When Noelle had called and asked me to meet her at the bar I gladly accepted, looking for any excuse to get out and away from my parents’ hectic family-packed house. Coming home for a few days was always an adventure in family dynamics and I was about to go crazy being questioned and prodded by third cousins and people who knew me when I was only knee high, asking me over and over if I had a boyfriend, what my major was in college, when I was moving back home…
Escaping into the winter blizzard I had carefully navigated my little rental car through the pelting snow toward the bar. Carefully parking, hoping nothing would happen to my borrowed vehicle, I hurried into the warm bar. “Busy for Christmas day” I muttered, seeing the people lined up waiting for drinks. Then again, maybe that’s why it was busy…. Spotting Noelle I quickly detoured around a drunken man who tried to grab my wrist as I passed. Adeptly, I sidestepped his sloppy kisses and made my way to my friend. She eyed me gratefully and moved her coat so I could sit on the barstool she had saved for me. Happy to be out of the house I shined a megawatt smile at her boyfriend, who was bartending, as he slid me my favorite drink. With a wink he told me it was on the house. As I took a sip of the sweet drink I looked around the bar, quickly realizing that Noelle and I were the only girls there. Interesting, I thought. Odds are in my favor then, I thought, and laughed.
Catching up with small talk and gossip, Noelle and I laughed and talked. I started slightly when I felt a finger tap on my shoulder. Turning, I saw a wicked grin and twinkling green eyes. He sure is cute, I thought to myself. After a few minutes of light flirting, he introduced himself as Jack and asked me if I wanted to help him plug the jukebox. Winking at Noelle, I gratefully accepted his hand and led him over to the machine where we haggled and teased, flirted and harassed each other over our music choices.
Seeing the warmth in his eyes and the tilt of his head, I knew he was about to kiss me. Leaning up to meet him half way, his lips gently, softly brushed against mine. Slowly, so gently I felt his hands come to rest on my hips, before I was backed against the wall. The hard wall behind me, his hard body pressing into me, I could hear our first song come on the jukebox. It felt like a fire had started in my body, and our kiss was quickly becoming too intense for a public place. I could feel his steel belt buckle rubbing against my stomach, and his hard bulge grinding against my hip bone.
Running my fingers so slowly down his torso I wrapped my fingers around his big metal belt buckle. Feeling the backs of my fingers slip into the waistband of his jeans, those green eyes burned down at me. “Nice,” I said, letting him decide if I was talking about his clothing or his body. Seeing the flash of dimples, I could see a devious thought enter his mind right before he laughed and arched one eyebrow down at me.
“You can have it, if you’ll do something for me first.” Intrigued and bemused I listened to him outline the wager. If I would let my friend Noelle take body shots off of me, I could have “it.” Neither of us specified what “it” was. I was about to agree easily, when he laid a finger across my mouth and continued. These wouldn’t be just any body shots. I would have to take my jeans and shirt off and sit on the bar, letting Noelle take the shots from between my tits and thighs. I carefully reviewed what underclothing I was wearing and, knowing Noelle wouldn’t mind, slowly nodded.
Not waiting for him to follow me, I sauntered toward the bar. Running down the wager for Noelle, I looked at her boyfriend who was bartending and said, “I’m about to make this the most popular bar in town” before stripping off my shirt. Seeing several male heads swivel toward us, I adjusted the straps of my lacy red demi cup bra. Sliding my heels off, I winked at a guy who was staring, mouth agape, and unsnapped my jeans.
Noelle laughed and grabbed my hands, slowing me down. Running her flat hand up my quivering stomach, she gently cupped my breast through my thin lacy bra. Feeling my hard nipple poke the palm of her hand she closed two fingers on my hard tip and started applying pressure, just a little at first, then harder and harder until I tried to pull away. Knowing me well, she hooked a finger in the front of my bra and held me still as she squeezed. Holding it tight, she leaned in and sucked the other hard tip into her mouth, right through the flimsy fabric. Feeling the lace all but melt under her warm wet tongue, she finally let go of my other nipple. Sensation rushed back into it, sending sharp but pleasurable pains through my body like an electric shock.
My pussy clamped down, as if trying to hold a cock in place, even though it was empty. I groaned and Noelle quickly used both hands to unzip my jeans and thrust them down my hips, quickly baring my panties to the entire bar. A red thong that matched my bra, it was also made of soft but very thin lace. Standing there, my jeans caught around my knees, I was unable to move. My ass was bared to everyone behind me by the skimpy thong, and my hardened and toyed with nipples were peeking out the top of my bra for anyone standing in front of me to see.
Seeing Jack watch us, hard-on clearly visible under his shiny belt buckle, I crooked one finger at him, beckoning him to me. Eyes roaming from my wet nipple to my revealing thong, he came over to me. “Lift me up onto the bar?” I asked him. Gladly complying he grabbed my hips and easily set me so I was sitting on the bar. I could feel the cold granite counter top under my bare ass and the hot stares of men on my body.
Noelle knew what to do, as she came to stand before me, a shot of tequila in each hand. Her bartender boyfriend reached around from behind me and set out a shaker of salt and a plate of limes, along with the bottle of tequila. Setting the shots down on the bar, she edged closer and pulled my jeans all the way off of me. It hit me that I was sitting on top of a crowded bar, one of only two females in the building, in my skimpy underwear. Looking down at my friend, I leaned down and kissed her softly. Feeling her tongue trace the edges of my lips, I softly sucked it into my mouth, rubbing the tips of our tongues together. As her hands trailed up my thighs I could feel another set rubbing my back right before the clasp on the back of my bra was popped open and my heavy breasts jiggled, swinging free of their tight bonds.