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It was late. After a long day at the convention I thought I'd try my luck at the bar. I slipped into my shortest hot pink trunks, left everything else behind, and padded down to the lobby.
The Wet Bar was known for loose women and looser men, in a town already known for the same. This wouldn't take me long. I wasn't picky.
Turning the final corner, the lights grew dimmer. An indistinct techno beat, bass heavy, permeated the air. Skin and water shimmered under neon blue light. The round counter of the bar rose from the center of the sprawling shallow pool, people of all types leaning against it, voices low, with many already voiceless and quiet against the outer edges of the pool, bodies exploring each other, already coupled for the night.
The bartender recognized me and my drink was ready at an open space. The pool warmed me from without, the booze from within.
I had seen her earlier in the week. She was a charmless, vacant vixen. Petite, attractive in an objective way, but bored of life in a way that made her herself boring. There was a totally new fire in her tonight.
So there she was again, directly across from me under the dim light. Framed by braided blue pigtails, eyes shut, her pouty mouth was making passionate love to a thick juicy burger held delicately in her well manicured hands. Leaning lazily against the bar, the sides of her slender arms embraced her thick juicy tits, squeezing them together on the counter like two ripe cantaloupes as she engulfed her meal. As she finished the last bite, her vibrant green eyes flashed open.
Long lashes fluttered as she evaluated prospects around the bar. She landed on me and held eye contact as she sucked the grease slowly off each individual finger. Without breaking eye contact, her lips found the thick straw rising out of the gigantic margarita on the counter beside her, sucking it nearly dry in one long breath.
I caught the bartender passing by with a finger on his firm bicep. Looking from his eyes to hers and back, "send her another for me?"
"Which, the burger or the margarita?"
He nodded, then leaned in.
"You're going to have your hands full with that one," conspiratorially.
"She's been pounding those back all day. Hell, all week."
"Send for me if you need another pair of hands." This last part, almost a whisper, his lips almost on my ear. I could taste the sugar on his breath. I watched his ass bounce in the confines of his red speedo as he strutted over to prepare the order.
Biting my lip, I glanced back across at her. She was still watching me. Placing both hands under the swell of the margarita, she tipped it to her lips and downed it to the last drop. Licking her lips, she leaned back into the water, bouncing, cleaning the sugar and grease off her face and tits. Putting her elbows back on the table, she adjusted her braids over her slim shoulders, brushed the water off her bulging funbags. Standing in the warm blue water of the pool, I could see nothing of her below that - but based on what I could see of her petite frame, her private bacchanalia didn't seem to be sticking. And with that, her next order arrived.
Her shocking green eyes lit up as the bartender slid another huge burger and margarita over to her. She eyed me over appreciatively, and dug in. I don't know how it was still possible but she was absolutely ravenous. The burger was disappearing before my eyes. She was not neat this time. Bits of grease and meat were slipping through her delicate fingers and glistening on her shelf of breasts. Eyes shut in rapture, bite after bite, she was like a woman possessed. And like that it was gone.
Her eyes fluttered back open, mouth agape, chest heaving, breathing heavily like she had just powered through a climax. She caught her straw in her lips, drinking slowly as she began to catch her breath. With a great sigh of relief, she looked up at me with a big mischievous grin. She cupped both thick juicy tits in her slender hands, lifted them to her lips, and licked herself clean. I was practically bursting out of my trunks. She rested them back down on the counter between her elbows, squeezing them toward me, one hand playing with a braid, and the other hand beckoned me. I slammed back the last of my drink and stepped back from the bar.
Under the dim blue light I picked my way through the crowd of warm bodies in the warm water toward the other side of the bar. And there she was. She was leaning back against the bar, arms draped lazily over the counter, her slender fingers playing with the water, her juicy melons bouncing on the surface of it, all of her bouncing slightly with the beat. She was a vision.
I approached, leaning with my side against the bar. "Hi. I'm Will."
She turned her head to the side, blue braids flipping over her shoulder. "Nikki. A pleasure, I'm sure."
Her voice was rich, playful. She was measuring me up, eyes dancing over my tall frame, thin build, tightly muscled. They caught on the top pair of abs visible above the water. She bit her lip. "Do you have the full set?"
She smirked, twirling around, backed up against me, and began moving again to the beat. I leaned against her, taking her shoulders in my strong hands, her round little bubblebutt brushing against my throbbing member as she bounced from one foot to the other.
"Mmm...Will, it feels like you have quite the appetite…" she purred, grinding her ass against me.
"Nothing close to yours I'd say, that was quite the performance," I murmur against her neck, massaging her clavicles. "I don't know where you're putting it all, you skinny little minx."
Guiding my left hand to her full left breast, massaging it with my hand "All the right places Will, no?" Her breath catches as I thumb her nipple, hard as a diamond, my cock twitching against her bouncing ass in response. "I'll take that as a yes," she purrs breathily, her right hand sliding behind her along my abs, slipping under my trunks and taking the length of my throbbing member in her slender hand. My breath catches as I breathe heavily on her neck.
"Come on, boy," she whispers, leading me by the cock toward the outer edge of the pool. While my left hand still massages her ripe melon under her hand, my right slips along her shoulder, down her slender side, to rest on a hip much fleshier than I'd expected.
"Feels like your perfect tits aren't the only place all your hard work is going, Nikki," I murmur playfully, spreading my fingers to sink them into a full handful of bulging lovehandle.
"It doesn't seem like you mind Will," she giggles as my cock twitches again beneath her grasping hand.
"I like my women with some meat on their bones," I say breathily, nibbling her neck, both my hands kneading full handfuls of yielding flesh.
"Well let me assure you, I have more than enough meat to satiate your every desire," she purred, reaching the edge of the pool where a wide deep set of stairs ascends out of the water. Releasing her hold on me and pushing me away playfully, she puts her back against the warm surface of the bottom steps. Slowly, teasingly, her slender arms reach out of the water and behind her back to untie her bikini top. Her full round tits bounce free of their confines, bobbing on the surface of the water, losing none of their perkiness, nipples erect. Her arms settle down on the surface of the water and in each hand she takes one of her perfect breasts, aiming them toward me like fleshy zeppelins. "Come here Will."
Biting my lip, we lock eyes as I glide through the water to her as if in a trance. Two feet before I reach her, my questing hands come to rest on a great sphere of flesh. Mouth agape, my fingers sinking in, tracing the outline of the perfect globe.
"Oh my God Nikki! How far along are you?"
"I'm not pregnant, Will...just been eating good. It's not too much...is it?" she pouts,face dropping a bit.
"Not at all," I counter quickly, " this," reaching to hold as much of her underbelly as I can fit in my arms, "this - you're incredible! Just how well have you been eating?"
"This well," she whispers, slowly heaving herself to the next step, the top of her belly rising out of the water like a whale breaching as she leans back. My jaw drops in shock. My eyes dance again from her thin pouty face, to her slender well-defined shoulders and arms, to her thick perky tits...to a massive shelf of belly actually pushing them up slightly. Kneeling on the step below her, I reach my arms wide to grab the sides of her globular gut, kneading her plush flesh to feel the tightly packed ball of her stomach beneath.
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