LexiSmiles92
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I don't think I'd have the courage to do this to a man I didn't know .. but here goes my answer in my short, choppy style:
Sport's bar on a Saturday night with my husband and two of his friends (I don't have many friends so "his friends" is a common thing lol )
I'm not really watching the game. I never really watch the game. That's my husband's thing. But I like going out.
Barstool. See a guy I used to see enter and walk across room to my left. He doesn't see me. He will tho. He'll come to the bar.
He does but down the bar to my left. I turn on my stool towards the bar (I was turned towards the room next to my husband who was turned towards the bar watching the game on the big screen tvs). I look down and see that he's looking in the mirror behind the bartender. He sees me. I smile. He smiles.
I tell my husband, "I see a friend. Be back). I walk towards my friend. He turns and opens his stance to me. We talk. Laugh. flirt.
He says "Too bad you're here with your husband."
I scoot scoot scoot a little closer to him and run my hand over his crotch, "Its okay. There's a game on. And another one after this." I squeeze him and feel him start to swell, "I doubt he even remembers I'm here."
There's more but that answers the private question
Sport's bar on a Saturday night with my husband and two of his friends (I don't have many friends so "his friends" is a common thing lol )
I'm not really watching the game. I never really watch the game. That's my husband's thing. But I like going out.
Barstool. See a guy I used to see enter and walk across room to my left. He doesn't see me. He will tho. He'll come to the bar.
He does but down the bar to my left. I turn on my stool towards the bar (I was turned towards the room next to my husband who was turned towards the bar watching the game on the big screen tvs). I look down and see that he's looking in the mirror behind the bartender. He sees me. I smile. He smiles.
I tell my husband, "I see a friend. Be back). I walk towards my friend. He turns and opens his stance to me. We talk. Laugh. flirt.
He says "Too bad you're here with your husband."
I scoot scoot scoot a little closer to him and run my hand over his crotch, "Its okay. There's a game on. And another one after this." I squeeze him and feel him start to swell, "I doubt he even remembers I'm here."
There's more but that answers the private question
