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Bar-Stool Bimbo
A True Life Story
Avarra Cicillini
In my neighborhood, we have one of those old-fashioned bars. You know the kind, dark and dimly lit. Dark wood walls and floor. When you walk in you get slapped in the face with the smell of stale beer. I think it may have opened sometime in the 50’s and has never been remodeled or updated since. It’s had many owners and many names.
I stopped in one Friday after work. I really didn’t feel like going to the usual clubs. I wasn’t in the mood for the loud music and crowd. I just wanted to have a couple drinks and head on home. The place was little more than half full, maybe 30 people or so. I hopped up n the bar stool at the end of the bar against the wall and ordered a drink.
After about the fourth old country song had played; I started wondering why I had stopped here and even more, why was I still here. I finished my drink and ordered another of the same.
An older guy walked in that I recognized from my parent’s neighborhood; he lived a few doors down from them. Now, when I say older, I just mean older than me, not necessarily old. Maybe late 30’s early 40’s at the most. He wasn’t bad looking, nothing special, maybe a little better than average. Tall, probably 6 foot and in good shape, that I know because I see him out in the summer Gaziantep Escort Reklamları working on his lawn and not wearing a shirt or riding his bicycle in the neighbor-hood.
For this story, I’ll call him Ben, not his real name. I sipped my drink as I watched him walk in; he waved at a few of the people there and made some small talk with another guy at the bar. He ordered a beer and glanced in my direction. He walked over to wear I was setting and smiled, “Excuse me, but I think I know you, or at least you look very familiar.”
I smiled back and said “Yes, well, you actually know my parents, Cicillini? You’ve probably seen me at their house when I’ve visited.
“That’s it!” he smiled again, “so do you mind of set here or would you rather be alone? I don’t want to bother you if you’re trying to unwind or whatever.”
“Great! Thank you” he stuck out his hand for mine “My name’s Ben, it’s nice to meet you.”
I shook his hand, “I’m Avarra and it’s nice to meet you as well.”
We talked for a bit; he was actually pretty interesting. He waved to the bartender, “Hey Marge how about another drink for her and I’ll have another beer.” I thanked him for my drink and took a sip.
“Hey would you like to dance? I mean, I’m not the best dancer but I don’t do bad on these slow songs.”
“Uh….sure….I don’t really know these songs but I just follow anyway right?” We walked over to where two other couples were dancing. They don’t really have a dance floor just an open area in the corner big enough for a few couples. He took me in his arms and we swayed with the music. Another slow song came on, so we stayed and danced to it; when his hands slid down my sides and on to my ass. He pulled me in closer ’til I was up against him. I could feel he was hard. He leaned over and kissed me, soft and first, then a little harder. I felt his tongue so I parted my lips and let him in my mouth. Our tongues twisted and played with each other. His hands on my ass he squeezed and I could feel myself getting wet.
The song finished and we went back to our stools. Ben helped me up onto me then stood in front of me where we kissed again. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. His hands moved from my waist to my thighs. He slid his hands up my thighs a little at a time. Probably to see if I would stop him. I had no intention of stopping him, I was wet and quite honestly, I needed fucked.
I spread my legs for him, to let him know I wanted him. He took the hint and moved on up my thighs to my wet pussy. I scooted up to the edge of the stool to make it easier for him. He pushed two fingers into me and with his thumb he rubbed my swollen clit. I broke our kissing long enough to look around the room. Everyone was oblivious to our activity. I returned my lips to his. I unfastened his belt and opened his pants. I slipped my hand into his boxers and grabbed his cock. It was longer than average, thick, with a lot of veins. I pumped my fist slowly and I felt him shudder.
“I want you inside me now” I whispered in his ear. I spread my legs more and raised my knees. He pressed the tip of his cock against my pussy but didn’t move. “Don’t tease me please just fuck me.”
I grabbed his belt loops and pulled; his cock pushed forward, parting the swollen lips of my pussy. He fucked me hard, I had to wrap my arms and legs around him to keep from getting knocked off the stool. I had two orgasms, moaning into his mouth as we kissed. I could feel my juices pouring out and covering his cock.
He finally grunted and shoved his cock as deep as it would go, his body tensed and his cock swelled and exploded inside me. He came hard, I could feel him shaking as he flooded my pussy. His cum oozed out and slid down my ass onto the stool and I’m sure to the floor.
His cock plopped out of me. He fixed his pants and I straightened my skirt. “Holy fuck Avarra, I haven’t cum that hard in a long time!”
We talked some more, had another drink and parted ways. I see him from time to time when I visit my parents. That was the only time we hooked up. I stop at that bar now every Friday for a drink or two before heading home. I always get my favorite stool. I see Ben most times I am there, we smile and wave. Sometime we speak briefly, but mostly just a wave.
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