More Than I Bargained For - Sex Stories

More Than I Bargained For

... re-checked my make-up. A few minor touch-ups, and I would be on my way. I felt confident, womanly, sexy, and now had the attitude of a slut. I drove out of town till I came to a hole-in the wall bar. There were two Harleys parked out front by the bar’s porch. I parked to the side of the bar. It was ten minutes past two in the afternoon. I again checked my make-up. I added my lip plumping cinnamon oil and sealed my lips with a dab of honey and lip gloss. I took a deep breath. I shook my head, feeling my hair whip around. I opened the car door, pushed my stocking encased left leg out and then stepped out. A car was driving by as I purposely bent down to grab my purse. The car slowed and honked. I sprayed myself with a sweet sensuous body spray. With my purse over my left shoulder, I walked to the bar’s entrance. I put my right hand on the knob and turned it. I pulled the door slowly open, took a deep breath, and stepped inside. The pub was dimly lit. I brushed my hair back and away from my face. There was two biker guys at the opposite side of the bar who stopped talking, as I slinked my way up to the bar. I could feel their eyes on me, my body. I felt flush and warm all over as they glanced me over. I wondered if I was made, or had I succeeded in convincing them that I was a woman. I became nervous and felt like panting. I thought about scampering out the door until the plump gruff-bearded bartender came over to me. “What would you like, Hun?” he asked. The key word he used ...

... was 'Hun'. With that simple little word, I felt relief. In my best almost nervous breathy female voice I said, “Miller Lite.” The bartender had thick curly brownish red dingy hair and a shabby looking sparse beard. He looked unclean. I hopped up on the bar stool. I could feel my large heavy breasts heave. I pulled out some crumbled bills from my purse and laid them on the bar. “Here you go, sweetie. One Miller Lite.” “Thank you so much,” I smiled back at him. He did not take any money. I took my phone out, and pretended to make it look as if I was checking for any messages. I put my plumped lips round the snout of the bottle as I looked over at the two bikers. I took a long swig of the beer. It was cold and refreshing. The one guy was balled or shaved his head. He had a thick mustache and full beard that showed signs of gray. I estimated his age at about forty five. He was about six one or two. Thick necked and had a pronounced beer gut. He wore a sleeveless jean jacket with some kind of member patch on the left side above the pocket. His arms were large, though neither flabby nor toned muscle. His buddy was a bit taller. He was nearly as thick but showed much less of a gut. He had long matted brown hair with streaks of blonde and gray pulled back and tied in a long ponytail. He had a trimmed mustache and goatee. He looked a little younger than his friend. He also wore the same patch. I took another sip of beer. “Here you go, Hun.” I looked up to see the bartender place a shot ...