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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