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I stopped off at a hotel bar on the way home and had a couple of drinks. My wife, Elena had left on a two day business trip, which she did every now and then, leaving me home alone. We had been married about ten years and while our sex life was okay, it was no longer off the charts wild like it had once been. As I walked past the bar, I saw a very sexy looking young lady with a mimosa drink in hand, sitting on the couch outside of the bar proper. She was unmistakably beautiful and probably about twenty or twenty-three saunted up to the bar. She had long sexy legs and a very firm fitting top. She smiled as I walked past her and into the bar. A few minutes later, she wandered into the bar and took a seat on the bar stool next to me. At first she didn?t say anything. She stared at the television over the bar. ?So what brings you to the bar?? I casually asked. ?Boyfriend issues?? ?What brings you to the bar?? she replied, ?Wife issues?? So the conversation got off to a rocky start. I wasn?t there to pick anyone up. I just wanted to kiss some time. ?Not really,? I replied. ?She is on a business trip and I didn?t want to go home.? ?You didn?t want to go home, or you didn?t want to go home alone,? my bar partner replied. I chuckled. ?Probably a little of both.? We both Anadolu Yakası Escort (http://www.34nda.com/) stared at the television screen over the bar. After a few minutes of silence, she leaned over and pressed her shoulder against mine. ?Do you want to go somewhere else and share a drink?? she whispered. I could smell the aroma of her sweet perfume. She slipped her left hand on to my thigh and squeezed it. My man senses tingled. I slipped my hand on to her thigh, just past the hem of her short black leather mini-skirt and reciprocated the touch. ?Sure,? I replied. ?Do you have a place in mind?? ?How about your place?? she said. ?You don?t have a room here?? I pressed. ?No,? she said, ?I?m not that kind of girl.? I quickly apologized. I thought for a moment. Elena would never know, but how would I explain my bar buddy to a nosy neighbor? I decided she might be worth the risk, especially since I was a little on the horny side. ?Sure,? I responded. I handed the bartender my credit card and paid the tab. ?Come on,? I said, putting my arm around her soft waist. We slipped out of the bar into the fading heat of the day. It was a hot night in Dallas and although I had the air conditioner on full blast, it just wasn?t going to cool off the car rapidly. Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan (http://www.34nda.com/) I rolled down my window and my bar buddy did the same. I glanced over at her long tan legs. Her mini skirt had bunched up and she made no attempt to readjust it. ?You like to lay out,? I said, looking at her bronzed legs. ?Yeah,? she replied, ?And I have no tans lines.? ?Really?? I replied. ?That?s cool.? We zipped along the North Dallas Tollway and as we did, she casually slipped her arm across mine and the center divider, squeezing my upper thigh. ?You?re cute,? she remarked. ?Are you sure this is okay?? ?Yes,? I replied. I pulled into the alley and then into the garage. As the garage door closed, I turned and looked at my new friend. Instantly, our lips met in a deep and passionate kiss. I could feel her hand on my crotch, groping my growing erection. I moaned my approval. I slipped my hand up under her tight fitting shirt and around her waist. After a few minutes of intense and mutual groping, I sat back and took in a deep breath and then forcibly exhaled. ?Are you nervous?? she asked. ?Are you?? I replied. ?A little,? she remarked. ?I?ve never done anything like this before,? I said. ?Neither have I,? she replied. ?What Escort Anadolu Yakası (http://www.34nda.com/) do you do for a living?? I asked. ?I?m a para-legal at a law firm,? she replied. ?So why?? 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