It was definitely luck.
Looking back over the chat, I wasn’t really on my game. I asked polite questions, or at least polite for the world I lurk in. Questions about harnesses and tying up wrists and the last time she got laid.
Casual sex-positive conversation.
And then Monday night, it wasn’t even her that set me off.
It was a young woman in a bar, drunk, and working her inner slut. Daisy Duke shorts and a low-cut top, clinging to the edge of the bar and dipping her ass down to the ground, making every cock in the bar throb.
Her every motion was of a woman that needed to be fucked, and she knew she was going to be.
It was intoxicating to watch, even after her boyfriend showed up. Her hands constantly flowed over his ass and crotch. My friend and I kept waiting for her to drag him to a bathroom or outside, or in a drunken horny haze to just pull that cock out in front of us.