Bar Storage Room

I spotted Marcia in the crowed bar, I grabbed her hips pressing against her from behind. Without turning around she can tell I’m much taller than her. My hands are large and hot with thick fingers that dig into her flesh. She stood paralyzed pressed against the bar with the crush of bodies crowding the place. She has been waiting 15 minutes for a drink and is ready to give up and leave. The night is a bust since none of her friends have shown and there is little male talent to speak of. Marcia has glossy dark brown shoulder length hair. At 5’7″ with B cup breasts and long shapely legs. For a 33 year old divorced woman, she looks hot crammed into a tight miniskirt that stretched precariously across her ass. She wore a slinky tank top minus a bra since gravity hadn’t yet taken it’s toll. Wearing so little is risky but feels deliciously bad. Thus far she has avoided many unwanted advances already finding no males to her liking. Marcia hate crowded places anyway and now someone is taking advantage of the situation invading her personal space with an insulting level of confidence.

I unabashedly press my massive erection into her lower back. Despite the potential she feels in the size of the organ burning hotly against her. She prepared to elbow me squarely in the balls. ” You want a drink?” I breath into her ear with a deep voice that stops her violent plans. She finally looks back to confront this cocky prick and is met with my cool gaze. She shook off the tremors she feels throughout her body enough to direct a level glare at me that she hoped displayed her disapproval of the liberties I’m taking. I responded with a smile as I turn her around to face me. Her eyes are barely level with my lips despite her 4 inch heels and any protests she had made were silenced when I laid a finger against her lips. ” Shhhhh, just follow me.” I palm her ass with one hand and I lead her through the crowd to a door hidden in a shadowed corner. With a motion I open the door pulling her through into a storage room. ” I’m part owner.” I told her as she hears the unmistakable click of a lock sliding into place.