| Lesbian: Lusty Liaisons: Avon Lady (1/2) |
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It's late Saturday night, and I'm cruising around, looking for a bar that's open. I see one around the corner and it happens to be a straight couple's club. You know the kind... the wives dress all fancy, and the husbands stand at the stage and hand out their dollars to young girls. I pull into the parking lot and enter the building. I am under-dressed, wearing tight jeans and a thin men's dress shirt that is unbuttoned down to my bra strap in the front. I am surprised the host lets me in. He tells me that I may seat myself, so I cruise on in with my butch walk to look for a place to sit. I spot a seat in the back about twenty five feet from the restrooms, and sit down. I look up and see a lot of stares and nasty looks aimed in my direction, but it doesn't faze me. They never last that long anyway. But I do notice a red head whose stare lasts a little longer than the others. I'm the first one to look away as the waitress (or maitre'd... whatever you call them in this place) instantly appears to take my order. I order my usual. A tall scotch on the rocks. I look up as she leaves and notice the red head coming my way. She still has a ways to walk, so I have a minute to appreciate her looks. She is tall with her six inch heels. She wears a short black dress with red pinstripes. She is not the skinny type. She isn't big, but has all the right curves a real woman is supposed to have. She has curly dark red hair that looks like it would flow endlessly if she didn't have it tied into a tight chignon at the nape of her neck. I feel myself getting the all too familiar tingly feeling that I get when I'm about to do something that has the potential to get me into trouble. As she walks by me without even a look in my direction, I can smell her perfume and something deeper still. I recognize the smell easily, and I wonder if she realizes her pussy is as wet as it is. I glance over to the table that she just came from and notice her husband is nowhere in sight. I’ve found my chance. I slowly get up and realize that I, too, am wet. And the fact that my pussy is shaven clean and bald just lets my juices accumulate in my panties. I follow her into the restroom about ten seconds later and notice there is a restroom attendant. I dismiss her with a nod of my head and she kind of smirks, but leaves. Ms. red head is standing all sexy at the counter taking off her lipstick, to re-apply it I assume. I walk up to her and take the tissue and the tube from her hands and place them blindly on the counter behind me. She looks at me with mock surprise, but she knows I see right through her facade. I move my body up close to hers and she begins to back up against the wall behind her. Perfect. I reach up with my right hand and begin setting her hair free. And my left hand trails it's way up her left thigh to her wet panties and as I push them to the side I realize two things. That her pussy is as smooth as mine |
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Jesus ...
