Flirting in West Texas
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| My artist friend, Jeff - who's working on illustrations for our graphic novels - whipped out this gorgeous redhead. |
Nicky and I returned to the hotel after the reception to find the after party for the business convention being held at the hotel in full swing. So, of course, we joined in, along with several of the younger members of our wedding party who weren't quite ready to call it a night.
The bar was crowded, but I couldn't help noticing that there were some "working girls" in the group. At least they looked that way to me. Now, I'm not one to judge, as you'll see in a minute!
I wasn't the only one to have suspicions, either. I thought Nick's eyes were going to pop out of his head! To head off any overt insanity on his part, I grabbed him firmly by the leg and whispered I'd make it worth his while to behave himself. He knows me -- too well! -- and settled right down.
The lady he'd had is eye on was a curvy redhead in a tight, blue and white striped, knit dress that just barely covered her "assets." But what really made it interesting was at the end of those long, firm, sexy legs were some down-and-dirty cowboy boots. Or cowgirl boots, if you prefer.
I poured the rest of my beer into Nick's glass and headed to the bar for a refill -- and some conversation.
"Hi," I said to her. "Are you here with the convention?"
She looked me over and replied cautiously, "Not exactly."
"So, you're here on business, but not with the convention."
"I think we understand each other," she said.
I touched her arm gently, caressing it with my fingernails, and leaned closer to whisper in her ear.
"My husband's at the table over by the window. He's had his eye on you since we came in. Do you think the three of us could -- um -- arrange something?"
She looked at me closely again and stared at Nick for what seemed like hours, then she slid closer, her soft curves pressing against me. Her warm, sweet breath tickled my ear as she spoke.
"Why don't you two meet me at the elevator in about five minutes. I know we can reach an amicable agreement."
She gave me a squeeze, dropped a twenty on the counter, and turned away. As she walked slowly through the bar, her tight ass undulating against the fabric of her dress with each step, I looked back at Nick, happy -- and not the least surprised -- to see him fucking her with his eyes. As she disappeared down the long hall toward the elevator, I went back to the table.
"Finish your drink, Honey. I have a nice surprise for you," I said.
Come back tomorrow for the thrilling conclusion -- or at least continuation!
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