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A New Relationship
Mo’s was an upper class sports bar. The establishment liked to cater to the young professionals who worked in the downtown area. The front of Mo’s had two massive windows with the door standing in the middle of the two windows.
The bar was busy. This allowed me to look through one of the windows and spot Becky. She was sitting alone at a table for two in the back of the bar. Knowing that she couldn’t see me, I stepped into the bar. I remained by the front of the bar and ordered a beer and watched her.
She looked stunning in her business attire. She had her shapely legs crossed, and she had undone the top two buttons of her blouse. Even with most of the crowd being at least 10 years her junior, she had to fend off 5 suitors who approached her.
Despite looking gorgeous, I thought she looked a little nervous. She fidgeted in her seat. She adjusted the hem of her skirt, messed with her wine glass, folded and refolded her coat that sat on the back of her chair.
I continued to watch her as she finished her second glass of wine and started working on her third. I decided it was time to listen to her as she explained that she wasn’t some sex freaked who like to be spanked.
She saw me approaching and stood and pecked me on the cheek. We sat down and I ordered a beer and looked at Becky. “I was worried that you hadn’t gotten my message.”
“You mean messages. Yes, I got all three of them.”
“Why didn’t you call me back?”
“Sweetheart, I was in meetings all day and didn’t have an opportunity to call you back. You said something about wanting to explain something to me about last night. What do you want to explain?”
“I want you to know that I’m not a crazy sex addict. I was a little drunk and found you attractive. I just got lost in the moment. I like you and would like to see you again. I never sleep with someone on the first date. That was very unusual for me. I’m just not that type of woman.”
When she finished with her short speech, she gulped down the rest of her wine and ordered another. She looked relieved to have gotten that off her chest.
“Thank you for telling me that. But, you’re a liar.”
“What? I’m not a liar!”
“You are and I don’t understand why. If you’re a woman who likes to be fucked from behind, as you told me, then so be it.” I hadn’t lowered my voice and the two women sitting next to us turned and looked directly at Becky.
Becky turned a bright red and tried to cover her face with her hand. “Becky, remove your hand and look at me.” She did as I told her. “And the fact that you liked to be spanked while you’re fucked makes it that much better.”
Becky was now a deep crimson color. She was utterly embarrassed. I turned and looked at the two young women who were blatantly eavesdropping on our conversation.
Becky leaned in and attempted to keep her voice low. “That wasn’t me. I was drunk and didn’t really know what I was doing.”
“Really? Then how do you explain me waking up this morning while you were sucking my cock?” This caused the girls at the next table to giggle. Becky gave them and me a horrified look.
“And please tell me why, when I was cumming in your mouth you had the biggest smile I think I’ve ever seen. And when your mouth was filled with my cum, why did you swallow it more willingly than you’ve drank the wine in front of you?
The girls continued to giggle and Becky looked as if she wanted to melt into the chair she sat upon. “I’ll tell you why,” I said. “You did all of that because you liked it. And you know what? There’s absolutely nothing wrong with it. It makes you extremely hot and desirable.”
The three women who had been listening to our conversation stared at me as if I was the Messiah. I obviously focused my attention on Becky, who now looked more at ease after hearing what I had just said. Now I wanted to throw her off balance again.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out the handcuffs and laid them in the center of the table for all to see. Becky’s eyes nearly bulged out of her head in surprise and shock at seeing her handcuffs lying on the table. The two girls at the other table sat wide eyed with shock and amazement as well.
“Where did you find my handcuffs?” Becky demanded.
“How do you know they’re your handcuffs?” She knew she had just made a mistake. “I want you to put the handcuffs on and wear them out of here. I’ll let you go into the women’s restroom to put them on and I’ll allow you to cover them with your coat.” I then turned to the girls at the next table.
“Girls, I’ll let you decided if she should wear them in front of her, or behind her back. What do you think?”
“Behind her back,” the girls said in unison.
“Great. Will you go into the bathroom with her and assist her in putting them on?” I asked the least attractive of the twosome. The girl quickly agreed and got to her feet. I looked at Becky, who hadn’t moved or taken her eyes off the handcuffs in the center of the table.
“Hurry, I would like to get home quickly.” She slowly reached for the handcuffs and put them in her hand so that they would be hidden from the rest of the bar and slowly made her way towards the restroom. The young eavesdropper grabbed Becky’s coat and followed close behind Becky into the bathroom.
As soon as they were both inside the restroom, I turned to the very attractive woman sitting next to me. “You seem to be taking a great interest in our conversation. Is this something that you enjoy?”
“I don’t know. Maybe.” I wrote my name and number on a napkin and gave it to the woman.
“Think about it. If it’s something that interests you give me a call. I think you and Becky would have fun with one another. You do find her attractive don’t you?”
“Yes, she gorgeous.”
“Think about it,” I said. I turned in time to see Becky step out of the bathroom. Her wrists were locked together behind her back. The position her arms were in put a strain on her blouse as it was pulled tight across her large tits. Her hard nipples were obvious as they strained against her bra and blouse.
“Are you ready to go?” I asked as she stepped up to our table.
“Yes.”
I turned to the young women sitting next to us. “I hope you have a wonderful evening. And thank you for your help.” The girls mumbled you’re welcome as we made our way toward the front door.
Once outside, I led her toward my car and helped her into the passenger seat. I dropped into the driver’s seat and started my car. “Tell me Becky. How wet are you right now? And don’t tell me you’re not. Your nipples are so hard they could cut glass.”
She glanced down at her extremely prominent nipples and slowly closed her eyes. With her head down and her eyes still closed she said. “I’m soaking wet.”
To be continued…..
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