LOOKING, a short story by Curt Farrier
Laura drove down Highway 56 looking for just the right kind of place. The traffic even at nine o’clock on this warm summer evening was light enough for her to be able to look closely at every little bar and tavern that she passed.
A neon sign ahead for Patrick’s Bar and Lounge caught her eye, slowing she checked out the parking lot, pick-ups and a few motorcycles; this place had possibilities, she thought. She parked near the front door stepped from her van, and tried to look through the heavily tinted windows for a hint at what she would find inside. A she stepped through the door, she was immediately disappointed, the place was entirely too bright, the music only dimly heard above the chatter of the crowd. Mostly couples too, she thought but still okay for a pick-me-up; she walked to the bar, ordered a shot of Jack Daniels, and paid the bartender as he placed it in front of her. She gulped the whiskey and turned on her heels in one motion, heading back outside to her van.
The liquor calmed and excited her, as she continued west on the two lane blacktop passing through a small town and heading back out into the country. Ten miles later, she noticed an unlit sign nearly covered by brush; the Left Field Lounge was a quarter mile ahead on the left. She slowed and pulled into the gravel parking lot surrounding a smallish wooden building, with a faded sign above the door. The lot held five pick-up trucks, two motorcycles, a semi tractor and parked toward the rear, a lone, very dusty, Buick. She heard the pounding Southern Rock even before she parked. Stepping from her van, and crossing the few steps to the front door quickly, she thought to herself excitedly that she might have found what she was looking for this evening. She pulled open the front door, and stepped into cool, if not cold, black-lit darkness.
As the door slowly closed behind her, her eyes became accustomed to the dim interior of the space. Black light neon fixtures were placed, seemingly at random throughout. The bar itself was lit from behind by muted red lighting, and manned by an attractive, middle aged woman, who was yelling over the music at a patron standing opposite her. Other than the occasional neon beer sign on the walls, the only other light was a ceiling spot focused on a solitary pool table in the back of the place. Her eyes now fully accustomed to the lighting, Laura focused her attention on the other patrons. A middle age man in shorts stood at the bar talking animatedly with the bartender, two men dressed in leather, complete with chaps, which she assumed were riding the motorcycles, sat at a small table off to the side, a thirty-something, man, very attractive, sat by himself in a booth near the rear of the bar. While four younger men, which she took to be ranch hands because of their shirts and cowboy hats, sat at another booth near the door.
All eyes had turned toward Laura, as soon as the door had closed, her long blonde hair, and white halter top glowed in the black-light, and the loose fitting, black gym shorts over long well formed legs were certain to draw any man’s attention. The stares, and the chill, combined to make her nipples become instantly erect, pushing noticeably against the thin material of the halter. She was well aware of the tingling in her groin, as she walked to the bar and ordered a Jack on the rocks from the bartender, which had left the man in shorts to meet her when she reached the bar. As Laura paid, the bartender introduced herself as Amy, she leaned closer, and in a conspiratorial voice, warned Laura that although the other patrons were harmless, that she could expect to get hit on by every one of them, given the chance. “Sounds good to me” Laura replied, “I’m looking for a little fling, and the more the merrier”. Amy looked her in the eye, smiled, and replied, “Long as everyone’s willing, it sounds good to me”. Laura gulped down the drink, asked Amy for another and paid with a fifty “Keep them coming, take something for your trouble, and let me buy a round for everybody, if that doesn’t cover it let me know” Amy smiled, and nodded, moving to fix Laura another drink.
Laura grabbed the fresh drink, winked at Amy, and wandered toward the solitary billiard table. She racked the balls, and turned to the wall to find a cue stick. When she turned again, she was face to face with the attractive thirty-something man she had noticed earlier. He smiled saying “I wanted to thank you for the drink, you a pool player?” She smiled in return, “Yeah, I am, want to shoot a game or two?” He nodded eagerly, and reached past her for a cue stick of his own, at the same time, rather obviously, brushing against her still very much, erect nipple. She only smiled at him, though the contact had sent shivers through her, “Straight pool? Table at a time?” she asked, he nodded, as she walked to the table.
Their first game progressed quickly, and was tied at seven to seven when Laura missed a relatively easy shot and her opponent sank the last ball easily. Laura gave him a peeved look, then smiled, and asked “again?” He racked the balls, as Laura finished her drink, caught Amy’s eye, and motioned for another. The second game, he won nine to five, running the table after Laura missed another seemingly easy shot. As she racked the balls for the third game, she asked if he would care to spice things up a bit. He asked what exactly she meant, and she responded, “Loser goes down on the winner, right here, right then” he replied with a grin, that if she was sure, it sounded like he would win either way. She nodded, with a wanton smile and said, “Yeah, you’re right, either way”.
She gulped her drink, looked to Amy, who nodded and moved to make another, and bent over the table to start the game. The game progressed haltingly, she made a shot then missed, he did the same; with her fresh drink, half gone, she lined up the shot on the tie breaking, three ball, and called it in the side pocket; she missed. He carefully lined up his shot, called it, and stroked the cue, causing the three to roll inexorably toward the called pocket, finally dropping with finality directly in front of her.
He looked from the pocket, to her expectantly, and smiled broadly. She smiled in return, and leaning her stick against the wall, walked the length of the table, turning to face him. She moved close, their chests touching, and reached up to bring his face to hers; as they kissed passionately, she unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and pulled them open. “Get those off, and lie on the table,” she said seductively, as he moved to comply, she noticed the other men in the bar start to get up, and move toward them. He laid on the table, his erection quickly expanding as she leaned over him. “The Outlaws” began to play, as she took the head of his penis into her mouth. Slowly sliding her lips down his shaft, she took more and more of him into her mouth. The sensation caused him to thrust upward, gagging her, but she bit down hard, forcing him with the power of her teeth to relax onto the green felt.
Laura’s golden hair draped over him, lying on his legs. She sucked and nibbled his quivering erection, while her ass, covered by the thin material of her black gym shorts, waved enticingly to the rhythm of the music. She looked over her shoulder as she felt a hand on her hip. One of the bikers stood behind her, his stiffening erection in one hand, his other, gently stroking her swaying butt. She nodded, and smiled at him, signaling her desire. He quickly pulled not only her shorts, but also her panties to her ankles, where she, after easily kicking off her shoes, stepped out of them. Turning back to the quivering erection in front of her, she licked from the base of the shaft to the tip, and then, once again, letting the head slowly slide past her lips, took it deep into her mouth.
Two of the biker’s fingers slid easily into her wet vagina, probing, opening her, then slowly withdrawing, to be replaced by the head of his penis. He slowly pushed into her, then thrusting forward, to bury himself deeply within her hot needful moistness. The man, whose shaft she held in her mouth writhed in pleasure, thrusting, as much as she would allow, into her hungry mouth. The man behind her began to thrust rhythmically in, and out of her, filling her wetness, then withdrawing, causing her to thrust backwards looking for fulfillment.
She tasted the first drops of come dribbling onto her tongue, followed closely by an onslaught of hot wetness that exploded from the man in front of her. The erection inside of her hot wet vagina continued to move in and out, as she sucked the remainder of the ejaculation into her mouth, swallowing it greedily. Beneath her, the man rolled to the side, and off the table, as she concentrated on the hardness filling her, and pushing deep within her. She felt the hips of the biker behind her grind into her ass. She was so close to climax, and yet she controlled herself, as the stiffness erupted, the heated come, mingling with her wetness, to not only fill her, but to slowly run down her thighs as he exploded within her.
As he withdrew from her, she straightened, and looking around at the six men standing expectantly behind her, climbed onto the pool table. She knelt under the spotlight, and, reaching behind her, removed her halter top, then, settling to all fours, she turned to the men, and mouthed, “Take me”.
The next hour was a blur, the men climbed onto the pool table one at a time to take their turn at her. The first, banging her wetness unmercifully, his body slapping into hers repeatedly, until his climax exploded inside of her, leaving her sore, and still wanting, the second and third, moving slowly, tenderly, caressing her, making love to her now dripping vagina, coming powerfully, and then climbing down to make room for the next. Amy placed a drink in front of her, sometime during this intercourse, whispering, “You are so fucking hot” into her ear.
The fourth and fifth to enter her came quickly, ejaculating seemingly instantly; their fiery come, mixing with the wetness that was running from her aching vagina. The last in line, the man in shorts, caressed her, rolled her onto her back, and positioned himself between her trembling legs. He gently grabbed her ankles and raised them; bending forward, he softly kissed her lips. Straightening again, he slowly slid his throbbing penis into her wetness and began to gently thrust into her. He withdrew until only his head was inside her, then slid forward again, and again, bringing her ever closer to climax. Suddenly he straightened, and shuddered, as she once again was filled with steaming wetness. He pushed into her once again, then, reluctantly, it seemed lowered her legs, withdrew his shaft, and climbed from the table.
Laura laid there, spread-eagled on the table, and closed her eyes. The ache in her groin, a combination of unfulfilled desire, and all of the attention that it had received from so many. She felt a soft and gentle hand place a terrycloth towel between her legs, wiping the dripping come from her legs, and labia. Soft feminine lips took one of her nipples between them, gently kissing, and sucking it.
Amy knelt beside her on the table, her blouse open to reveal a light blue lace fringed brassiere. Her lips moved from her nipple, and sweetly kissed Laura’s lips, at the same time as her hand stopped its drying motion, and moved to her swollen aching clit. Laura’s hand moved between Amy’s legs, beneath her skirt, and pulling the material of her panties to one side, inserted a finger deeply within her. Amy moaned loudly, and increased the speed and pressure on Laura’s clit. Laura’s hips began to move side to side, shallow panting beginning to escape her lips, while Amy raised and lowered herself, one moment forcing Laura’s finger deep inside her, the next bringing it almost to the surface.
Looking around her, she realized that the eight men stood around the table, watching. Several held their erect penises in their hands, and were stroking them. It excited her, and brought her to her first climax under Amy’s finger. As the shuddering subsided, Laura began to gently stroke Amy’s clit, bringing a gasp and a loud moan to her lips. As she continued to rub her, Amy’s hips thrust forward, as she began to come; her mouth held open, and her body shivering in pleasure. Amy redoubled her attention to Laura’s clit, the pleasure mounting, until with a shudder, Laura came again. Not stopping for a moment, Amy continued to stroke Laura’s still erect clit, bringing her closer and closer to what Laura knew would be a mind-blowing climax. Looking around her again, she knew that the men standing closest to her were close to climax, and when the first, and following within seconds, the second erupted, shooting their hot come, Laura climaxed for a third time. Her entire body shuddered, then became rigid, arching from the table surface, she screamed, loudly enough to be heard over the pounding music, and dropped back to the table, only to raise herself again, guttural noises coming from her, as wave after wave of her climax overcame her.
Amy slowly climbed from the table, but not before bending to kiss Laura again. She turned to the two men who still stroked themselves, and reaching for their erections, quickly brought them to shuddering climax. Laura climbed, a little shakily from the table, and quickly finding her discarded clothes, dressed. She followed Amy to the bar and motioning her over, leaned across to kiss her. “You’re going to be back soon? I have a feeling things are going to be a little spicier around here after this” Amy said, Laura smiled, and nodded. As she headed for the door, she realized that this place was one she would visit again, whenever she was out looking.
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