My husband was going to be late at work, and the kid was with his grandparents for the weekend. Quite bored at home, I was fantasizing about the taste of old monk in my mouth – a large one.
Dressed in my red tank top and black micromini, I headed towards the local ale house. As expected, it was packed, over flowing with rich men from all over the town – rich college kids, rich bachelors, rich and bored husbands, rich consultants, and my favorite – men-in-uniforms. But I was in no mood to flirt, just needed to gulp my drink down and get outta the place.
But the door-monkey wouldn’t lemme in – I had forgotten my ID at home. Gratifying as it was, I’d have preferred to have had it on me. Of course, he had seen me quite a few times before, so he willingly made a deal. I flashed. The door-monkey was happy.
While I was sucking hard on the delicate piece of lime, these two men came from nowhere and started talking to me…dirty stuff…said I looked untaken and ready for a lay. My indifference towards their blather made them even more pushy. One of them even tried to cup my tits from behind. Quite outraged, I tossed my drink on his face and got up to go to the ladies room.
Inside I looked at the mirror and pondered whether I was really giving out the impression of ‘user- friendliness’, when suddenly I realized my nipples were erect and were fairly visible through my bra. I tried to rub them with water, but they stood rigid and upright. May be that’s what made those men get the wrong idea. May be they thought I was hungry for some whipped cream myself!!