Before you start to read any of my stories, please remember that they are just that, erotic stories, not a suggested lifestyle, and not a documented real life situation. They can contain wife sharing with multiple partners. If this offends you, read no further. Furthermore if you must read them thinking that it is all true, please be aware that it set on the planet 'Clean' which is free of STD's and unwanted pregnancies. There are no such thing as cheating slut wives, wimp husbands, and broken marriages etc. etc.
If you choose to read on I really hope that you enjoy it, and will take a second to vote, but you have been warned. Do not bother writing to me to tell me the error of my ways, I know all that! Constructive feedback is very welcome, I will always reply and am open to ideas and opinions. I have now chosen not to accept anonymous comments to avoid the idiots who sit at the gates of an erotic story site moralising. Go and get a life!
Thanks, I hope you enjoy it!
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Bob entered the dimly lit bar, pausing to let his eyes become accustomed to the light having just walked in from the full force of an autumnal sunset.
The place was nearly empty, just two youngish guys sitting on stools at the bar. Probably company reps, Bob thought to himself. He waited for a bar tender to appear. Somewhere in the background he could make out the strains of a Patsy Cline tune.
After a couple of minutes a scruffy bar tender appeared. Bob ordered a beer and watched as he poured it.
The bar tender took his money and vanished back into the dark depths behind the bar.
He gave the interior a quick scan and decided on a booth against the back wall. Settling back in the worn leather seating, he took a sip of his beer and pulled out his cell phone.
He fiddled with for a minute and eventually managed to fire off a quick text message. He then slipped it back into his pocket and took another long slug of his drink as he took a look around, appraising the bar.
It looked to be clean enough, but he thought that it probably never got much busier, being this far out of town.
Humming along quietly to 'Crazy' he studied the two reps as they sat muttering to each other, occasionally bursting into laughter.
He heard a door bang somewhere and his interest was caught by the click clack of high heels on stone approaching from the narrow lobby.
Bob looked towards the door, waiting to see what was about to appear.
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His pulse quickened as the woman entered the bar, catching his attention and that of the two reps, who stopped talking as their heads turned to take in the new customer.
Bob watched as she strutted with swaying hips, towards the bar. He could feel a twitch in his pants as he took in the finer details of this sexy woman.
She looked about six feet tall and had a good figure, her long straight brown hair flowed in waves as she walked, and he could see even from this distance that she had the most striking green eyes. But what really got Bob's attention was her clothing.
She wore a tight white silk blouse, unbuttoned enough to show some ample cleavage, and no obvious signs of a bra!
This was tucked into a very short black leather mini skirt.
As she got to the bar, his view of her legs was no longer obstructed by the tables. That's when she really got to him. Her shapely dark stocking clad legs disappeared into a pair of soft black leather boots that came up just over her knees. He immediately noticed that the narrow heels were a good four to five inches high. Not as tall as I thought then, he muttered under his breath.
As he took in the full view he muttered 'Holy shit, just fucking lovely' under his breath, but his cock was way ahead of his head, forcing him to adjust his position for comfort.
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