***This is a fictional erotic story written by me, about me and from my point of view. You should not be reading this if you’re not of legal age, 18 in America, 21 in some other countries. I do not preface or end any of my stories with the explanation of how consent was given. Go to my page and read my pin with a full explanation as to why. This is my fantasy, not yours. You are not being forced to read this, so if you choose to then be nice and enjoy. ☺️***
Her:
This evening I went out to party with some friends, super excited and dressed up. I put on my skin color dress with the cross lace in the front & gold platform heels. My friend and her husband pulled up and we all piled in so he could drop us off downtown.
He pulled over next to a curb to let us out. We stepped out into the fresh summer air, looking around at the bustling city. Old town was always busy on Saturday’s though. We ran to the first bar and did our first shot of the evening, laughing and catching up with one another. I looked around the bar, feeling my phone vibrate.