The Bar Date (pt2)

At the Bar

The bar pulsed with dim lights and Country Music. In our booth, Nancy's breasts rested
against the table, attracting admiring looks. Two Jack and Cokes in, she laughed freely,
body relaxing.
A slow song began. A fit stranger in his mid-30s, muscular with dark hair and a charming
smile, approached. "May I dance with your beautiful wife?" He asked me. I nodded. "Sure,
Nancy—have fun."
She rose, dress riding up slightly, and joined him on the dance floor. His hands stayed at
her waist initially, but soon one slid up to cup the side of her breast, thumb grazing her
nipple. The other squeezed her ass cheek firmly. Nancy’s conservative brain tells her to
object to his actions, but the alcohol and her excited senses overrode her brain.
She returned flushed, eyes bright. "Joe, he snuck feels of my breasts and butt." Joe
responded "Exciting, right? Your nipples perked up, how'd it make you feel?" "A bit
naughty... but thrilling. I didn't expect that."
Another round hit the table, this time Double Jack and Cokes unbeknownst to her, and
she downed them quickly. Her buzz grew. Another slow song played over the sound system
. The guy returned; he asked again. "One more dance?" Nancy met my gaze, then smiled.
"Alright."

They walked to the dance floor hand in hand, an alcohol induced pep in her steps. They
held each other closer now, her hips rolled seductively against him, belly pressing his front.
His palms grew bolder—one fully palming her breast, fingers tweaking the nipple; the other
kneading her ass, dress hiking to reveal lace garters. She leaned into it, body responding
with subtle arches. I quickly ordered two more Jack and Cokes—double liquor—while they
danced.
The song ended and Nancy returned to the table. Nancy sat, lips glossy, dress
disheveled. "He groped my breast openly this time, pinched my nipple, and his hand
slipped under to touch my bare skin. I feel so wrong, I didn't stop him." I replied, "Sounds
hot. Drink up—these are strong. "She downed them quickly, eyes glazing and her curvy
body tingling with warmth.
A short time passes then a third slow song plays. He returned. "Dance with me again?"
"Yes!" she exclaimed, taking his hand eagerly and leading him to the dance floor.
Fully buzzed, she molded to him, breasts squishing against his chest, ass grinding back.
His hands roamed everywhere—one massaging both breasts, thumbs circling nipples; the
other diving between her thighs, fingers stroking her slick pussy lips, sliding inside her
wetness. She moaned softly, hips bucking into his touch, fully embracing it. He wasn’t the
only one with roaming hands. Nancy gripped his fully erect cock and slowly rubbed it
methodically. Squeezing his balls through his jeans. I couldn’t hold out any longer, I headed
to the restroom to answer natures call, arousal building.