The Jeep rumbled down the road with John and Tina in the front seats and Jeff and April in the back hugging and kissing. Jeff's hand slid up the long tan legs she had thrown over his thighs, gently caressing her knee before sliding further up her silky thigh. She moaned into his mouth as his hand brushed up against her denim-covered mound. With deliberate slowness, his fingers traced the edges of her shorts before slipping inside them and touching the satin panties beneath.
She writhed beside him, his fingers massaging her moist pussy through the smooth fabric. He felt her warm breath on his ear, "Put them in me." Jeff felt her fingers brush against his as she pulled aside the denim and satin allowing his fingers to easily slide into her. He slid them in and out of her wet muff, his thumb continuously circling her engorged clit.
April could feel herself rushing toward an orgasm. When she felt Jeff grab her sensitive breast and roll her nipple, it was the last impetus she needed to send her into orgasmic bliss. She panted hard as her pussy clenched around his fingers, coating them with her juices. She bit her lip to keep from screaming out as he continued to fuck her with his fingers, bringing another smaller but still intense release.
Jeff leaned over and kissed her full on the mouth as his fingers slipped from their smooth wet sheath. Her mouth opened easily to him, his tongue slipping past her lips to massage her tongue. As April recovered from her release she began to kiss him back, her lips clenching around his tongue sucking deeply on it. The Jeep slid to a stop on the gravel parking lot as they broke their passionate kiss.
"We're here," John announced, pushing the door open and pulling the seat forward. "You guys coming in, or are you just going to stay out here and suck face?"
Jeff stepped out of the Jeep and held out his hand to help April down from the high step. She stood there looking at the garish neon light illuminating the low clapboard building. "Well this place hasn't changed at all."
"That's not necessarily a bad thing," Jeff replied.
April looked at him incredulously. "We'll see."
JG's was the kind of place out-of-towners avoided because of its appearance. Its gruff exterior of weathered clapboard, and the occasional broken window mended with duct tape, gave the impression of a dive. A quick glance around once you were inside seemed to confirm what the outside made you suspect. There was a dirt floor, a ceiling littered with bras from the female patrons and a bouncer who looked like he could be in the dictionary next to the entry for "redneck."
A closer inspection though revealed some surprises. The massive wooden bar was constructed from the mahogany bars of two old saloon cars salvaged from a nearby rail yard. It was immaculate, gleaming with brass and chrome fixture and had a state of the art pouring system. In the far corner was a stage that looked like it had been hijacked from the county fair, but sported the finest sound system money could buy. A band belting out a steady stream of southern rock occupied the stage; the dance floor in front a sea of bodies.
Jeff felt April tug at his arm, "Let's get a drink," she shouted above the din.
They walked arm in arm up to the bar, April garnering appreciative stares from every man they passed. The women looked too, but their stares were of jealousy or contempt and in a few cases admiration. "Two Jack and Cokes," Jeff announced to the bartender as she came near. The glasses appeared mere moments later. He paid the tab and handed April her drink.
Jeff looked deep into her blue eyes, "A toast," he said raising his glass, "to new beginnings."
April smiled a radiant smile, "To new beginnings." And clinked her glass against his, and then took a long pull on her drink. Jeff's arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her tight to him.
"I love you, April."
"And I love you," she said before kissing him lightly on the lips. "Let's go dance."
They danced close, grinding on each other through the band's repertoire of southern rock standards. When the band began playing a slow song, April melted into Jeff's arms as they danced in a slow circle, her arms around his neck. Jeff's hands gently slid up and down her back before finally coming to a rest on the firm globes of her behind. April kissed his neck as his hands massaged her bottom, occasionally pulling her tight so she could feel his stiffening prick.
As the song ended he pulled April to a dark corner of the bar where they continued making out. April wriggled up onto a barstool, putting the two of them at eye level. Her legs went around him as their tongues probed each other's mouths; her hands went from his neck to the waistband of his jeans. Jeff was hard as steel and her fingers only had to dip a bit below his belt before they were massaging the tip of his swollen cock.
Jeff took a long pull on his drink as April continued strumming her fingers over his sensitive cockhead. He leaned in close to her, "If you don't stop that I'm going to come all over your hand."
April slipped her hands from his jeans and put them back around his neck. "Then I'll stop, because the next place I want you to come is deep inside my steamy, tight pussy." To emphasize her point she took his hand and placed it on her crotch, urging him to probe deeper. "Touch me, Jeff. Feel how wet I am for you. When we get back to your room, I want you to fuck me hard and deep. I'll get on my hands and knees and you can bang me from behind like you love to do. You can spew your load in my cunt. And when you're done, I'll suck you until you're hard again. I'll suck and lick you until you blast another load down my throat."
Jeff stood there speechless. She had never talked like this before and he found it incredibly erotic. With each word he felt his cock harden even more. He wanted her right there in the bar, bend her over the stool and stick his cock deep inside her, but he knew he would have to wait. His only response was to kiss her full on the mouth.
The sound of Tina's voice intruded on the kiss, "Well, looks like you two have everything patched up."
April looked her right in the eyes, "Yes we do, and later I'm going to see if you taught him anything new."
"Don't worry," she said sarcastically, "I didn't break him."
April was about to respond when the band stopped playing and the lead singer asked if anyone was interested in seeing a wet t-shirt contest. The place erupted in applause and screams. "If you want to sign up go see Wendy at the bar and she'll get you taken care of. We'll start our next set with the contest in about twenty minutes."
April was off the barstool in a flash, grabbing Tina's hand as she went, "Let's go sign up."
