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The Good Samaritan

Date: 7/27/2015, Categories: Cheating, Author: Bob_6, Rating: 10, Source: LushStories

exactly where I did last week, and as I looked down the street I noticed the people carrier further down. I got out and there was a guy outside smoking. I went past him and felt his stare on me as I walked through the door. The place was not as busy as last week; I looked around and saw Dave sat at a table on his own. He looked up and his eyes popped out of his head. He stood up and said, "Well hello sexy, come on over." He beckoned me over with his hand; I was a bit disappointed as his black friend was not there, I strolled over and said, "On your lonesome are we?" He came around the table and gave me a kiss on the lips and said, "Let me get you a drink, what would you like?" I sat down and started to feel that all I did earlier was a bit of a waste of time. I looked up and said, "Whiskey double on the rocks." I wanted to either drown or just get pissed and fuck Dave again on his own, which wasn't a bad thing as I knew he was more than capable of fucking me to multiple orgasms. Dave came back with my drink; he still had half a pint on the table. He came round and sat back down. He looked at me and in a whisper he said, "Fuckin' hell you look great." I didn't want to ask him straight out but needed to know. So I asked again, "You on your own then, no mates?" He stared at me, like he was in a trance, and said, "Fuck, you're beautiful." He took a long swig of his drink and said, "I was going home too, as it got a bit boring in here tonight. You just missed Don he went home just ... a few minutes ago. It was just the two of us tonight. I hung back cause the bar owner wanted a word with me." I asked, "Don… which one's that, did I see him last week?" Dave sat back in his chair and looked up as he said, "Yeah, you saw him; he's the quite one of us three. He's a year younger than me but is very shy, the black guy. His real name is Stan, but we've all called him Don, ever since school days." My ears perked up and I wanted to know more, I asked, "So he's not coming back?" Dave leant forward and grabbed his drink; he looked at it and said, "Nah, as I said he's just left. He only lives across the street." Dave finished his drink and asked, "Would you like another or are we out of here?" I still had half of my drink left; I still felt disappointed and cheated, so I stood and necked down my whiskey in one and said, "Let's go." He said, “Let me let the owner know that I’ll come and see him later. As we both walked out I felt several eyes from around the bar, they bore into me; I didn't mind that one bit. We got outside, he turned and looked at me and said, "It was Don's car, I don't have the keys." I smiled and said, "You said he only lives across the street." I looked over to the other side and scanned the properties from left to right, I asked, "So which one's his?" Dave had a bit of a queried look on his face as he said, "I'm not sure he's on his own." My smile broadened and asked, "Well let’s go and find out shall we?" He took hold of my hand and led me across ...