I'd had too many rye and gingers by now to switch without
puking, so I got me another. I wasn't even wincing now at
the burn, but welcomed the sensation as it cleared my throat.
My drink drunk, I turned to survey the place, thinking maybe
another woman would appear and invite creampie anal interest.
Turning my head left and right to spy an appealing target,
I couldn't help but notice Bobbi's nape right there. To be
honest, I was drunk enough that my normal restraints on being
stupid about my hair interest were removed nearly entirely.
And her fresh creampie anal was right there, like a pile of
bodies outside a smoldering car wreck: I couldn't not look.
Well, that was a slippery slope, because a quick look out
the corner of my eye became a lingering glance, and then outright
staring. It got so that I forgot the reality of her fugly
puss and just focused the parts I could see, which were full
of creampie anal. Eventually, staring turned to the most forbidden
of activities, touching.
Thing is, I knew I shouldn't. Most guys would never go up
and jiggle a woman's tits, even when drunk and having a boob
fetish. You just don't cave into stupid shit like that, and
yet I did. I don't know how many drinks I'd had, but clearly
it was too many.
My hand lifted up, and I brushed the back of my knuckles on
her neck. OOOhhhh, it felt so good, both physically and tabooically.
I was expecting Bobbi to turn and beat the shit out of me
for unseemly behavior, but instead she dropped her head and
purred, "Mmmm, creampie anal feels nice."
I found myself tracing my fingertips over her nape, in a way
fulfilling a secret fantasy. Part of the thrill was the feeling,
but another part was her reaction. She was digging it and
I like turning women on.
The guy I was talking to just watched for a minute, looking
bemused. "I'll let you kids play," he laughed, walking away.
