The Adventures of Karen - Sex Stories

The Adventures of Karen

I went out the other night with some of my fireman mates and met a bunch of wild and crazy girls. One in particular caught my eye: a sexy redhead named Karen. Damn, she was hot! I really hadn't planned on hooking up with anyone, even though my girlfriend Missy was out of town. Something about a girls weekend. She said, “What happens in Toronto stays in Toronto! Don’t ask! Don’t tell.” So I figured, what’s good for the goose is good for the gander! Karen and I had such a good time last night. Lots of beer! Lots of laughs! And lots of innuendo, coupled with a feel or two. Never got into her pants, but I did get them a little damp. As we parted for the evening, I asked her if we could go out again. She said, “Sure, but what about your girlfriend Missy?” I told her what my girlfriend had said, so she agreed. “It will be fun to celebrate New Years Eve with you!”, she said with an infectious smile and a twinkle in her eye. So I picked her up at 7:30 at her place. When she opened the door, my jaw dropped! Holy fuck, did she look hot! Staring at her, I was speechless! “Is this okay?” she asked , indicating the barely buttoned blouse, brown leather skirt, and alligator fuck-me pumps. “Okay? You look fabulous! Fucking gorgeous!” I replied, still taking in the whole package. I thought to myself, ‘ Jesus, George, you are one lucky son-of-a-bitch! ’ I mumbled something about not wanting to go anywhere, maybe we should just stay home. She smiled that Mona Lisa smile and said “Come on ...

... George, your friend is waiting.” So I escorted her to the car and sat her in front and I got in the back. And yes, I craned my neck to see down her blouse at those magnificent tits. I scrunched myself into the back of Jim’s Consul and we took off for town. Jim got in a few gibes about my situation. “What are you going to do about Missy?” he asked with a smirk. Before I could answer, Karen said, “It’s just a date, nothing serious!” Jim said, “Oh yeah? Remember, I know this guy! He’s a horny fireman. If I know George, he’ll be trying to get in your panties all night.” We all laughed. As she turned in the seat to wink at me, out of the corner of my eye I saw Jim checking out her cleavage. She noticed. “Keep your eyes on the road, Jim!” she teased. He replied with a smile, “I will as long as you don’t keep turning in your seat, Karen! You really don’t expect me not to look do you?” Not waiting for an answer, he added, “I may be old, but I’m not dead!” We all laughed as we arrived at the bar. It was 8:45 and the bar was fairly empty. As we walked in the guys eyed Karen. All I could think about was, ‘ Eat your hearts out, mates! She’s mine for the night! ’ We ordered drinks, and the bartender kept coming over, one drink at a time, checking out Karen’s cleavage. No subtlety involved, he just stared down her shirt each time he brought a drink. I could tell Karen was enjoying the attention. She kept turning sideways on the bar stool, letting the bartender see inside. As she turned back to ...