I did, and every time I walked up to the bar and bent over to reach something to put on my plate, I could feel my denim skirt ride up the back of my thighs and felt my tits hang out away from my chest, filling out my top.I did, and every time I walked up to the bar and bent over to reach something to put on my plate, I could feel my denim skirt ride up the back of my thighs and felt my tits hang out away from my chest, filling out my top. The kid keeping the salad bar stocked really got an eyeful and I LOVED it! In the car I offered Tim a $25 refund if he'd fuck me right there. He said he was tempted but that there were too many people, including kids, so he fingered my cunt and pinched my nipples to a tremendous orgasm for free. Ever onward and upwards we went in our little "game." Sitting home one night, complaining about the lack of anything good on TV, Timmy suggested I dress up in something sexy and go to a bar. "What about you?" I asked. "Oh, I'll be there. I'll be right behind you and I can `pick you up' like a real hooker working the hotel crowd." I'm sure the big grin on my face told him I loved the idea, as I rushed upstairs to change. Less than an hour later, I strutted into a hotel lounge in my shortest, tightest tube-dress and my highest highheels. Getting up onto a barstool without flashing everything I had was a feat in itself! Like bees to honey, I was soon approached by a parade of good-looking unattached (at least for the night!) men, buying me drinks and dancing with me. A few of them invited me to their place, or up to their room, some even hinting about my "occupation," saying things like they realized "time was money in today's world" and that was alright with them. Tim eventually made his appearance, and when he did, it was after he had had more than a few drinks. |