Coop had left the main room earlier, so she was happy that only the drunks left in the room would witness what was about to happen, and they were too involved in one another at this point to even remotely be aware of the fact that Mina pulled her dress off in one smooth motion as the distance between her and Ruth had drawn to next to nothing, there near her little cubby hole beside the bar. And it was the idea of keeping their liaison between the two of them, that had her gently trying to tug him into the red curtained alcove with her as she went.
When she felt the edge of the bar hit her shoulder blades, she paused and then hoisted herself up to the bar surface, her hands pulling over one of the gauzy curtains to cover them with -- even if the fabric did little to obscure them, it was still enough. This was her time with Ruth -- not transactional sex, but actual fucking. Not the quick ride she would have had on the cocks of one of the drunks in the other corner, no, before the night was through, she'd have sweated so much in the pursuit of the high that Ruth could give her.
This she did for pleasure as her hands slid to his shoulders, to pull him to here, there between her legs, her body nearly folded in two as she sought out his lips for a kiss, if he'd let her -- lingering, savoring the anticipation of his tongue on her bare skin. It had been an entire day, a day she had imagined him hovering over her, using his other head to rub over her clit, to show her that he could have her in more than just one way. Imagining that he had her bent over, balls deep inside her, and staying there, flexing forward now and then to try and press further inside her, that image had hit her hard as she finally laid back against the counter, taking a bottle of spirits from the well and thumbing the cork off the bottle.
She held his eyes as she drank, her free hand moving to the back of his head to guide him between her legs. Legs that had been pressed together so many times during the day, that now that she was allowed to let them fall aside, to lay her completely bare, and glistening from how much she had though about him during the day, she easily she scooted forward on the bar top, so that her behind hung some over the edge. It wasn't uncomfortable, but it put her at mouth level for him, and she wanted him right there, so that when she needed to hook her legs up over his shoulders, he was in just the right place for her to do so. "[color=#2ecc40]Might have to spread me,[/color]" she said as she took a long pull off the bottle, before setting it back down. "[color=#2ecc40]But a man should work for his dinner[/color]."
She sighed, softly, as her hips started to move, long before she even had him touching her. That was the power of [color=#2ecc40]anticipation[/color], of knowing that at any moment, his tongue would dart out, would press hard to her clit and then undulate. There'd be a deep rumble that would make things deeper inside her clench in want of something to bear down on, to envelope and hold, the inevitable pull of skin, sucked between lips and gently squeezed. She'd be dripping on the floor, not long after that, in need to have him finally press a finger inside her, maybe two.
He hadn't even touched her, and she was already close to tumbling into her first orgasm of the night, just from the memory of him. "[color=#2ecc40]Come on Ruth, I don't know how much more teasing I can take tonight.[/color]"
When she felt the edge of the bar hit her shoulder blades, she paused and then hoisted herself up to the bar surface, her hands pulling over one of the gauzy curtains to cover them with -- even if the fabric did little to obscure them, it was still enough. This was her time with Ruth -- not transactional sex, but actual fucking. Not the quick ride she would have had on the cocks of one of the drunks in the other corner, no, before the night was through, she'd have sweated so much in the pursuit of the high that Ruth could give her.
This she did for pleasure as her hands slid to his shoulders, to pull him to here, there between her legs, her body nearly folded in two as she sought out his lips for a kiss, if he'd let her -- lingering, savoring the anticipation of his tongue on her bare skin. It had been an entire day, a day she had imagined him hovering over her, using his other head to rub over her clit, to show her that he could have her in more than just one way. Imagining that he had her bent over, balls deep inside her, and staying there, flexing forward now and then to try and press further inside her, that image had hit her hard as she finally laid back against the counter, taking a bottle of spirits from the well and thumbing the cork off the bottle.
She held his eyes as she drank, her free hand moving to the back of his head to guide him between her legs. Legs that had been pressed together so many times during the day, that now that she was allowed to let them fall aside, to lay her completely bare, and glistening from how much she had though about him during the day, she easily she scooted forward on the bar top, so that her behind hung some over the edge. It wasn't uncomfortable, but it put her at mouth level for him, and she wanted him right there, so that when she needed to hook her legs up over his shoulders, he was in just the right place for her to do so. "[color=#2ecc40]Might have to spread me,[/color]" she said as she took a long pull off the bottle, before setting it back down. "[color=#2ecc40]But a man should work for his dinner[/color]."
She sighed, softly, as her hips started to move, long before she even had him touching her. That was the power of [color=#2ecc40]anticipation[/color], of knowing that at any moment, his tongue would dart out, would press hard to her clit and then undulate. There'd be a deep rumble that would make things deeper inside her clench in want of something to bear down on, to envelope and hold, the inevitable pull of skin, sucked between lips and gently squeezed. She'd be dripping on the floor, not long after that, in need to have him finally press a finger inside her, maybe two.
He hadn't even touched her, and she was already close to tumbling into her first orgasm of the night, just from the memory of him. "[color=#2ecc40]Come on Ruth, I don't know how much more teasing I can take tonight.[/color]"
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