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Joan #9 we go to Chicago
Date: 9/13/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: ckbres, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories
slid of off the barstool so that her dress rose nearly up to her waist. Everyone could see she wasn't wearing panties. Joan pulled down her dress in a fake modest gesture. Her face was bright red as if she were embarrassed. I knew it was because she was getting aroused. We danced with Joan clinging to me and rubbing her breasts on my chest. After our dance I excused myself to the bartender and Joan, saying I needed to make a phone call from our room. Actually what I did was go around the lobby and into the bar from a different door. I found a table in a dark secluded corner and that had a great view of Joan on the barstool. After a few minutes I saw Joan gesturing to the bartender. She sent a drink to a handsome young man sitting by himself further down the bar. When he got it, the bartender nodded towards Joan. He looked at Joan with a smile on his face and raised his glass in acknowledgement. Joan patted the empty barstool where I had been sitting in an invitation for him to join her. He got up, moved to the barstool and introduced himself to Joan. Joan went into full flirt mode, twirling her hair, wetting her lips, touching her neck and leaning toward him and putting her hand on his leg. She crossed her legs so that her dress rose dangerously near her mound, then leaned back and thrust her breasts out. He led her toward the dance floor, a soft romantic song was playing and Joan melted into his arms. While they danced he was murmuring in her ear and running his hands up ...