Date: Wed, 9 Mar 2005 11:29:40 EST
From: DONROUTER2@aol.com
Subject: PATTY'S PUB (St. Patrick's Day Special) bisexual-encounters

It was Saint Patrick's Day, and I was in Boston on business. But my
business wasn't going very well, and my love life. . .wasn't. I was
feeling, as they say in the South, "Lower than the belly of a snake in a
wheel rut."

I looked out my hotel room window and saw that it was snowing, nice big
white flakes covering the city streets and making them into a beautiful
panorama of softness and light. I decided it might cheer me up to take a
walk in the snow, something we saw little of in El Paso, where I was
from. I put on my overcoat and some gloves, and trudged through the hotel
lobby, drawing unbelieving stares from the desk clerk and the few guests
huddled around a fake fireplace for warmth.

Outside, it was even more glorious than I had pictured it from my
window. The snow, though not of blizzard intensity, was falling steadily,
and my head and shoulders were soon whiter than we used to see on the Head
& Shoulders shampoo commercials.

I walked along the street, my spirits rising as I looked around and enjoyed
the quieting hush that comes over a city when it snows. About a block from
my hotel, upon turning a corner, I came upon a tavern. It was just like the
one in the TV show, "Cheers," only this one's neon sign said, "Patty's
Pub."

I thought that a little odd since most Irish Patricks' names were usually
"Paddy." in my experience. As I drew near, I could hear the friendly sounds
of the bar, some music playing and the voices of people having a good time
celebrating this favorite holiday of the Irish and almost any American who
chooses to enjoy the "Wearin' o' the Green." I decided that a mug of green
beer would be refreshing, so I went in to "Patty's Pub" and saw that the
place was packed, and indeed, they were having a good time.

Nobody particularly noticed me, but I received no negative stares either,
so I took a seat at a vacant table in a corner, away from all the hubbub
around the bar itself.  A cute young waitress approached and asked what I
would like to drink. I ordered my green beer and leered at her as she
flounced away, her short skirt bouncing nicely over well-rounded
buttocks. When she bent over to place my beer on the table I got a glimpse
of lovely young breasts, not large, but like delicious looking ice cream
cones. Her smile was warm, but not inviting, so I said nothing of what was
on my mind.

As I sat back and looked around Patty's Pub, I noticed that quite a few men
were gathered around one end of the bar where a strikingly beautiful woman
of about thirty was holding court. She was joking and joshing with the men,
and they seemed mesmerized by her beauty and charm. She wore a green silky
dress, and her hair was an auburn color, full around her face and down to
her shoulders. She was full-figured, but not fat, obviously a mature woman,
but one who had plenty of life left in her.

 I drank down my first beer and signaled to the cute young waitress for
another, then nursed the second one while I soaked in the friendly ambience
of the place and listened to the jokes and stories I could pick up from the
tables around me.

I must have been on my third or fourth beer, and the place had quieted down
somewhat as the crowd thinned out and the "regulars" kept their appointed
places at the bar. It surprised me to look up and see the woman who had
been at the bar earlier standing right in front of me. She asked if she
could join me, and I said that I would be honored to have her sit down. She
already had a glass of whiskey in her hand, so I didn't offer to buy her a
drink.

She said she had noticed me sitting there all alone, and thought I looked
lonely. I admitted that I was a bit down, being from out of town, and not
feeling very good about how my business was going. She introduced herself
and "Patty," and I realized that it was her name that was on the sign
outside, not a male "Paddy" such as I would have expected.

Patty told me that she had inherited the bar from her father, but that she
had changed the name to make it more modern and to indicate that it was a
bit different and upbeat than it had been in the past.

When Patty crossed her legs, I had just a quick glimpse up between her
thighs and thought I caught a peek at the green panties she was wearing
under her green satin dress. She also wore a low cut blouse that revealed
her full breasts when she bent over to pat me on the leg, expressing her
understanding of my situation.

When I finished my beer, I had to go to the bathroom, so I excused
myself. I had a hard on and tried to hide it from Patty as I got up from my
chair, but I sensed her staring at it nevertheless. It had gone down when I
returned to the table, and I was pleasantly surprised to see that Patty was
still there, and had ordered a whiskey for each of us.

I was feeling slightly tipsy by then, and when I became a bit flirtatious
with Patty, she again surprised me by responding in kind, giving me the
impression that she liked me almost as much as I liked her. We sat and
chatted for a long time as the bar emptied out and we were left alone with
just the bartender and the young waitress cleaning up.

As we finished our last drinks of the evening, Patty looked at me
sympathetically and told me she hated the thought of my going home to a
lonely hotel room by myself. She said she would be pleased if I would come
by her apartment for just a few minutes for a "nightcap" and some more
conversation. She said she found me interesting to talk to, and stroked my
hand and arm affectionately as she said so.

I willingly accepted her invitation, and we left the bar, saying good night
to the bar tender and the young waitress who had been serving us our
drinks. Patty's apartment, it turned out, was right above the bar, so we
just had to go out onto the street and up the stairs of the next doorway.

Her apartment turned out to be a cozy place, well decorated and feeling
homey and warm, especially to me, having spent a lot of time lately in
hotel rooms with their generic hotel room decor. Patty had me sit down
while she got us our "nightcaps," which consisted of some fine brandy, as I
learned when I tasted it.  I chose to sit on a couch with soft cushions and
plenty of room for both us to be seated comfortably, not close if we didn't
want to be.

But when Patty returned with the drinks, she sat down as close to me as she
could, and after toasting each other we sat quietly, sipping our
brandy. Patty looked so beautiful in the soft light of her living room, and
I told her so. She seemed to blush, but didn't demur when I bent down and
placed a soft kiss on her cheek. As I did, she turned her face toward me
and my kiss moved from her cheek to her lips, which were warm and soft,
opening easily to my probing tongue, and responding with the tip of her own
tongue meeting mine in an oh, so friendly gesture.

Our kiss became more passionate as I reached up and placed my right hand on
her breast, feeling the soft flesh beneath her blouse. She was not wearing
a bra, which had been made clear to me at the bar, when her nipples pushed
out against her silky blouse while we were visiting. We continued kissing
as I moved my hand down to her knees and began to work my way up inside her
thighs, noticing that they spread easily the higher I went.

While I was beginning my exploration of Patty's nether regions she deftly
unbuttoned her blouse to reveal her ample mammaries, which invited my mouth
as though I were her little baby boy. I sucked on one nipple after the
other, feeling them swell in my mouth and press out so that they felt like
little penises between my lips.

As I nursed on her breasts, my hand finally found it way to the "crux" of
the matter, and I was definitely surprised to discover that Patty was not
wearing panties after all! Had she removed them when she went to fix our
drinks? As I managed to work her skirt up over her hips to reveal her pussy
to my lustful gaze, I saw that she had not been wearing panties in the
first placed. She had colored her pubic hair green!!!

She giggled at my discovery, and I had to laugh at myself for not
suspecting the truth when I saw the green flashing between her thighs
throughout the course of the evening. She said she did this every year as
her sort of St. Patrick's Day joke.  It was a cute idea, but I had to admit
that even though I thoroughly enjoy nestling my nose in pubic hair, and
while I like a hot, juicy pussy, the idea of burying myself in a green bush
wasn't as much of a turn-on.

Patty was amused by my shyness in the face of her green bush, so she said
maybe it would be a good idea to shave off her pubic hair so I could really
get at the "meat" of the matter, so to speak. We went into the bathroom,
and after Patty watched me pee, admiring my semi-hard penis as I did, she
sat down on the toilet seat and spread her legs open. She handed me a
scissors with which I cut the longest locks of pussy hair off (sticking few
strands into my pocket as a keepsake). When the hair was short enough to
shave, she pointed out her shaving cream and disposable razor.

She had the same kind of shaving soap I use (lime flavored Edge), so I was
familiar with the way a little bubble of the stuff spread out into a nice,
foamy covering. I covered Patty's green pubic hair with Edge, and then
proceeded to carefully shave her pubic mound, removing all traces of hair
on the mound, down to the sweet slit, and around her thighs. Patty wasn't
hirsute, but she had a nice covering that was fun to shave off.

When I finished shaving her I took a warm cloth and cleaned off the excess
soap, revealing a sweet, childish looking cunny that begged to be kissed
and licked. But when I bent down to taste her new, clean pussy, she pushed
me away and suggested we would be more comfortable in her bedroom.

I followed her there like a puppy dog in heat, shedding my clothing as I
went, not caring where each piece fell. By the time we got to Patty's bed
we were both naked, and she plopped down on her back, spreading her legs
open and inviting me to kneel between them and take a good look at my
handiwork.

Her pussy was so beautiful! The puffy, pink pubic mound looked like a young
girl's peach shaped pussy, no hair, only soft, smooth flesh. As I moved my
fingers up and spread the outer lips, Patty wriggled her bottom and
encouraged me with sighs and moans that were as stimulating to me as the
sight before my eyes.

Inside her outer lips, which were quite generous, was another set of inner
lips that easily opened when I slipped my finger in between them. She was
lifting up her butt cheeks, so I put my hands under them and bent my face
into her spreading honey pot, licking at the outer and inner lips, then
finding her clit, which protruded proudly under the hood of her vulva.

Mmmm, the taste was sweet upon my tongue and lips as I sucked hungrily at
this beautiful woman's cunt while she moved sensuously beneath me and
pressed my head into her vagina with both her hands.

I had just come up for air, my face coated in Patty's pussy juice, when I
heard the sound of somebody coming into the apartment. I looked up,
panicking at the possibility that is was a husband or lover who would
object to my being there. But before I could move away from my place of
pleasure, Patty cheerfully greeted the intruders (there were two of them)
and introduced me to her sister and her sister's boyfriend, who happened to
be the waitress and bartender from Patty's Pub.

They didn't demur in the least at finding us in this blatantly sexual
position, but instead, proceeded to remove their clothing and join us on
the bed. Patty's sister came and gave me a sweet kiss on the mouth, letting
her tongue slide in as she tasted her sister's pussy juice.

Bob, the bartender went and knelt at Patty's head, proffering his penis to
Patty's open and inviting mouth. She licked and sucked on his cock with
eager abandon, and seemed to enjoy it as much as I had enjoyed sucking on
her pussy.

Patty's sister, Penney, moved me back from Patty's pussy and reached down
to grab my cock, which she lavished with licks before guiding into her
sister's pussy with gentle, loving hands. While my cock slid easily into
Patty's cunt, Penney moved around behind me and began kissing and licking
my ass cheeks, ending up at the anal juncture and then taking my low
hanging balls into her mouth.

Needless to say, this caused an immediate reaction from my already excited
body, and I shot my wad of creamy semen into Patty's cunt after only a few
strokes. Patty responded by writhing in a pleasurable orgasm just as Bob's
cock spewed its seed into Patty's mouth and onto her face.

As I rolled off Patty and lay exhausted by her side, Penney crawled up
between her sister's legs and cleaned up our combined cum and pussy
juice. Bob knelt over my face and leg his cock and balls hang down, his
cock still semi-hard after his cum in Patty's face. I reached up and played
with Bob's cock and balls, eventually licking and sucking on them as he
began to fuck my face. I was pleased to take his cum when he spurted again
after just a few minutes.

About the time he came on my face, Penney mounted my cock and rode to a
glorious climax, causing me to have a second cum as well, something I
rarely do.

You can imagine the other positions and arrangements we made during the
course of the rest of the night. Suffice it to say this was the happiest
St. Patrick's Day of my life. "Erin go bra". . .less!

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