It was a 25th anniversary gift from my ex, last June.” I loosely explained. “It’s Cute.” Tim chirped. “But not as cute as you two messing around in the corner.” “Cute, huh? What would you say if I told you she played with my tits in the bathroom about 20 minutes ago, and I felt her sexy bush? You think that’s cute you fucking ma… Read more

A skinny young, tipsy-looking girl rushed past us and into the lady’s room, slamming the door. “I think she might really need to piss?” Rachel giggled. “Want to get out of here?” I asked, still in a trance, leaning into her ear as we squeezed through the swarm of clinking bottles. My panties were soaked. “I got a good spot in the parking lot.” “Love to…but I can’t. Waiting for my husband to pick me up. He drives past here from work after four. I Ubered here. Do you think I have a drinking problem? Oh, my god, I’m a drunk and a slut.” She teased a half-joke, leaning her fleshy and warm freckled… Read more

She was plump with a lovely face; sitting alone in the dim, almost creepy corner of the bar right up near an old worn-out dartboard that seemed utterly abandoned; beautiful woman, looked sleepy, maybe even lonely; maybe she was bored with life; her phone was dark and her beer was full and she was just gazing ahead, ignoring life just like me. I sat two stools away; just us hidden in a dimly lit corner among murky wooden walls in an otherwise active tavern, and I watched politely, without staring, as she swallowed her beer like a pro, right from the bottle. Almost like a guy might. Her lips… Read more