The Blues Bar

It was the week before Thanksgiving, cold and crappy, typical Minnesota winter weather, and I was headed out in it, going to see a blues band I’d heard of at a venue that I had not. I had been told that this little bar was a dark, weird kinda place, and to watch my back, so I was a little on edge when I walked in.

I’m a divorced guy, 50 (but people guess me at late 30’s/early 40’s), not bad looking, a little spare tire, but with a little extra swingin’, and I let it do just that, no underwear. I stood at the entrance for a few seconds, letting my eyes adjust to the low light, and listening to the music coming from the stage. There was a slight odor of weed in the room, which kinda surprised me, but I didn’t really mind. A nice buzz along with good music was always a good blend.

The band was doing a slow, stripped version of Fool For Your Stockings, and I made my way to the bar thru the crowded table area. It was very dark and the tables and chairs were all full and close together, so I had to slip sideways to get thru a lot of places. I was trying to slide thru between a table of businessmen and another of some very hot milfs, checking out the cleavage as I shuffled by, when one of the gals scooted her chair out to stand up, turned her head, and almost ran nose first into my cock. She stopped and pulled back, a little embarrassed, but didn’t take her eyes off my bulge, except to give me a big smile. From this angle I had a great view down her sweater at the valley between her nice, full tits. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and didn’t need to, they were standing out nicely. Her nipples were a little hard, too, just enough to see thru her sweater. I just stood there smiling at her while she checked me out checking her out, til she pulled her chair back in and I continued to the bar.

The area between the bar and the tables was also crowded with people standing up, waiting for a table or to dance or whatnot. The bar itself was packed, but I got a small space to call my own. While I was waiting for the bartender to notice me, I felt someone bump into my back, and this person had to be female, because the pressure was very soft and was only on my middle back. I turned to see who it was, and looked down into pair of very beautiful green eyes. It was the same gal who I had almost run into on the way thru, and she hadn’t backed off any when I turned around, keeping her nice tits against me, and it pulled the v of her sweater off center, almost but not quite exposing her nipple. I couldn’t decide which was nicer to look at, her eyes or her tits, so I just went back and forth. She was watching me with amusement, smiling hotly. The band was loud enough that conversation would have been impossible, so I pantomimed popping a beer, and she nodded. I smiled and turned back, only slightly so as to keep those tits in contact and in view, to see where the bartender was. He saw me and I got enough beers to cover everyone at her table, and walked back with her.

There were 3 very hot gals at the table, not counting Chris, the one I’d sorta met. She was about 5’ nothin’, blond, green eyes, and what I guessed to be about 36D tits, and painted on jeans covering her very nice ass. Vanessa, the gal seated next to her, was a black gal, beautiful full lips, smoky eyes, with a set of small, pert titties, the kind that the nips are always a little stiff. Vanessa was probably in her early thirties. Next to her was an Asian gal, around 25, who would have been very nice looking if she had been smiling, but she had evidently decided I was a bother and was letting me know it. Her name, I found out later, was Tia. She had her arms folded across her boobs, so it was hard to define them, but they were good sized. The last gal, Kayla, was probably about 40, short black hair, pretty face, and a nice shirt-full of boobage, and her nipples were plainly visible thru her shirt. They were all smiling and thanking me for the round, but as there was no place to sit at the very small table, and the view was so great, all I could do was stand there wedged in between Chris and Vanessa. I was smiling at them, sippin’ my beer, and listening to the band, and really enjoying the scenery around me. Chris and Vanessa, the two gals on either side of me, were stealing glances at my crotch, and giggling at each other a little, and Kayla across the table was almost staring. Having a table full of hotties eyeballing my junk was starting to have an impact, and Mr. Johnson was starting to chub up. It was dark enough that I wasn’t worried about anyone from another table seeing it, and I really enjoyed the looks I was getting from the table of hotties, so I just acted oblivious and watched the band, then glanced at one or the other, catching them staring.

Chris was just staring now, almost licking her lips as she watched my cock grow, pushing it’s way across my jeans toward her face. She looked up at me with those big green eyes, and grabbed the bottom of her sweater, pulling it down to show me her tits, almost uncovering her rock hard nipples, and went back to staring at my cock, which was almost full hard now. I couldn’t see Vanessa’s face because of the lack of light in the room, but she started stroking the inside of my right thigh, and her face was turned toward my bulge, so I knew she was into it. My mind was trying to wrap itself around 4 hotties eyeing up an old man, and I was really having a blast. Just then Tia stood up, glaring at the back of Vanessa’s head, and yelled something at her. She didn’t hear her, but the rest of us did, and the next thing I know, Chris is gone, and Tia sits down as if nothing happened and smiles at me.

I didn’t hear what was said, so I was trying to piece that together when I felt a hand on my cock. I took a look at Vanessa, but I saw both of her hands, and the other two couldn’t reach.