I had recently moved to a fairly large Western city, where I was delighted and surprised to learn that there lived a lot of cowboys. Men in tight jeans and thick leather boots, smelling of the outdoors and the sweat it produces. I was giddy to meet a few of them, so I signed up at the gym near my apartment complex, and it wasn’t more than a couple weeks before I had a few “friends.” In particular, one group of eager young men — some older, some a little younger — than me, who were all already drinking buddies, decided I was worthy to join their ranks and head to the local watering hole with them.
Now, I could tell that three of the five guys in the group wanted me. They had a kind of young-buck tension in the air, all showing off and climbing over one another to make a good impression on me. I liked each of them for different reasons, and could easily picture myself sleeping with all three of them, so I was doing my best to play it cool and let them compete. I wanted to see who won their little inner-group challenge.
It so happened the bar they all went to frequently was within walking distance to my apartment, which was perfect for me, because that meant I could go there without them. And it meant that whenever I went, I could always walk home without any trouble. As soon as they told me about the bar’s location, I knew that it was going to become my favorite place, too.
One Friday night, all five of them were headed out to the bar together after a hard workout at the gym, and one of them invited — practically begged — me to come with. The way he licked his lips and his eyes sparkled when he asked made my clit twitch and my nipples harden. I saw the greedy look in the others’ eyes, and I winked toward the group.
I told them I’d meet them there.
After I’d showered and changed into my sexiest little black dress, I strapped on some heels that were flattering to my legs and ass and comfortable enough to walk in all night. I did a couple shots at the house to pre-game, and by the time I arrived at the bar and found my little testerone-fueled group, I had a good buzz going.
As soon as I walked up to the group lingering on the front patio near the outdoor bar, one of them handed me a mixed drink. I handed it back to him, “No way, Tom. You take a sip first. I’m not taking some drink when I didn’t see who poured it.”
“Don’t be like that. Do you think I would really?” he smiled wide and for a moment, I wanted to trust him, but the suspicion in my gut told me not to.
Before I could open my mouth to say anything else, a slender hand wrapped around from behind me, just grazing the edge of my breast. I saw that the nails were neatly manicured with white fingertips, and the middle finger wore a large, glowing opal ring.
“I think you might,” said a sultry female voice behind me. She was talking over my shoulder to Tom as she took the drink out of my hand.
I turned to see a young woman about my age, with large eyes that soaked up moonlight like a sponge and reflected back like pools of ink. Her black hair was pulled back in a slinky ponytail, accentuating her elegant cheekbones, and her silver hoop earrings sparkled against her creamy medium-brown skin.
Her eyes met mine, her black lashes batted, and she said, “I’ll mix you another one.” I looked down to see she wore a black T-shirt with the name of the bar, Chaps, and a white name tag with her own name, Jasmine.
“Thanks so much.” I smiled and tried to keep my eyes soft, but I couldn’t stop staring at her juicy, pillowy lips.
“Be right back.” She winked. When she turned to walk away, her tight ass rolled into my view, on display for the whole room but seemingly for me. True to the name of the bar, the waitresses were all wearing hot shorts with assless chaps over them.
So hot.
I tore my eyes from her bubble ass and turned my attention back to the guys in my group, two of who were wiping the drool from their chins as they watched Jasmine go.
“I’d give my left nut to get my hands on her.”
“Too bad you already gave your nuts to your ex.”
The whole group laughed. The men’s eyes began to search the room, seeking new prey. Two of them finished their drinks and wandered off together, vaguely heading toward the interior, and then the other three turned their attention back to me.
Over the next few minutes, I batted away their questions about what I studied in school and what I did at my job. In the circle among the three of them, the mixed scents of their colognes were overpowering. Combined with the pounding of the music from the speakers and the buzz I was riding from my pre-game shots, I was becoming drunk on the scene as much as the alcohol.
Jasmine returned with a fresh drink and offered me a warm smile as I took it. I passed her a $5 and asked her where the bathroom was. She pointed in the direction, told me which way to turn, and laughed as she said, “Yeah, I’ll be heading that way myself in a minute. Maybe I’ll see you in there.”
She winked again, and as I sipped my drink, I noticed her lick her lips as her eyes dropped to my cleavage. I winked back and said quietly, “See you in there.”
I swear, as she walked away, there was an extra swish to her hips.
Trying not to seem rude, I drank quickly as the two guys who remained continued to vie for my attention. I was nodding and saying “Mm-hmm” in the appropriate moments, even forced a chuckle once, but all the while my eyes were searching the room for Jasmine.
When I saw her duck inside and head in the direction of the bathroom, I set down my empty plastic cup and excused myself from the boys.
Yeah, men are all well and good. But I wanted to see what this young lady was about.
The interior of the bar was decorated like a high-class barn, with wagon-wheel chandeliers that flickered as if they had real candles. The main dance floor was blaring popular hip-hop, and I found that as I passed by the kitchen, there was a second room with a dance floor blasting country line dances. I laughed at the mixture of sounds that they must get in the kitchen itself, and followed the signs down the dimly-lit hallway to the ladies room.
Inside, I was surprised to find there was an exterior dressing room before you had to enter another set of saloon double doors to enter the toilet area of the bathroom. Each toilet stall had a door that ran the length from floor to ceiling. Thick, heavy wooden doors.
I went into one stall and did what I went in there to do. After cleaning up, I crossed the scuffed hardwood floors to the sink and started washing my hands.
A pair of giggling blondes had been fixing their lipstick when I entered, and they exited in a cloud of flowery perfume. As the door to the dressing room clicked shut behind them, I saw one of the toilet stall doors crack open in the reflection.
Jasmine stuck her head out from behind the door and smiled wide at me.
“Come here. Quick, ” she whispered.
My head buzzing, I crossed the room to her. She reached her hand out and wrapped her delicate fingers around my wrist, pulling me gently into the oversize stall with her.
“I don’t have very long,” she whispered as I stepped in, and she pushed the door closed. “I’m expected back on the floor in a couple minutes.”
I leaned in close and whispered in her ear, “Is it long enough to make you cum?” I hadn’t yet touched her, but the electricity was crackling in the air.
I pulled back to look in her eyes, and as she opened her mouth to say something, I heard the door from the hall to the dressing room open and the outer room filled with boisterous voices and laughter. Under the cover of all that sound, I dove forward and pressed my lips against hers.
They were as soft and pillowy as I imagined they would be. Thick and sweet. She opened her mouth to me quickly and our tongues danced around each other’s. The barbell in her tongue clicked against my teeth, and I pressed her gently back against the stall wall.
A group of girls chatted and giggled right outside the door, and I pulled myself back from her, meeting her eyes silently. She bit her lower lip and nodded, her ponytail bobbing, giving me permission.
With her back pressed against the wall, she arched her back forward and spread her hips slightly, and I leaned in to kiss her again. My left hand grabbed around the bottom of her T-shirt until I pulled it untucked, and I slid my fingers over her flat stomach and to her sweet tit. A little larger than a peach, it filled my hand, and I squeezed gently, massaging it around and grazing the fingertips over her nipple. My right hand started by grabbing her hip, then I slid it down the side of her leather chap to the gap that exposed her tight shorts — barely larger than a pair of underwear, really.
As I kept kissing her, sucking on her bottom lip when she’d let me, I pulled my left hand from under her shirt and moved it down to her pussy, rubbing her clit through the thin material. The fingers of my right hand ran along under the seam at the bottom of the shorts, stroking her thigh, moving in closer and closer to her lip.
Someone rattled the door handle on our stall and I felt her tense up. She almost gasped, but I kept my mouth pressed firm on hers to quiet the sound. The person realized the door was locked and moved to the stall next to us. Once the danger had passed, but while there was still tension in the realization that we could be caught, Jasmine’s shorts soaked through and the tips of my fingers stroking her clit became damp.
The toilet in the stall next to us flushed, and Jasmine pushed her mouth close to my ear. “This is so fucking sexy. Make me cum.”
Only too happy to oblige, I used my left hand to pull back the opening of her shorts from against her leg, and slid the fingers of my right hand toward her wet cunt. She adjusted her weight so she was practically sitting on my hand. I slid in my middle finger and rocked my hand back and forth, stroking her swollen clit with my thumb at the same time. She was soaking my hand already, dripping down onto my palm, and I kept the pace slow and steady, growing the anticipation.
The other girls in the room ran the faucet, laughed about private jokes as they polished up their looks in the mirror, and then continued out the door. The entire time, I kept my mouth against Jasmine’s, drinking in her wine-like flavor, while I slid the middle finger on my right hand in and out of her delicate pussy and caressed her clit back and forth with my thumb.
As soon as we were alone in the room, she pulled her mouth away by turning her head to the side and cried out, “Oh, fuck!” Her lovely voice shook the wall behind her as the thick wood absorbed the sound. Vaguely, I noticed the vibrations of the thumping music through the wall, but I paid it no attention as I buried my face against her neck, kissing and nibbling as I continued to pump my finger inside her.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she panted. She bit her lip. She moaned and a half-growl escaped her lips as I felt her tight pussy tighten even more around my finger.
“You were really waiting for me, weren’t you?” I moaned in her ear. “You needed this.”
“You’re the sexiest bitch in this bar and I needed you to make me cum before I have to spend the rest of my night dealing with those fuckers.” Her voice was gravelly, her tone deadly serious. She was on the edge of cumming her brains out, so I pushed my finger in harder, all the way to the palm.
I pulled myself away from her so I could see and leaned back against the opposite wall of the stall. With my left hand I stretched the shorts as far away from her cunt as the fabric would go, and I slid my finger out of her. Rotating my wrist, I used the wet tip of my middle finger to rub her clit from side to side, watching as her muscles contracted against me.
“That’s it. Cum just like you need to.”
When her eyes started to roll back in her head, I pushed my finger back into her tight pussy. She gasped, she breathed in deep as her walls squeezed my finger, and she opened her mouth to cry out, just as the door to the dressing room banged open again. Quickly, to muffle the sounds of her orgasm, I pushed my left hand over her mouth and held it there as the other girls entered the room. Quietly, intensely, she came around my finger, dripping out onto my palm, and I continued stroking her G-spot as her eyes rolled back and she moaned against my other palm.
After a minute, the voices of the other girls in the bathroom faded as they headed back out of the bathroom and down the hallway. Once they were gone, I lowered my hand, keeping my eyes intensely locked on hers. She licked her lips and gasped for air once my hand was removed, and she gingerly put her hand to her own crotch, to readjust her shorts and cover her still-wet pussy.
“Wow. Well, I didn’t really expect that.”
If her skin tone wasn’t so dark under this poor lighting, I was sure I could have seen her blush. I think I really did catch her by surprise. She had certainly surprised me.
“I’m so glad you called me in here.” Tenderly, I brushed a strand of her hair that had come loose off her face and tucked it behind her ear. I leaned in close again, so our lips were barely apart. “I really enjoyed that.”
She leaned forward to kiss me, deeply and passionately, licking her pierced tongue along my lips and massaging my tongue with hers. Under my skirt, my pussy was throbbing with the expectation that it would get some attention too, but I knew that wasn’t going to happen here and now. Maybe I’d find someone to take home; maybe I’d go home and fuck myself with my vibrator, thinking of the sparkling look in her eyes as she came. I hadn’t decided yet, but either way, I had to cool down my throbbing clit for the time being.
“I hope you’ll become a regular around here,” she said when she pulled away, winking at me again with her large, brown eye, framed by long, delicate lashes.
“I’m sure I’ll be back soon.” I licked my own lips, still tingling from the pressure of her mouth.
“I’ll see you next time.”
And then she was gone, exited from the stall. I stayed behind the door while she ran the water for a minute, probably washing her hands or maybe fixing her hair. I panted and tried to force my breath to slow down as I listened to her exit out the bathroom door, then out of the dressing room. Jesus.
After another minute when I got the world to stop spinning, I stepped out and checked myself in the mirror. I had a touch of just-been-fucked hair, but it only took running my fingers through it to toussle it back into place. As I raised my hand to my hair, it passed my nose, and I smelled the delicious scent of her on my fingers. I stuck my middle finger in my mouth all the way and sucked the flavor off, pulling it out slowly and watching myself in the mirror.
I smiled, knowing that this would be our little secret. At least, until my next trip to this bar.
