1. Nip Slips


    Date: 9/28/2016, Categories: Quickie Sex, Author: jaycox, Rating: 17, Source: LushStories

    As she reached across the bar for her drink, Shawna's big, pink aureole peeped over the top of the loose, white, silk camisole she wore. She turned slightly to her right to grab some money for her drink out of her Louis Vuitton wrist bag, and her pink nipple delicately followed its aureole. The bartender grinned in appreciation, but he wasn't the intended target for this showing of her prime real estate. Jimmy Murphy, one seat to her right at the bar, had been tracking her popping nipple for the last half-hour. As Shawna darted about like a hummingbird seeking nectar, pecking a friend's cheek here, hugging a friend there, Jimmy had gotten hard. She worked the crowd this way every Friday night and Jerry Cotton, the owner of "Cotton's Club", ought to have paid her to show up. A host of guys came every Friday just to see her and find out if they had won her raffle for the evening. Shawna was damned serious about her nip slips. They were part entertainment for the crowd, part titillation for her and a tool of conquest she had sharpened to a keen edge. Nip slips made her slit dampen as she flaunted her pointed nips and popped her booty to the DJ's booming selections. Mostly they were aimed at trolling and hooking a conquest for her Friday night, legendary sexual needs. From a teenager on, Shawna had discovered flashing nips as a surefire way of getting any guy she wanted. Selectively applied, enveloped in her sexy persona, with graceful moves, soft voice, flaming red hair and ...
    piercing green eyes, the nipple flash was the closer for dozens of seductions. She split up more than one couple, some that had been together for years. It was her game of games. Some played video games in a fantasy world; she played for the real thing. Some captured fairy princesses from the dragons; she captured men and saved them from the humdrum of boring sex, worn out affairs, and those porn-addicted weekends of hand-cranked euphoria. She closed the gap on her prey. "Hi, I'm Shawna," she said to Jimmy. "I see you here pretty often, don't I?" As she queried him, she leaned forward to pick up a bar napkin and her right breast came perilously close to escaping the confines of the camisole. She bumped into Jimmy's arm with that breast just a bit, but it was enough. Jimmy flinched like he'd been branded in a Texas cattle roundup, pulling his arm back with wide-open, frightened eyes. "What? Uh, sorry I didn't mean to bump into..." Shawna finished the sentence for him. "My tit? Don't worry. You might say I aimed wrong. I wanted to smack the palm of your hand, not your elbow. I'll bet you can aim better than that and always hit a girl's target, right?" She laughed out loud at that and Jimmy turned beet red from embarrassment. She leaned in closer to his ear and with a breathy exhalation she whispered into his ear, "That tit needs a man's lips, and she has a sister in need too. You wouldn't let them suffer now, would you, babe?" Jimmy Murphy had no clue what to say next. At his age ...
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