I just woke from a nap. I had a dream, and you were in it. I want to tell you about it while I still have all the details. You and I went to a crowded bar. It was early evening and the bar was full of people just getting off work. It looked like more a workingman’s bar than a suit-n-tie kind of place. It was one of those long and narrow bars. So you’d have to squeeze through people both standing and sitting on bar stools to get to the back tables. I was wearing a thin top and short skirt, but no bra or panties, just the way you like. As I was squeezing past a man at the bar, my large breasts pressed up against his back. I said, “I’m sorry, my boobs just spread themselves all over you.”

The man turned to me and smiled. He said, “Honey, you can spread yourself on me whenever you want.” I stopped next to him, and you continued to the back, where you would find a place to keep an eye on me. The man was just a shade past fifty. Graying dark hair and glasses, on the thin side, but with wiry muscles. He was wearing a work uniform that smelled of oil and sweat. The man next to him was wearing the same uniform; he was squatter than his friend. He had more blonde in his hair than gray, maybe mid forties. Both were nursing beer, but each had a shot of something dark in front of him.

I put my right foot on the foot rail and hitched up my skirt. “My breasts seem to have a mind of their own. They like to be stroked. I have a pussy cat who’s the same way. She likes to be stroked, and she’s so needy.” As I said this I put my other hand down and slipped a finger over my clit and down to my hole, collecting some of the juice you’d created fingering me in the car on the way here.

I brought my wet finger up and put it in my mouth. The man and his buddy standing next to him watched, fixated on my finger and lips. “Alas,” I made an exaggerated sigh, ” I can’t seem to keep up with her. She needs cock to keep her happy. “

The man said, “I just happen to have a cock, and it would be happy to please your pussy.”

I winked at him, and said, ” Why don’t we find a quiet place for our genital friends to get to know each other. ” I nodded to his buddy, “Bring him, too.”

I looked behind me and spotted you sitting at a high table toward the back, two drinks in front of you. You smiled at me. Then I saw the restroom doors. I turned back to the two men. “How about meeting me in the Men’s room?”

The men exchanged a glance, and the first man said, “Sure.” Both men gulped the remainder of their shots. I turned around and began making my way through the throng. I didn’t need to look behind me to know they were following, I just knew. Plus, you were watching. You smiled at me and nodded. I entered the restroom and looked about. It was currently empty. White grungy tiles, two pedestal sinks, two urinals, and one stall. A wide mirror hung above the two sinks.

Behind me entered the two men. “Baby, what’s your name?” the first man asked.

“Just call me Pussy.” I replied.

“Well I’m Pete and this is my friend Barry.