“No bra? No panties? Damn. Why did you even bother wearing clothes?”
“The owners wouldn’t like it if I walked in naked.” I teased.
“Cute. You realize you own the bar. For that matter you own the whole fucking building.”
“All of us own it.” I countered.
“Mark and I just run the bar. You own it.”
“Actually daddy’s trust fund owns it. Are we going to stand here and talk with my tits hanging out, or are you taking me upstairs and fucking me.”
“Damn you’ve got a dirty little mouth.”
“Really! I never heard you complain about my “dirty little mouth” when I’m giving you a blowjob. In fact, as I recall, you were saying my mouth felt amazing.”
“And soon enough I’m going to be saying it again!”
“You think so do you?” I sassed.
“I know so!”
With that Greg grabbed me and threw me up over his shoulder. My bottom was completely exposed to the night air. Greg slid his hand up my thigh and right between my legs. His fingers pressed again pussy and his thumb wrapped around my leg. Greg carried me to the back of the building where the entrance to the upstairs was.
“Oh, your sweet little pussy feels nice and hot right now.”
Greg easily carried me into the building and up the stairs. He stopped only to put the key into a heavy steel door and slid it to the side.
It was ten short steps from the door to the granite island where Greg placed my exposed ass. The polished stone was cold against my bottom and the back of my legs but after the initial shock it felt very comforting.
Greg stood between my spread legs and roughly grabbed my hair and pulled my head to his waiting lips. His soft lips touched mine, and our mouths opened in a passionate kiss.
“Get us some drinks and that cute little ass of your better be naked when I get back!” Greg said.
“Where’re you going?” I pouted. “Stay and play with me!”
“I’m getting some rubbers and um, stopping in the boy’s room for a quick ‘Gentleman’s Wash’.”
I had never heard the term Gentleman’s Wash before I met Greg. It’s something that sometimes I wish all men knew but sadly they don’t. It’s just a quick wash of his private parts, that’s all, nothing more.
As Greg started to walk away I kicked my heels off and jumped up to a standing position on the island. In the next motion, I pulled my blouse over my head and undid the button on my skirt and let it drop down. I was naked.
“I’m ready! Are you coming to fuck me?”
Greg looked back over his shoulder and stopped.