Revolutionary Opportunity - Sex Stories

Revolutionary Opportunity

... refreshing it tasted. After a glass or so she was having so much fun telling stories about Frank's football prowess in high-school that she didn't noticed her glass was never empty. "Oh, I have to pee!," She suddenly announced. She put her hand on the middle of Jack's thigh to lift herself off the stool. There was nothing suggestive about bracing herself with her hand there but when she pushed down her last two fingers wrapped over a spongy lump against Jack's leg. She steadied herself on her high heels for a moment before removing her hand. Then Kristen confidently strode to the waitress change room in the prancing style she copied from runway models. It was all she could do to maintain a straight line toward the dressing room. All the while her champagne addled brain trying to make sense of what her fingers had come into contact with so far down Jacks leg. In the change room Kristen removed her red jacket and thought about changing back into her blue jeans before returning to the men, but suddenly dismissed the notion. When she began prancing back to the men she couldn't make herself stop smiling. All three of the men watched as Kristen walked back to them. She knew the way she was walking was making her tits bounce beneath her blouse. As she reached them Al said, "My God, Kristen, you are a beautiful, sexy woman." "Thank you!" Kristen responded, her smile widening at being referred to as a "woman". "What would it take to get you to show us your tits?" Al asked. Kristen's ...

... smile disappeared. She was no stranger to flashing her tits at parties with her friends when Frank was around. Frank was proud of her beautiful tits and didn't mind her showing them off, but this was different. Alone with her boss and two men almost forty years old in a closed bar was too intimate for what Kristen considered frivolous fun. "Come on, Kristen, don't take any offense, it's all in good fun," Al said. Kristen relaxed in a way that was evident to all of them. "Seriously though Kristen, what would it take? How about twenty bucks?" Al laid a $20 bill on the bar. Kristen stood paralyzed. "Forty?" Kristen's eye caught Jack making a quick adjustment at his crotch and the thought of Jack getting excited suddenly made her pussy tingle. When Al put a third $20 bill on the counter and said, "Sixty?", Kristen quickly untucked her blouse from the hot pants and lifted it along with her brassiere up to her neck. She watched the faces of the men as their eyes fixated on her tits. After a second or two, she gave her torso a little shake to make her tits swing side to side. All three men smiled so she did it again, all eyes still fixated on her tits. Kristen stood still and when her tits stopped moving the men lifted their eye toward hers. She smiled. They smiled. She gave gave her body another, firmer twist and when their gaze went back to her swinging tits she lowered her bra and blouse. Al and Russ groaned their disappointment. Al said, "How much to let us touch them." "Yeah," ...