Darrel Williams was sitting at the bar in Beiderbecke’s Jazz Club in Finchbottom, drinking a large Gin and Tonic and doing a spot of people watching, an occupational hazard for an adulterer, but the bar was so empty that he exhausted that exercise in less than five minutes.
So his thoughts turned to Dakota, his gorgeous girlfriend, who was currently two thousand miles away.
She was going to be home in a couple of days and he couldn’t wait to see her again and she had only been gone for a week.
He missed everything about her, her smile, her kiss, her touch and the amazing sex.
As he sat there he reran some of their most intimate sexual scenarios in his head, and was looking forward to spending some quality time expanding their sexual horizons.
But it was just when he was preoccupied replaying a particularly salacious scenario in his head when it happened.
For that was when the girl in the black silk dress walked in and all eyes turned towards her with her long shapely legs sheathed in stockings, black and sheer, and the reason she turned those heads because Nicki McGroarty walked into the club lingerie free.
Her pert unfettered breasts moving freely beneath the silk and when she walked her buttocks moved with a rhythm that hypnotized, each movement of her hips rolled and rounded the perfect globes and then returned them with precision, then she moved them once again.
Her effortless movement on high stiletto heels was spellbinding, hypnotic and erotic and left Darrel in a heightened state of arousal.
And when Nikki sat at the bar on an adjacent stool, she slowly crossed her long legs exposing her stocking top and giving a satisfying glimpse of pubic hair he wasn’t thinking about Dakota anymore.
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