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Bend Me Over
(Angelina Jolly)

Carrie was an easy fuck! Everyone knew that.

Maybe she was dumb, maybe she just loved sex that much... who could say for sure, only Carrie knew the true answer. And now she sat at the end of the bar, alone for a change, she looked forlorn, almost scruffy, and that was something she never was, she may have not been too concerned about what was pumping her pussy... but she always looked good while it was getting pumped. Her mascara was smudged, just a little like she'd been crying and wiped the evidence away, not floods of tears, just enough for a faint smearing rather than dark streaks. There was something about her clothing too. The skirt, short as always seemed slightly skewed, like the button was an inch away from centre, pulled up too quickly in the dark maybe. And her blouse, cream with a very faint floral pattern in the weave, there was a button missing, not top or bottom, the one smack bang in the middle, which was allowing a gape to form and giving the bars voyeurs a treat. Not that everyone hadn't seen her tits before, get her a couple of brandy and colas and she would be more than happy to shake her plump boobs at all and sundry, this was different, this was almost accidental, she wasn't intentionally showing, but they were on display all the same. 

And there was something else, the greenish brown stains of grass, or algae and lichen from tree bark, the blouse had all the tell tale signs of either a tree climbed, or a rough fuck against weathered timber. There wouldn't be much money laid on the tree climb, so her casual observers decided on the latter.

A wisp of her long blonde hair fell forward and she brushed it away with the back of her hand as she stared at her drink, half finished and getting warm, she was deep in thought, and despite my better judgement I called the tender and ordered her another.

"Tough night?" I asked as I drew my stool up beside hers.

Carrie barely glanced at me as she shook her head. "Yeah, you could say that."

"I guessed," I reached forward and tugged at the blouse testing a stain, confirming it was the darker olive green of algae rather than crushed grass. "Been climbing trees?"

Carrie turned her head and looked at where my fingers pinched the mark, the smallest of smiles flickered as though a treasured memory had just surfaced. "Not exactly climbing!" she added as her smile widened before dying away again.

"Tied to a tree!" she said quietly before picking up the fresh drink with a small nod of thanks.

"I'm intrigued!" I replied and tried not to allow my eyes to wander to the missing button and her open display of creamy soft flesh and dark pink nipple, "How do you get tied to a tree... if you don't mind me asking?"

Carrie sipped her drink and shivered slightly before turning to look me up and down.

"I've seen you around," she said eventually, "I think we've even talked before, although I have a feeling I'd had a few drinks."