"NO, Steve, You can't, were in the men's bathroom for cripes sake!"
"I don't care, I can't take this anymore!"
"Allen and your girlfriend are out there waiting, we can't, we..."
He was in me, pushing deep, shoving me up against the stall wall of the bars restroom. I was moaning for everything I had, and didn't care who heard me.
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Steve was my husband's best friend. And the charismatic charm he had, would be my downfall. I knew this ever since the day I met him at the company Christmas party in New Orleans.
My husband was transferred to this district, and we moved south from the southwest. He had trained with Steve and a few of the other guys for a month, and then he and Steve worked together in the central part of the district.
I had gotten to know him a bit at first, but that night of the party, and after when we all went out to party on Bourbon Street, set the wheels in motion.
I had been drinking since we arrived in New Orleans that after noon, and it just continued through dinner and into the night, and we danced, we all danced, I danced with him, Allen danced with her, we had a good time.
The months passed, we had dinner parties, super bowl parties, drinking parties, you name it. The three of us would meet for lunch because they were working together, and I just wanted to get out and be with Allen.
I didn't mind Steve's company. He was fun, always something naughty to say, and he just had that thing about him I loved in my men, which was my downfall.
Steve was only a few years older than me, where Allen was ten, and we all liked the same things, music, cars, bikes, the three of us clicked.
Once, I heard him asking Allen if he would share me, I was impressed by both Allen telling him no, and Steve even asking. But the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to fuck him.
Occasionally, Allen would go out of town, and I would find Steve at a job sight alone. I made it a point to stop and say hi, talk a little, seeing what game I could play with him and if he was accepting. Of course, it was just a tease, but the look in his eye knew what I was doing and what the prospects were.
We had always visited each other's homes over the first years, and Allen found a haven away from home at Steve's, he was having difficulty adjusting to the difference of the south vs. the southwest. Myself, I found things to keep my mind and body occupied, and picked up a job as a bartender for some extra money.
We went over to Steve's house for a Labor Day bash and things got a little hot between us, he teased and of course, I flirted openly, not like I didn't do that at work to earn my tips, but I saw that they both noticed, and Steve was eating it up. The more I drank the friskier I got, just like in New Orleans.
He showed me around his house. Allen already had told me about his snakes and other things, but Steve had to show me. Of course, I humored him, I have no use for pet snakes, but he adored them, and it gave me a moment to get closer to him.
He showed me the rest of his house and his bedroom, whether intentional or not, I took note of the bed. We talked for a bit longer and then Allen came to find me. Probably a good thing.
Time passed, I would tease, and BS with him when I saw him, mostly at lunch or just stopping by somewhere I saw his work truck parked.
Our next company Christmas party came, and he had a new girlfriend that year, I didn't think much of her, but ok, he found something in her and it wasn't my place to judge her, but the distinct sexual tension was still there between us, and you could almost smell it.
It was cold that Christmas in New Orleans, and this year we were in the Garden district, a smaller hotel, and a fancier restaurant. They served drinks and appetizers before our dinner and everyone sat around and chatted, late comers trickling in.
We all sat together at dinner with two other couples and my flirting and charm overwhelmed Steve, and he brushed my left leg several times. I even held his hand a few times to keep him from tickling me, not that anyone would notice because we were all giddy and laughing anyway.
After dinner, we went back to the hotel and changed our dress clothes, and hitched the trolley from the Garden District to Bourbon Street to party.
We found our way to the bars and wandered through the crowded streets finding somewhere that had a live band with music that we all liked. Steve bought Jell-O shooters for all of us, that was the first time I had one, I was more of a shot girl, and they were pretty cool.
I was well on my way to a good buzz again from the drinking before dinner and the occasional drinks at the bars we stopped in, including the Everclear Daiquiri I had been sucking on through out our journey down Bourbon.
I had finished off two beers and had to pee really bad. I told Allen where I was going and gave him my bottle; he was enjoying the music and nodded.
