Date: Sun, 25 Apr 2010 14:09:39 EDT
From: Mikeallanb@aol.com
Subject: A Night at Emma's

A Night at Emma's by Laura  Lynn Davis, F/F/F From: "Laura Davis"
_ldavis4@hotmail.com_ (mailto:ldavis4@hotmail.com)

Emma's was crowded and I had to push my way through to  the bar. Once
there, I ordered a bottle of Sam Adams, and didn't bother asking  for a glass.
Nor was one offered. The women who drink at Emma's aren't the type  who drink
beer out of glasses.
I'd just taken my first long sip when a slim little  blonde pushed her way
through the crowd. She smiled up at me and said, "Hi,  Laura. You alone?"
I nodded. "Hi, Kate. Yeah, I'm alone. Carolyn's  history."
She grinned and unbuttoned one of my buttons so she could  slip her hand
into my denim shirt. She stood there, rubbing my belly, while we  chatted.  I
tolerated her touch  because for one memorable summer I'd been Kate's slut,
her summer fuck. I was  married at the time but Arthur was home in
Australia,  tending to some family business. He didn't come back until late August
and by  then Kate and I were no longer an item.
I sipped my beer and listened to the latest university  gossip. Kate's a
tenured professor, unusual for a woman who's still not quite  thirty-five.
She slipped her hand  down into my jeans and grinned when she discovered that
I wasn't wearing  panties.
"Ummm, let's take a walk." She tugged on my belt and I  followed her
throught the crowd to a booth in back. I didn't want to get  involved with Kate
again but my resolve was weakening at I watched her tight  little butt sway
back-and-forth.
We sat on the same side of the table, facing the room,  and she tugged on
my belt. I let her open it and unfasten my jeans. I even  lifted my bottom so
she could ease them down. The vinyl was cool under my bare  buttocks.
Within a few moments I  was bare from the waist down, my jeans folded and placed
between us. My Nikes  off. I felt myself becoming wet as I sat there with
Kate's hand tucked between  my thighs.
We talked about people we knew, things that had happened  recently,
university politics, and town government. As we talked, Kate toyed  with the
buttons on my shirt. After a few minutes she had it opened all the way.  "I think
you should dance, Laura."
I shook my head. "No, not  tonight."
She tugged on my shirt, baring my breasts. "Yes, tonight.  You know you
want to do it. You have such pretty tits. Go and let people see  them bounce."
She slid out of the booth and I followed, reluctantly.  She eased my shirt
off and folded it neatly. She fed the jukebox while I made my  way to the
small stage at the back of the room. I danced naked for thirty  minutes and
the crowd enjoyed every moment. Finally, drenched with perspiration,  I made
my way back to the booth.
Ellie, the bartender on duty, tossed me a towel and I  wiped the
perspiration off as I made my way across the room. Kate stood up as I  approached. I
slid into the booth and asked her if I could put my clothes on.  She shook
her head. "Not yet. You're the only woman I know who looks better nude  and I
want to enjoy the view a while."
Kate signaled for another round. While we were waiting  she had me ease
myself forward on the seat. Then she took an empty beer bottle  and eased the
neck into my vagina. I sat there, legs spread slightly, and let  her fuck me
with the bottle. I came with a soft sigh, my nipples hard and  pointy. Ellie
glanced at me from across the room and  winked.
We stayed for another hour and when we left I went down  on her in the
parking lot while she leaned her Lexus. I was dressed again but my  shirt was
open `cause she liked having my tits  exposed.
Ellie came out just as Kate reached orgasm. Ellie took  her place and Kate
crouched behind me, fondling my tits and pinching my nipples  while I abused
Ellie's clit with my tongue.
I drove home afterward and went to bed after a long hot  shower. It was
just another night at Emma's, no big deal. I'd be back the  following night
and no doubt I'd spend a good part of the night on my knees.  Being
submissive, with a long, strong tongue makes a person popular in certain  circles. I
drifted off to sleep wondering if I should invest in a pair of knee  pads.
The End