The Christmas Party at My Husband’s Bar
Ok so I have told y’all that my husband is no longer a truck-driver, but has taken a job with as a manager of a bar in Nashville.
So he threw a big party there on last Friday night (can we all say yee-haw?) and so of course I had to go as the dutiful wifey…
Like a lot of bars in Nashville, it has a country-western theme, and so I put on my little denim mini and my cowboy boots.
And yep, believe it or not I can do the two-step. Comes from growing up around here.
But they had some slow dances too.
And some NICE looking cowboy types. You know, the ones that are long and tall, usually skinny as a bean-pole but all muscle?
And they all got a nice big cock too, it seems.
So I’m dancing with one of these cowboys, and I can feel his cock going down his leg and getting harder and harder.
And so I position that leg with said cock between my thighs and kind of rub it up under my miniskirt. I could feel the rough fabric of his jeans with his cock underneath, pressing right against my wet shaved pussy… right through those thin silk panties.
I could have fucked him right there on the dance floor, I got so hot and bothered…
There’s more to the story, but I will save the rest for my phonesex callers 
