A Night at Emma's by Laura Lynn Davis, F/F/F From: "Laura Davis" ldavis4@hotmail.com (mailto:ldavis4@hotmail.com)
Emma's was crowded and I had to push my way through to the bar. Once there, I ordered a bottle of Sam Adams, and didn't bother asking for a glass. Nor was one offered. The women who drink at Emma's aren't the type who drink beer out of glasses. I'd just taken my first long sip when a slim little blonde pushed her way through the crowd. She smiled up at me and said, "Hi, Laura. You alone?" I nodded. "Hi, Kate. Yeah, I'm alone. Carolyn's history." She grinned and unbuttoned one of my buttons so she could slip her hand into my denim shirt. She stood there, rubbing my belly, while we chatted. I tolerated her touch because for one memorable summer I'd been Kate's slut, her summer fuck. I was married at the time but Arthur was home in Australia, tending to some family business. He didn't come back until late August and by then Kate and I were no longer an item. I sipped my beer and listened to the latest university gossip. Kate's a tenured professor, unusual for a woman who's still not quite thirty-five. She slipped her hand down into my jeans and grinned when she discovered that I wasn't wearing panties. "Ummm, let's take a walk." She tugged on my belt and I followed her throught the crowd to a booth in back. I didn't want to get involved with Kate again but my resolve was weakening at I watched her tight little butt sway back-and-forth. We sat on the same side of the table, facing the room, and she tugged on my belt. I let her open it and unfasten my jeans. I even lifted my bottom so she could ease them down. The vinyl was cool under my bare buttocks. Within a few moments I was bare from the waist down, my jeans folded and placed between us. My Nikes off. I felt myself becoming wet as I sat there with Kate's hand tucked between my thighs. We talked about people we knew, things that had happened recently, university politics, and town government. As we talked, Kate toyed with the buttons on my shirt. After a few minutes she had it opened all the way. "I think you should dance, Laura." I shook my head. "No, not tonight." She tugged on my shirt, baring my breasts. "Yes, tonight. You know you want to do it. You have such pretty tits. Go and let people see them bounce." She slid out of the booth and I followed, reluctantly. She eased my shirt off and folded it neatly. She fed the jukebox while I made my way to the small stage at the back of the room. I danced naked for thirty minutes and the crowd enjoyed every moment. Finally, drenched with perspiration, I made my way back to the booth. Ellie, the bartender on duty, tossed me a towel and I wiped the perspiration off as I made my way across the room. Kate stood up as I approached. I slid into the booth and asked her if I could put my clothes on. She shook her head. "Not yet. You're the only woman I know who looks better nude and I want to enjoy the view a while." Kate signaled for another round. While we were waiting she had me ease myself forward on the seat. Then she took an empty beer bottle and eased the neck into my vagina. I sat there, legs spread slightly, and let her fuck me with the bottle. I came with a soft sigh, my nipples hard and pointy. Ellie glanced at me from across the room and winked. We stayed for another hour and when we left I went down on her in the parking lot while she leaned her Lexus. I was dressed again but my shirt was open `cause she liked having my tits exposed. Ellie came out just as Kate reached orgasm. Ellie took her place and Kate crouched behind me, fondling my tits and pinching my nipples while I abused Ellie's clit with my tongue. I drove home afterward and went to bed after a long hot shower. It was just another night at Emma's, no big deal. I'd be back the following night and no doubt I'd spend a good part of the night on my knees. Being submissive, with a long, strong tongue makes a person popular in certain circles. I drifted off to sleep wondering if I should invest in a pair of knee pads. The End