EXTRACT FOR
Sailing on a Lusty Breeze
(Blair Erotica)

She took the glass over to the bar and refilled it. Then she walked to the front door and shut it. I heard the click of the dead bolt. When she came back to the table, she smiled. "The lady thanks the gentleman for buying her a drink," she said. "And now the owner of this fine establishment says you need to settle the tab, as the rum shop is now closed for the night."



Laughing, I gave her the money, and watch her smile and stuff it in a pocket of her dress. As she stood there, she pushed her hips toward me. Then she sat down again. As she sipped the drink, I looked her over closely and rather liked what I saw. I liked her sense of humor as well. Seeing that we were locked in the rum shop, I decided to see how far she thought it might be fun to travel.



"In terms of being sociable, is rum the only thing the pretty lady wants this evening?"



She looked around as if she expected to see other people sitting near us. "Well I don't see no other men around. Seeing as pretty ladies like the attention of men, I suppose a man might think of a way to please her."



I had to chuckle. "Some ladies are not willing to admit that they like the attentions men want to pay them."



She laughed. "And them is what dry up like old leather and eventually blow away in the wind."



"Because they aren't sociable," I said.



She nodded. "A person should be sociable."



I reached over and touched her brown shoulder and squeezed it. "You are a strong woman," I said.



"Weak ones don't fare well here," she said as she watched me push the strap of her dress down her arm. The top was a loose fit and the tantalizing brown top of the mound of her breast appeared. I pushed it further down and when the dress slipped down past the generous mound of flesh I took it in my hand. She smiled at me as I admired it for a moment. Then I bent forward and put my mouth on her nipple and sucked it. Her hand touched the back of my head and pulled it closer.



"Now that is sociable," she said. And as I lifted my face from her breast, she pulled her arm up through the dress and let it slip to her waist.



"I'd like to know the pretty lady's name," I said.



"Charlene," she said. "But before this very sociable discussion goes too far I think I will buy myself one more of these," she said, holding up her now-empty glass. She stood, her one bare breast beckoning to me and went to the bar. I got up and followed her and when she bent over to reach for the bottle, I lifted the hem of her dress to her waist.



"I can think of a better way to have fun than drinking," I told her.



"Do tell," she said, laughing. I ran my hands up the backs of her legs. She leaned forward over the wooden bar and I pulled her panties down. When I put one arm around her waist and moved the fingers of my other hand between her legs, using them to separate the lips of her pussy, she stopped looking for the bottle and just gripped the bar. I couldn't believe how wet she was as my fingers squished into her cunt.

"I was ready for more rum," she said.



"But you are even more ready for a hard fuck," I told her.



"Oh a stiff cock might be much nicer at that," she moaned.