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You ever look at a girl and just know that she would be a good dick sucker?

That's how I felt about Paige. One look at her and I knew that she'd be able to blow my fucking mind with her mouth.

We had been coming to the same bar in Fort Worth, Texas, for a few years now and had developed a fun, flirty friendship. I was just recently out of a long-term, going nowhere relationship, while she was married with two young kids.

But you'd never know it with the way she dressed and acted at the bar. She loved to show off her body, get drunk, and dance. There were many times I'd be looking around the bar and see her either giving a lap dance to her husband or be up on a table, dancing and shaking her ass.

She had long blonde hair, a skinny body with breasts that defied gravity, and legs for days. I asked her once if she had a boob job done, as after two kids, they still looked like they could have belonged to a woman ten years younger. She gladly pulled down the tank top she was wearing that night, squeezed her breasts with her hands and asked, "Do they look fake?"

They did not.

Tonight, it was just her at the bar. I didn't know if her husband stayed home with the kids or if he was out of town, but he wasn't there. Not that it ever mattered to her. She would openly flirt and dance provocatively while he nursed a beer in the corner of the bar most nights.

She was wearing all black tonight, from her cowboy hat down to her boots. Her leather halter top wrapped around her neck and left her shoulders bare, with a silver buckle sitting in the center, if you could draw your eyes away from her cleavage to see it. Long strands of fringe hung from the front, swaying with every step. Her black leather shorts sat high on her waist, right below her belly button, and hugged her hips perfectly. A silver belt, matching the silver buckle of her top, was around it, part of it hanging down. They were just short enough, but I knew that if...when...she bent over, part of her ass would be showing.

"Hey, Rhett," she said to me as she walked around the bar, greeting the regulars and interrupting a few dates. "How's life?"

"Getting better, Paige, but could still use that blowjob," I responded as we clinked our beer bottles together and took a drink out of them.

When Paige found out that I had broken up with my girlfriend, she had jokingly offered to give me head to make me forget her. It was nothing unusual for her, to flirt like that and offer her body. I've known quite a few guys to leave the bar with a boner after listening to her dirty talk or have her grinding her ass on them.

I continued to keep an eye on Paige for the next few hours, as she danced and took a few shots. I knew from experience that she could handle a lot more, and usually did. For her to only have two shots and a beer, was a little unusual. I was three beers in, about what I did most nights, when I decided to walk up to her.

"So, Paige, what's going on tonight? You seem a little off."

She turned to me and giggled before saying, "Honestly, Rhett, I think I might finally give you what you want."

"What does that mean?"

She laughed as she stood up from the chair she was sitting on, finished her beer, and grabbed my hand. "Let's go."

I finished my beer as well, setting my bottle down next to hers, before following her into the women's bathroom of the bar.

"Really? In here?"

Paige pushed her body up against mine, leaned up to briefly kiss me, as one of her hands caressed my cheek and her other hand went right to my groin, rubbing my cock through my pants.

"You're not the first, but certainly the only one that has waited the longest."

"What does that mean?"

"Just shut up and let me do this," she said, kissing me again before and squatting down in front of me. I watched as she unzipped my pants, pulled the pants apart, and pulled my hardening cock out through my boxers.

She pressed it upwards, stuck her tongue out, and licked up the underside of my shaft, swirled her tongue around the tip, and repeated it a few more times as she wrapped her fingers around my shaft and started to jack me off.

"Wow," I moaned as she wrapped her lips, covered with red lipstick, around my cock, and started to bob her head up and down. She kept her hand moving at the same speed, knocking off her cowboy hat as she took more and more of me inside her mouth.

I reached down and cupped one of her breasts, squeezing it through the leather top, and causing her to moan into my mouth. As I moved my hand to her other breast, she reached behind her neck with her free hand, untied the top, and let it fall open, exposing her breasts to me.

As she continued to blow me and after I spent a moment admiring her firm breasts with erect nipples, I used my fingers to pinch and rub her nipples. I kept looking down, watching as her red lips went up and down my shaft, her tongue roaming all over it inside her mouth, and her hand kept a tight grip on my cock.

She took me out of her mouth, kept her hand going on my shaft, and said, "So, worth the wait?"

"Fuck yes. You're fucking amazing."

"I get that a lot."

"Do you ever let guys fuck you in here? Or just blow them?"

"Just blow them. Hubby is the only one that fucks my pussy."

"Damn."

Paige giggled, briefly taking me back into her mouth, swirling her tongue around my tip, and bobbing her head a few times.

"A few lucky guys have gotten to finger me. And begged to fuck me. I love to make them beg, then use my hand to finish them onto the floor."

I rubbed her nipples again before taking my hand off her breasts and moved it behind her head. She again took me out of her mouth and said, "But don't worry, I'm going to swallow your load. You're my friend, after all. And friends always swallow for friends."

"Fuck," I moaned again as she took me back into her mouth, knowing that I was getting close as she took me deep into her throat and buried her nose into my groin over and over.

She looked up at me with her beautiful blue eyes, begging me to finish, as she moved her mouth to just cover my tip. Her right hand kept going on the upper portion of my shaft while her left hand went to my balls and started to squeeze them.

"Fuck, Paige, fuck!"

I wrapped my fingers around her hair as I started to orgasm, moaning as my cock pulsed inside her mouth, and her hand pumped my cum out. I briefly closed my eyes at the start before I could open them again, and watched as she pulled her lips off my cock, and showed me all the cum on her tongue.

After using her hand to squeeze the last few drops onto her tongue, she stood up and gave me an amazing view as she swallowed my cum down her throat. I felt her grabbing onto my hand and bringing it to her groin, pressing it against her pussy through her shorts. I rubbed up and down with my fingers, feeling how warm she was as she pressed her body against mine again and kissed my neck.

"Hmm...that feels good. But, as much as I want to continue, my hubby is flying back into town as we speak, and I can't wait to get home to him."

She stepped away from me and I watched as she pulled her top back up and tied it behind her. As she saw me sneaking one last peek at her breasts, she smiled and said, "I'd send you a picture of my tits so you always see them, but I don't know if you'd ever leave your house."

I shrugged and said, "I mean, there's worse ways to live."

Paige laughed before saying, "Don't forget to tuck your cock back in before you leave the bathroom."

I looked down at my limp cock, still sticking out of my boxers, and heard her walking out of the bathroom as I put myself away and quickly followed her out, not wanting to be caught by myself in the women's restroom. I caught Paige's eye as she made a phone call at the bar, and she blew me a kiss.

She left the bar a few minutes later, but not before coming up to me and whispering in my ear, "My hubby will be out of town next week too. You better be here."

You ever look at a girl and just know that she would be a good dick sucker?

That's how I felt about Paige. One look at her and I knew that she'd be able to blow my fucking mind with her mouth.

We had been coming to the same bar in Fort Worth, Texas, for a few years now and had developed a fun, flirty friendship. I was just recently out of a long-term, going nowhere relationship, while she was married with two young kids.

But you'd never know it with the way she dressed and acted at the bar. She loved to show off her body, get drunk, and dance. There were many times I'd be looking around the bar and see her either giving a lap dance to her husband or be up on a table, dancing and shaking her ass.

She had long blonde hair, a skinny body with breasts that defied gravity, and legs for days. I asked her once if she had a boob job done, as after two kids, they still looked like they could have belonged to a woman ten years younger. She gladly pulled down the tank top she was wearing that night, squeezed her breasts with her hands and asked, "Do they look fake?"

They did not.

Tonight, it was just her at the bar. I didn't know if her husband stayed home with the kids or if he was out of town, but he wasn't there. Not that it ever mattered to her. She would openly flirt and dance provocatively while he nursed a beer in the corner of the bar most nights.

She was wearing all black tonight, from her cowboy hat down to her boots. Her leather halter top wrapped around her neck and left her shoulders bare, with a silver buckle sitting in the center, if you could draw your eyes away from her cleavage to see it. Long strands of fringe hung from the front, swaying with every step. Her black leather shorts sat high on her waist, right below her belly button, and hugged her hips perfectly. A silver belt, matching the silver buckle of her top, was around it, part of it hanging down. They were just short enough, but I knew that if...when...she bent over, part of her ass would be showing.

"Hey, Rhett," she said to me as she walked around the bar, greeting the regulars and interrupting a few dates. "How's life?"

"Getting better, Paige, but could still use that blowjob," I responded as we clinked our beer bottles together and took a drink out of them.

When Paige found out that I had broken up with my girlfriend, she had jokingly offered to give me head to make me forget her. It was nothing unusual for her, to flirt like that and offer her body. I've known quite a few guys to leave the bar with a boner after listening to her dirty talk or have her grinding her ass on them.

I continued to keep an eye on Paige for the next few hours, as she danced and took a few shots. I knew from experience that she could handle a lot more, and usually did. For her to only have two shots and a beer, was a little unusual. I was three beers in, about what I did most nights, when I decided to walk up to her.

"So, Paige, what's going on tonight? You seem a little off."

She turned to me and giggled before saying, "Honestly, Rhett, I think I might finally give you what you want."

"What does that mean?"

She laughed as she stood up from the chair she was sitting on, finished her beer, and grabbed my hand. "Let's go."

I finished my beer as well, setting my bottle down next to hers, before following her into the women's bathroom of the bar.

"Really? In here?"

Paige pushed her body up against mine, leaned up to briefly kiss me, as one of her hands caressed my cheek and her other hand went right to my groin, rubbing my cock through my pants.

"You're not the first, but certainly the only one that has waited the longest."

"What does that mean?"

"Just shut up and let me do this," she said, kissing me again before and squatting down in front of me. I watched as she unzipped my pants, pulled the pants apart, and pulled my hardening cock out through my boxers.

She pressed it upwards, stuck her tongue out, and licked up the underside of my shaft, swirled her tongue around the tip, and repeated it a few more times as she wrapped her fingers around my shaft and started to jack me off.

"Wow," I moaned as she wrapped her lips, covered with red lipstick, around my cock, and started to bob her head up and down. She kept her hand moving at the same speed, knocking off her cowboy hat as she took more and more of me inside her mouth.

I reached down and cupped one of her breasts, squeezing it through the leather top, and causing her to moan into my mouth. As I moved my hand to her other breast, she reached behind her neck with her free hand, untied the top, and let it fall open, exposing her breasts to me.

As she continued to blow me and after I spent a moment admiring her firm breasts with erect nipples, I used my fingers to pinch and rub her nipples. I kept looking down, watching as her red lips went up and down my shaft, her tongue roaming all over it inside her mouth, and her hand kept a tight grip on my cock.

She took me out of her mouth, kept her hand going on my shaft, and said, "So, worth the wait?"

"Fuck yes. You're fucking amazing."

"I get that a lot."

"Do you ever let guys fuck you in here? Or just blow them?"

"Just blow them. Hubby is the only one that fucks my pussy."

"Damn."

Paige giggled, briefly taking me back into her mouth, swirling her tongue around my tip, and bobbing her head a few times.

"A few lucky guys have gotten to finger me. And begged to fuck me. I love to make them beg, then use my hand to finish them onto the floor."

I rubbed her nipples again before taking my hand off her breasts and moved it behind her head. She again took me out of her mouth and said, "But don't worry, I'm going to swallow your load. You're my friend, after all. And friends always swallow for friends."

"Fuck," I moaned again as she took me back into her mouth, knowing that I was getting close as she took me deep into her throat and buried her nose into my groin over and over.

She looked up at me with her beautiful blue eyes, begging me to finish, as she moved her mouth to just cover my tip. Her right hand kept going on the upper portion of my shaft while her left hand went to my balls and started to squeeze them.

"Fuck, Paige, fuck!"

I wrapped my fingers around her hair as I started to orgasm, moaning as my cock pulsed inside her mouth, and her hand pumped my cum out. I briefly closed my eyes at the start before I could open them again, and watched as she pulled her lips off my cock, and showed me all the cum on her tongue.

After using her hand to squeeze the last few drops onto her tongue, she stood up and gave me an amazing view as she swallowed my cum down her throat. I felt her grabbing onto my hand and bringing it to her groin, pressing it against her pussy through her shorts. I rubbed up and down with my fingers, feeling how warm she was as she pressed her body against mine again and kissed my neck.

"Hmm...that feels good. But, as much as I want to continue, my hubby is flying back into town as we speak, and I can't wait to get home to him."

She stepped away from me and I watched as she pulled her top back up and tied it behind her. As she saw me sneaking one last peek at her breasts, she smiled and said, "I'd send you a picture of my tits so you always see them, but I don't know if you'd ever leave your house."

I shrugged and said, "I mean, there's worse ways to live."

Paige laughed before saying, "Don't forget to tuck your cock back in before you leave the bathroom."

I looked down at my limp cock, still sticking out of my boxers, and heard her walking out of the bathroom as I put myself away and quickly followed her out, not wanting to be caught by myself in the women's restroom. I caught Paige's eye as she made a phone call at the bar, and she blew me a kiss.

She left the bar a few minutes later, but not before coming up to me and whispering in my ear, "My hubby will be out of town next week too. You better be here."

You ever look at a girl and just know that she would be a good dick sucker?

That's how I felt about Paige. One look at her and I knew that she'd be able to blow my fucking mind with her mouth.

We had been coming to the same bar in Fort Worth, Texas, for a few years now and had developed a fun, flirty friendship. I was just recently out of a long-term, going nowhere relationship, while she was married with two young kids.

But you'd never know it with the way she dressed and acted at the bar. She loved to show off her body, get drunk, and dance. There were many times I'd be looking around the bar and see her either giving a lap dance to her husband or be up on a table, dancing and shaking her ass.

She had long blonde hair, a skinny body with breasts that defied gravity, and legs for days. I asked her once if she had a boob job done, as after two kids, they still looked like they could have belonged to a woman ten years younger. She gladly pulled down the tank top she was wearing that night, squeezed her breasts with her hands and asked, "Do they look fake?"

They did not.

Tonight, it was just her at the bar. I didn't know if her husband stayed home with the kids or if he was out of town, but he wasn't there. Not that it ever mattered to her. She would openly flirt and dance provocatively while he nursed a beer in the corner of the bar most nights.

She was wearing all black tonight, from her cowboy hat down to her boots. Her leather halter top wrapped around her neck and left her shoulders bare, with a silver buckle sitting in the center, if you could draw your eyes away from her cleavage to see it. Long strands of fringe hung from the front, swaying with every step. Her black leather shorts sat high on her waist, right below her belly button, and hugged her hips perfectly. A silver belt, matching the silver buckle of her top, was around it, part of it hanging down. They were just short enough, but I knew that if...when...she bent over, part of her ass would be showing.

"Hey, Rhett," she said to me as she walked around the bar, greeting the regulars and interrupting a few dates. "How's life?"

"Getting better, Paige, but could still use that blowjob," I responded as we clinked our beer bottles together and took a drink out of them.

When Paige found out that I had broken up with my girlfriend, she had jokingly offered to give me head to make me forget her. It was nothing unusual for her, to flirt like that and offer her body. I've known quite a few guys to leave the bar with a boner after listening to her dirty talk or have her grinding her ass on them.

I continued to keep an eye on Paige for the next few hours, as she danced and took a few shots. I knew from experience that she could handle a lot more, and usually did. For her to only have two shots and a beer, was a little unusual. I was three beers in, about what I did most nights, when I decided to walk up to her.

"So, Paige, what's going on tonight? You seem a little off."

She turned to me and giggled before saying, "Honestly, Rhett, I think I might finally give you what you want."

"What does that mean?"

She laughed as she stood up from the chair she was sitting on, finished her beer, and grabbed my hand. "Let's go."

I finished my beer as well, setting my bottle down next to hers, before following her into the women's bathroom of the bar.

"Really? In here?"

Paige pushed her body up against mine, leaned up to briefly kiss me, as one of her hands caressed my cheek and her other hand went right to my groin, rubbing my cock through my pants.

"You're not the first, but certainly the only one that has waited the longest."

"What does that mean?"

"Just shut up and let me do this," she said, kissing me again before and squatting down in front of me. I watched as she unzipped my pants, pulled the pants apart, and pulled my hardening cock out through my boxers.

She pressed it upwards, stuck her tongue out, and licked up the underside of my shaft, swirled her tongue around the tip, and repeated it a few more times as she wrapped her fingers around my shaft and started to jack me off.

"Wow," I moaned as she wrapped her lips, covered with red lipstick, around my cock, and started to bob her head up and down. She kept her hand moving at the same speed, knocking off her cowboy hat as she took more and more of me inside her mouth.

I reached down and cupped one of her breasts, squeezing it through the leather top, and causing her to moan into my mouth. As I moved my hand to her other breast, she reached behind her neck with her free hand, untied the top, and let it fall open, exposing her breasts to me.

As she continued to blow me and after I spent a moment admiring her firm breasts with erect nipples, I used my fingers to pinch and rub her nipples. I kept looking down, watching as her red lips went up and down my shaft, her tongue roaming all over it inside her mouth, and her hand kept a tight grip on my cock.

She took me out of her mouth, kept her hand going on my shaft, and said, "So, worth the wait?"

"Fuck yes. You're fucking amazing."

"I get that a lot."

"Do you ever let guys fuck you in here? Or just blow them?"

"Just blow them. Hubby is the only one that fucks my pussy."

"Damn."

Paige giggled, briefly taking me back into her mouth, swirling her tongue around my tip, and bobbing her head a few times.

"A few lucky guys have gotten to finger me. And begged to fuck me. I love to make them beg, then use my hand to finish them onto the floor."

I rubbed her nipples again before taking my hand off her breasts and moved it behind her head. She again took me out of her mouth and said, "But don't worry, I'm going to swallow your load. You're my friend, after all. And friends always swallow for friends."

"Fuck," I moaned again as she took me back into her mouth, knowing that I was getting close as she took me deep into her throat and buried her nose into my groin over and over.

She looked up at me with her beautiful blue eyes, begging me to finish, as she moved her mouth to just cover my tip. Her right hand kept going on the upper portion of my shaft while her left hand went to my balls and started to squeeze them.

"Fuck, Paige, fuck!"

I wrapped my fingers around her hair as I started to orgasm, moaning as my cock pulsed inside her mouth, and her hand pumped my cum out. I briefly closed my eyes at the start before I could open them again, and watched as she pulled her lips off my cock, and showed me all the cum on her tongue.

After using her hand to squeeze the last few drops onto her tongue, she stood up and gave me an amazing view as she swallowed my cum down her throat. I felt her grabbing onto my hand and bringing it to her groin, pressing it against her pussy through her shorts. I rubbed up and down with my fingers, feeling how warm she was as she pressed her body against mine again and kissed my neck.

"Hmm...that feels good. But, as much as I want to continue, my hubby is flying back into town as we speak, and I can't wait to get home to him."

She stepped away from me and I watched as she pulled her top back up and tied it behind her. As she saw me sneaking one last peek at her breasts, she smiled and said, "I'd send you a picture of my tits so you always see them, but I don't know if you'd ever leave your house."

I shrugged and said, "I mean, there's worse ways to live."

Paige laughed before saying, "Don't forget to tuck your cock back in before you leave the bathroom."

I looked down at my limp cock, still sticking out of my boxers, and heard her walking out of the bathroom as I put myself away and quickly followed her out, not wanting to be caught by myself in the women's restroom. I caught Paige's eye as she made a phone call at the bar, and she blew me a kiss.

She left the bar a few minutes later, but not before coming up to me and whispering in my ear, "My hubby will be out of town next week too. You better be here."

You ever look at a girl and just know that she would be a good dick sucker?

That's how I felt about Paige. One look at her and I knew that she'd be able to blow my fucking mind with her mouth.

We had been coming to the same bar in Fort Worth, Texas, for a few years now and had developed a fun, flirty friendship. I was just recently out of a long-term, going nowhere relationship, while she was married with two young kids.

But you'd never know it with the way she dressed and acted at the bar. She loved to show off her body, get drunk, and dance. There were many times I'd be looking around the bar and see her either giving a lap dance to her husband or be up on a table, dancing and shaking her ass.

She had long blonde hair, a skinny body with breasts that defied gravity, and legs for days. I asked her once if she had a boob job done, as after two kids, they still looked like they could have belonged to a woman ten years younger. She gladly pulled down the tank top she was wearing that night, squeezed her breasts with her hands and asked, "Do they look fake?"

They did not.

Tonight, it was just her at the bar. I didn't know if her husband stayed home with the kids or if he was out of town, but he wasn't there. Not that it ever mattered to her. She would openly flirt and dance provocatively while he nursed a beer in the corner of the bar most nights.

She was wearing all black tonight, from her cowboy hat down to her boots. Her leather halter top wrapped around her neck and left her shoulders bare, with a silver buckle sitting in the center, if you could draw your eyes away from her cleavage to see it. Long strands of fringe hung from the front, swaying with every step. Her black leather shorts sat high on her waist, right below her belly button, and hugged her hips perfectly. A silver belt, matching the silver buckle of her top, was around it, part of it hanging down. They were just short enough, but I knew that if...when...she bent over, part of her ass would be showing.

"Hey, Rhett," she said to me as she walked around the bar, greeting the regulars and interrupting a few dates. "How's life?"

"Getting better, Paige, but could still use that blowjob," I responded as we clinked our beer bottles together and took a drink out of them.

When Paige found out that I had broken up with my girlfriend, she had jokingly offered to give me head to make me forget her. It was nothing unusual for her, to flirt like that and offer her body. I've known quite a few guys to leave the bar with a boner after listening to her dirty talk or have her grinding her ass on them.

I continued to keep an eye on Paige for the next few hours, as she danced and took a few shots. I knew from experience that she could handle a lot more, and usually did. For her to only have two shots and a beer, was a little unusual. I was three beers in, about what I did most nights, when I decided to walk up to her.

"So, Paige, what's going on tonight? You seem a little off."

She turned to me and giggled before saying, "Honestly, Rhett, I think I might finally give you what you want."

"What does that mean?"

She laughed as she stood up from the chair she was sitting on, finished her beer, and grabbed my hand. "Let's go."

I finished my beer as well, setting my bottle down next to hers, before following her into the women's bathroom of the bar.

"Really? In here?"

Paige pushed her body up against mine, leaned up to briefly kiss me, as one of her hands caressed my cheek and her other hand went right to my groin, rubbing my cock through my pants.

"You're not the first, but certainly the only one that has waited the longest."

"What does that mean?"

"Just shut up and let me do this," she said, kissing me again before and squatting down in front of me. I watched as she unzipped my pants, pulled the pants apart, and pulled my hardening cock out through my boxers.

She pressed it upwards, stuck her tongue out, and licked up the underside of my shaft, swirled her tongue around the tip, and repeated it a few more times as she wrapped her fingers around my shaft and started to jack me off.

"Wow," I moaned as she wrapped her lips, covered with red lipstick, around my cock, and started to bob her head up and down. She kept her hand moving at the same speed, knocking off her cowboy hat as she took more and more of me inside her mouth.

I reached down and cupped one of her breasts, squeezing it through the leather top, and causing her to moan into my mouth. As I moved my hand to her other breast, she reached behind her neck with her free hand, untied the top, and let it fall open, exposing her breasts to me.

As she continued to blow me and after I spent a moment admiring her firm breasts with erect nipples, I used my fingers to pinch and rub her nipples. I kept looking down, watching as her red lips went up and down my shaft, her tongue roaming all over it inside her mouth, and her hand kept a tight grip on my cock.

She took me out of her mouth, kept her hand going on my shaft, and said, "So, worth the wait?"

"Fuck yes. You're fucking amazing."

"I get that a lot."

"Do you ever let guys fuck you in here? Or just blow them?"

"Just blow them. Hubby is the only one that fucks my pussy."

"Damn."

Paige giggled, briefly taking me back into her mouth, swirling her tongue around my tip, and bobbing her head a few times.

"A few lucky guys have gotten to finger me. And begged to fuck me. I love to make them beg, then use my hand to finish them onto the floor."

I rubbed her nipples again before taking my hand off her breasts and moved it behind her head. She again took me out of her mouth and said, "But don't worry, I'm going to swallow your load. You're my friend, after all. And friends always swallow for friends."

"Fuck," I moaned again as she took me back into her mouth, knowing that I was getting close as she took me deep into her throat and buried her nose into my groin over and over.

She looked up at me with her beautiful blue eyes, begging me to finish, as she moved her mouth to just cover my tip. Her right hand kept going on the upper portion of my shaft while her left hand went to my balls and started to squeeze them.

"Fuck, Paige, fuck!"

I wrapped my fingers around her hair as I started to orgasm, moaning as my cock pulsed inside her mouth, and her hand pumped my cum out. I briefly closed my eyes at the start before I could open them again, and watched as she pulled her lips off my cock, and showed me all the cum on her tongue.

After using her hand to squeeze the last few drops onto her tongue, she stood up and gave me an amazing view as she swallowed my cum down her throat. I felt her grabbing onto my hand and bringing it to her groin, pressing it against her pussy through her shorts. I rubbed up and down with my fingers, feeling how warm she was as she pressed her body against mine again and kissed my neck.

"Hmm...that feels good. But, as much as I want to continue, my hubby is flying back into town as we speak, and I can't wait to get home to him."

She stepped away from me and I watched as she pulled her top back up and tied it behind her. As she saw me sneaking one last peek at her breasts, she smiled and said, "I'd send you a picture of my tits so you always see them, but I don't know if you'd ever leave your house."

I shrugged and said, "I mean, there's worse ways to live."

Paige laughed before saying, "Don't forget to tuck your cock back in before you leave the bathroom."

I looked down at my limp cock, still sticking out of my boxers, and heard her walking out of the bathroom as I put myself away and quickly followed her out, not wanting to be caught by myself in the women's restroom. I caught Paige's eye as she made a phone call at the bar, and she blew me a kiss.

She left the bar a few minutes later, but not before coming up to me and whispering in my ear, "My hubby will be out of town next week too. You better be here."