1. Making a Fantasy Come True at a Comedy Club


    Date: 8/18/2015, Categories: Humor, Author: CommunicationDirectr, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    someone. I looked at my watch and it was close to 10:15. There was a comedy club right next to Hanks and I asked Michelle if she was in the mood for laughs. We had already consumed several drinks and from the way Michelle danced on the dance floor, I knew she was ready for some cock. “I’m in the mood for whatever you’re in the mood for,” she replied, rubbing her hand on my crotch. I texted Jose and told him we had a change of plans and to meet us at the comedy club. Michelle and I walked into the comedy club and the place was already packed. The hostess set us up at a table on the back row with bar stools to sit on. The only thing behind us was a black curtain that hung from the ceiling. I excused myself to the restroom and texted Jose. “In the lobby,” Jose texted back. “OK,” I told Jose, “Follow my cues.” I didn’t need to say anything else. The light was dim when Jose and I walked back into the main room. I slipped on to the bar stood next to Michelle and whispered to her that “Jose from work is here.” I introduced Jose and he gave her the traditional cheek peck that all Mexicans give each other as a traditional greeting. Michelle' short mini was the perfect outfit for the night. I ordered three tequila sunrises, not because we needed them, but just as a way to insure some privacy. I tipped the waitress and we waited for the show to start. The warm-up act was flat: a young teenage fellow that didn’t get a whole lot of laughs. His twenty minute shtick allowed me the chance ...
    to get Michelle primed. I slowly ran my hand along the inside of her thighs. I slipped my hand under her short mini and as I did, she put her elbow on the table and looked at me. “Behave,” she mouthed. “No way,” I replied, pressing my finger in towards her golden honey pot. I could tell that Jose was intently watching what was transpiring under the table. I leaned over and whispered in Michelle’s ear, “Take off your panties.” “No way,” she whispered back. “You promised,” I replied. “But we have company,” Michelle responded. “He won’t say anything,” I replied, sliding my finger up under the edge of her wet panties. Michelle stood up behind the table, reached behind herself, pulled up her skirt and pulled her black lace, thong-styled panties down. She wiggled her knees, allowing them to fall down to the tops of her boots. She discreetly stepped out of them, squatted down and retrieved them for me. I stuffed them into the pocket of my jeans. I slipped off my bar stood and stood up behind Michelle. I slipped my hands around her tiny waist and down towards her erogenous zone. Michelle spread her legs and I slipped my fingers down to her slit. She lowered her head, her long blonde hair hiding her face. I looked at Jose and winked and then nodded my head. Jose slipped off his bar stool and stood right next to me. Michelle slipped off her bar stool. The bar table had a foot rest, so Michelle stepped up on the foot rest, giving both Jose and myself unfettered access to her pussy. I put ...
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