Recently, through mutual friends I heard that Matt was coming to my town to help his elder brother move after a nasty divorce. I had to see Matt and check out if he would like to hook up. I found his number, called him and reminded him about me. Matt was flattered that after years I still remembered him and wanted to meet him. I flirted with him over the phone openly and I was pretty sure Matt realized that I was offering to spend a night with him. However, Matt felt he needed to spend time with his brother and given the mental phase of his brother (Art), it may not be right. I had to see Matt so I suggested they both come down and meet me and one of my girlfriend at the bar. This would help Art get his mind off his divorce and my girlfriend could distract him while I focused on Matt.
Plans were set and I could not wait for the day to arrive. On the day of our meeting my girlfriend bailed on me due to family issues. Not sure what to do, I decided to just roll with it and meet both the guys and see where it went. I was hoping if I could get Matt to see how hot I looked after five years, he may come back another night to enjoy. I pulled out a nice short kilt skirt, white thin top, light pink bra that shows enough through the top, no panty and stockings to keep warm. I pulled on my pink fuck me heels, put on my makeup, grabbed my coat and left. I was wet with anticipation on my drive to the bar.
I called Matt to let him know I was on my way. The bar was packed by the time I got there. It was close to 10PM and I made my way through the crowd to the place Matt mentioned he and Art were hanging out. Matt recognized me immediately and walked over and hugged me tight. God he smelled good. At 26, he was looking as good as he looked in school. Art was right behind him sitting on the stool and I noticed him as Matt held me. I nodded to him and while enjoying the hug, realized Art was a good looking guy. Once Matt and I separated, I got introduced to Art. Art was 32, as tall and well built as his brother. He was wearing a tight t-shirt that showed a lot of tattoo work around his biceps. It looked hot. Here I was with two hot guys.
Matt helped me out of my coat and both boys realized I was dressed naughty. Art smiled and Matt made a smart remark of how hot I looked. Score! Drinks were ordered for me and we all started catching up on old times. Art was a little quiet as we didn't know each other. I could not help but notice that he was trying to check me out every time I focused on chatting with Matt. The music was loud, people were having fun, drinks were being poured and Matt was often touching me through the evening. At one stage Matt left for the restroom and I turned my attention to Art. I apologized for his divorce and sympathized how tough it must have been. I even touched his arm as support and at one stage put my arms around his shoulder to show it. All I was doings was rubbing my perky tits on his shoulder to see his reaction, and I bet I got some reaction!
Matt was back and we were chatting and flirting. At one stage while sitting at the bar between Art and Matt, Matt reached behind me and ran his hands all over my back to the top of my ass. He would have gone down further was I standing. I let him run his hands as Art and I spoke. Matt was fine with that as it gave him full access to touch me while I kept Art busy. One hand of Matt was now on my knees, pushing up, under my skirt. I knew Matt wanted to fuck the young girl who once had given him a great blow job. Art kinda knew what was going on but did not mind, but something about Art's blue eyes made me want him more now. Maybe he was hurting and needed to fuck a girl to get over his divorce. Whatever it was, I wanted Art more than Matt. Probably also because I had already sucked Matt and knew he wanted to fuck me now. It seemed better to hunt for new meat.
Drinks were making us all relax. It was past midnight. Art got up for the bathroom and I asked him to walk me to ladies room too as the place was packed and I wanted no trouble. I requested Matt to order some shots and have them ready. As we left, I walked ahead just to let Art see my ass. I reached one hand back to grab his hand to pretend I needed that security. Art held my hand as we reached the restroom. I asked him to meet me here and not go back alone. In the ladies room as I did my business I realized my pussy was soaking wet and even the kilted skirt showed the signs. After freshening up I came out to find Art waiting.
He grabbed my hand so we could go back to the bar, but I pulled him, got up on my toes and kissed him. He was taken aback and tried stepping back but I put my arms on his shoulder, whispered asking him to kiss me and soon had his tongue in my mouth, hands on my waist, holding me up as we kissed. Once we broke off, he said this was his first kiss in a year. Wow! This guy has not fucked a pussy for a year. I wanted to strip his jeans right there and ride his cock. I told him why don't we go to his place and fuck. Art was shocked at my directness but also loved the fact that a 23 year old girl wanted him.
He asked, "What should we do about Matt?"
I said, "Your problem.