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Get Sauced at Wings! (07 June 2010)

Kalasandra slowed her big boat of a car as she approached the sign and neon lights indicating she had reach her destination. Wings Bar and Restaurant was just ahead on her right-hand side. She took a deep breath and put on her turn signal.

Ed said to be there at 10:30 P.M., she was about 10 minutes early so she pulled around to the rear of the parking lot. Parking near the lone light pole, but not so close that she sat in the spot light or that there where many other cars near hers. She needed these few minutes to herself before going in.

She turned on the interior lights so she could give her hair and makeup one last critical look. After touching up her eyeliner she decided that she looked the part he wished her to look for this special occasion. She had dressed in a hunter green suede skirt with a matching blazer, thigh high tan colored suede boots and matching purse completed the outfit. She guessed she looked the part for this country western bar.

Kalasandra turned off the interior light of the car to make the final adjustments to her "outfit," additions he wanted her to make right before entering. Unbuttoning the top couple of buttons on her blazer allowed it to open up enough for her lush breasts to swell forth.

With breasts bared, she reached into her bag and pulled out the set of nipple clamps he'd given her to wear on this night. The small gold clasps gleamed even in the dim light coming into the car from the light pole. She tried convincing herself that it was the cool air that now seemed to be filling the car that had made both dusky rose nipples pearl up into hard little nubs, and not the thought of what all was to come. She quickly attached both clamps, inhaling slightly after each one took hold of one of her nipples, the gold chain that connected the two clamps dangled freely between her large otherwise free breasts. She buttoned the blazer back up, leaving just the very top button undone, so that a generous amount of cleavage is hinted at but not so much that she looked like a street walker.

She inhaled deeply, trying to calm herself a bit before putting the rest of the things in her bag to use, but only succeeding in making her head reel a bit more when her hard nipples brushed innocently against the soft suede of the blazer. Pearly white teeth bite down on her lower lip to contain the string of foul words she was about too utter.

A glance at the dash clock brought more obscene words to mind when she noticed that she now had less than five minutes to finish getting ready and get in there. Kalasandra wasted little time now. Planting her feet wide apart she lifted herself so that her bottom was a couple of inches above the seat. With a quick glance around to make sure that she was still unobserved, she quickly tugged her black lace panties down to her knees. The slim fingers of her left-hand reaching up between her creamy white thighs to gently open her already slightly swollen, slick lips. She used her right hand to grope around in the hand bag till she finally finds it, the size and shape of an egg, the remote operated vibrator. Her fingers tremble slightly as they glide over the cool smooth metal. She can only imagine when he might decide to put this to use.

Taking a steadying breath, she grasped the vibrator and brought it up between her thighs. She was feeling a bit naughty to be doing even just this while parked in a country western bar parking lot. A tingle of anticipation danced along her nerve ends as the hard cold metal came in contact with tender flesh. She shivered as she ran the vibrator along her glistening pussy lips, getting it ready before applying enough pressure for it to slide into her. She was thankful for all the time she had spent doing Kegal exercises, it really came in handy at times.

Kalasandra really did cuss this time when she looked toward the dash clock, 10:29. She pulled the lace panties back up and quickly tugged her skirt back into place. "Here we go." She thought as she opened her door and got out of the car. She leaned in and grabbed her hand bag, tossing her keys inside. The sounds of the country band playing in the bar drifted out over the parking lot to her.

As she reached the door a "cow boy" came stumbling out just as she was about to reach for the handle. He caught himself just in time to keep from running right into her. She had to giggle a little when he suddenly stood up strait and said "Howdy, Mam!" with a shit eating grin on his face. She smiled and thanked him for holding the door open for her.

She stepped into the bar, stopping for a moment to glance around. There where a couple of guys standing around the pool table located about 10 feet in front of her. The seemed to be enjoying the game while teasing each other about who lose and have to buy the next round. To the far left of her was the entrance to what appeared to be the dinning room. A sign above the entrance announced it as "Redneck Ave." Kalasandra turned to her right and moved to the large horse shoe shaped bar. After a moment she moved to the stool he had instructed her to take. Third stool to the right of the service station, where the waitresses came to pick up their drink orders. She wondered briefly why he had specified that she sit in that stool.

Kalasandra smiled warmly at the rather nice looking guy behind the bar that came over to get her drink order. She ordered a strawberry daiquiri as she settled herself on the stool and had a better look around the bar. She had never been here before and felt a little uncomfortable with showing up by herself. The guys playing pool didn't help matters all that much when they started nudging each other and grunting while openly staring at her.

She quickly turned on her stool and looked across the bar, directly into his eyes. A smile spread across her face at the familiar face. She had known Ed would be here, it was part of their game, but still she was happy to see his face among all the strangers. She wanted to get up and move to the empty stool beside him, but that wasn't part of the game. Instead she smiled again at the bar tender when he came back with her drink and slid a five-dollar bill across the bar to him. She watched him walk over to the glowing computerized cash register. She smiled and raised her eye brows a bit as she took in the view of his back side in the well worn tight jeans. "Nice ass." She thought. But it was the saying on the back of his shirt that really got her to giggle, "Get Sauced at Wings!", well she didn't know about getting sauced, but she was sure that she would end up soaked before she left this bar.

Her attention was brought jarringly back across the bar when she felt the sudden purring of the egg-shaped vibrator that was buried deeply within her. It startled her so much that she almost knocked her drink over. She looked over at him, her hazel eyes wide. She couldn't believe it, he was sitting there playing with the vibrator's remote and looking around like he was perfectly innocent. As quickly as he had started it up, the vibrations stopped. She blinked a couple of times to clear the dazed look that must have come across her face. She glanced around, checking to see if anyone noticed the sudden intake of breath that had made her dainty nostrils flare. Her fair cheeks reddened a bit when she noticed that the bar tender was back with her change. She smiled again when he set the bills on the bar in front of her and thanked him again for the drink.

She picked up her glass, sipping from the straw, as she gave Ed a look across the bar. He only smiled back and tipped his empty beer glass at her. With nothing to do except to wait for the next assault on her already frazzled senses, she twirled her stool around to face the pool table and dining room so that she could watch those dancing to the toe tapping tune the band was just finishing up.

Kalasandra finished her drink quickly, the slushy drink helping to cool her and her thoughts, and turned back toward the bar to order another. A little bit of liquid courage sure wasn't going to hurt her tonight. She still couldn't believe that he had talked her into this one. The bar tender appeared seemingly from no where to ask her if she wanted another. Just as she was about to answer, one of the guys that had been playing pool when she entered moved up beside her and answered for her. "Put it on my tab, Bill. I'm going to talk this lady into dancing with me. She'll need it to help dull the pain of me stepping on her toes." Kalasandra looked up at the nice looking guy and smiled, ready to gently turn him down, when suddenly the vibrator pulsed from deep within her once again. She looked quickly over to Ed, only to find him smiling and nodding his head giving her the OK to dance with this stranger. Taking a steading breath, she smiled once again back up at the stranger. "Thank you. I'd love to dance."

Slipping from the stool, onto slightly wobbly legs, she followed the stranger around the pool table and out onto the dance floor. A slow dance had just begun playing as she slipped into his arms. They danced around the dance floor with several other couples and she was relieved when Ed brought the vibrator to a low hum allowing her to concentrate on her two stepping. They talked a bit, just exchanging niceties, while they danced. She blushed and apologized to him when it was she that ended up stepping on his toes as a result of Ed's toying with the remote. They parted at the end of the song with her thanking him for the dance and quickly making her way back to the bar stool. She could feel several sets of eyes watching her cross the room, knowing that they were looking at her erect nipples that pressed against the supple suede jacket. The movement from dancing had kept her nipples in constant contact with her jacket, the clamps only helping to show case just how hard her nipples had become.

She was more out of breath from the assault on every nerve ending than from the dancing, but she used that as an excuse when she was approached for another dance. She settled herself back on the bar stool to see what else Ed had in mind for her already tortured body. She didn't have to wait long.

Bill, the friendly bar tender, reached up under the bar and flipped the switch to turn on the glass washer. Suddenly the stool she was sitting on began to hum slightly causing the egg-shaped vibrator to hum in response. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes as she was assaulted once again. Now she knew why Ed told her exactly where to sit and why he chose the stool he had. He had a clear view of her face and was able to increase the vibrations and decrease them to prolong his torture on her. When the bar tender started washing the bar glasses, the vibrations of the stool increased as well, doubling the sensations. Her already slick pussy pulsed to the rhythm set and controlled unwittingly by the bar tender. Ed increased the speed of the vibrator each time the bar tender put another glass into the washing unit. Kalasandra gripped the edge of the bar with both hands, her knuckles turning white as she tried to hold on for this wild ride. By the time Bill had finished washing the few glasses, Kalasandra was very near the edge of a raging orgasm. Her vision was clouded, her breath coming in short little bursts by the time he reached back under the bar and flipped the switch that turned off the device. Ed powered down the vibrator to a low hum, keeping her on the edge but not allowing her that tiny bit more that would send her over into the abyss.

Kalasandra couldn't move, she knew that even the slightest movement would cause the jacket to graze an erect nipple. A shifting of weight on the stool would bring pressure to her already throbbing clit, and she would be lost. She was taking deep breaths to steady her heart beat and try to force her body back into control when she felt someone at her side. She looked up and found Ed standing close to her, offering his arm for support. He tossed a ten-dollar bill on the bar and reached for her hand. She smiled weakly up at him and took the arm he offered her, slipping from the bar stool into his embrace. This time her legs were unable to fully support her and she was very glad to have him by her side.

They made their way from the bar into the cool night air. Once outside Ed wasted no time in showing her the effects of watching her face from across the crowded bar had caused on him. He took her hand and pressed it to the front of his jeans so that she could feel the hard ridge of his cock pulsing under her hand. "Where is your car?" he ask. The question barely registered through her foggy mind. Kalasandra nodded toward the far end of the parking lot.

Ed wasted no time in getting them across the lot to her car. And that was as far as they got before either of them could wait any longer. Kalasandra turned around so that her ass rested against the hood of the car, and reached for him. She had to have his lips against hers, to feel him press against her aching body. He needed her just as much, knew that if he wasn't buried deep in her soaking wet pussy soon that he would go insane. Ed pressed her down against the hood of her car. His hands tugging at the skirt that kept him from his prize, pulling it up over well rounded hips before ripping the fragile lace panties from her. She moved her nimble fingers down his chest and to the fly of his jeans, quickly releasing his engorged cock from its confinement. They moved together in one swift motion. She rocked back, bringing her hips forward, no longer caring who might see what she was doing now. He plunged into her soaking wet pussy as far as he could go, and hit the button turning on the vibrator at the same time.

Kalasandra came alive like a fire cracker, screaming out in pleasure, unable to hold back a moment longer. Her entire body pulsed as wave after wave of orgasm ran along her nerve endings. She was so lost in the depths of her own pleasure that she almost didn't notice when Ed was no longer able to hold back his own release. Her body responded almost automatically, pelvic muscles tightening to milk every last drop from his cock.

The collapsed onto the hood of the car, both exhausted from their efforts. Gasping for breath even as they both began to laugh at what they had just done. Ed kissed a breast that was threatening to spill from the top of her jacket and eased himself up off of her. They each quickly straitened their clothing, glancing about suddenly wondering if they had an audience. Kalasandra was glad that the band was still going strong and hoped that the music helped too drowned out her screams of pleasure.

Ed took her hand bag and retrieved the set of keys she had tossed in earlier. He unlocked her door and helped her into the big car, reaching in to give her another kiss. "I'll see you at home, drive safely." Ed closed her door and headed for his truck parked on the other side of the lot.

Kalasandra started up the engine and put on her seat belt, she couldn't wait to get home and see just what else her husband had planned for her tonight...

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