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 Added: May 27, 2008  
 Owner: JeseXXXa
 Total Stories: 5

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Weekend Tease (Report It)

Weekend Tease

Last Friday night, today being Monday, May 26th, I was to meet some friends at a bar near by at eight o’clock. We had talked about looking extra sexy this night and making the guys crazy with desire. Making guys crazy with desire is something I live for so I was a little overly anxious and was ready and out the door before seven. Now I had a little time to kill before my friends would get to our arranged meeting place.

The place we were going is in a busy part of town with a lot of tourist oriented bars. Some of them have dancers wiggling around and some are just hangout type of places with ex-pat owners and a majority of clientele from their respective homelands.

I had the taxi dropped me off at a corner so it was convenient for him to turn around and not get caught up in the snails pace traffic on the street where the bars are. It was fine with me because it is actually faster to walk.

As I would pass each place, if there was a window or glass door I would slow a little and look inside. Then the idea hit me, since I was too early to meet the girls I would spend a little time teasing some guy in one of the bars by myself. I walked even slower now and gazed inside the bars even longer and with purpose now. One was an Australian place, advertising, “shrimp-on-the-barby and Auzzi beef steaks,” half a dozen guys on bar stools and a few more sitting at tables and eating. Nothing too exciting there.

A little farther down I came to an English Pub. There were flashing lights, some neon signs and speakers outside playing British rock music. Maybe the music stirred me or the neon dazzled me but whatever it was I opened the door and looked inside. Two girls were standing just inside with small hand held cards about happy hour and they started yelling at me, “Come inside…Come inside.” I looked around the place quickly and decided, yes this was the right place for me: it was full.

Within seconds there was a slight down scale of the noise level in the place and all eyes were starring at me, guys and girls. Of course it was my clothes that was getting all the looks, as planned, I did sort of stand out from the crowd. Yes I was wearing the outfit in the picture. As I walked towards the bar (if all else failed I could sit there and buy a drink for myself) I picked out a target to work my magic teasing powers on, a guy standing at a small, high table having a drink alone.

Like everyone else his eyes were glued to me. The closer I got to him the bigger his eyes got. I was looking straight at him and walking straight towards him. His mouth dropped open when I stopped at his table and stood there right in front of him. I gave him a quick kiss on his cheek and said hello.

He didn’t know what to do or what to say, literally speechless. I can only imagine what was going through his mind. “Who is this woman and why is she talking to me” or “does she think I’m someone else” or “did I die and land in babe heaven.” Whatever was going on he knew he had to recover his self control because he was now the envy of every guy in the bar and he had to appear to them like this was just another night at the pub.

Within two seconds there was a waitress at the table looking at him expecting a drink order. I told him, “Order me a drink,” then turned to the waitress and asked her to bring me a rum and coke, imported rum. He had not even managed a simple, “Hello,” up until now. I introduced myself and just told him straight out that I was meeting some friends in awhile and had some time to kill and would he mind if I spent that time with him. “No not at all,’ he said. At least now I knew he could speak.

“I’m David, nice to meet you Souka,” he said, “you really had me wondering what was going on here, I thought maybe it was a practical joke or something but no one here knows me.” A couple minutes of chatting to break the ice and find out just a few basic things about each other and then time for me to make an impact on David’s life. He was from England, here for a vacation and to fuck as many pretty young Asian women as he could in the time he had available.

I asked him how the pussy escapade was going and he got a little boastful about the things he had done so far and the girls he had fucked, every one of them was a ten in his tales. I think he was trying to recover from my entry and wanted me to think that he was used to being with beautiful women all the time. I asked him if all the girls were impressed with his cock, him being from the west and knowing that Asian guys have small cocks. He jumped into this topic with enthusiasm and began promoting himself as champion of horizontal olympics.

He must have thought I was getting interested in him or possibly even that I was really a bar hooker using the “meeting friends later,” just to get a conversation started with a prospective john. I let him run with these ideas and even pretended to be getting taken with him. I told him that I wanted to get a look at his cock. I was looking in his eyes and said the word, “cock” slowly and in a deep sexy voice.

He looked at me with a puzzled face, and managed only a half hearted grin, didn’t know whether to shit or go blind. He picked up his glass and took a drink, his hand was shaking, I guess I rocked his confidence. There was no way out of it though, he tried so hard to convince me that he was a stud with a big talented cock so now he had to put up or shut up and there was still the possibility in his mind that he would get to fuck me.

He dropped his hand down under the table and unzipped his pants. I was looking at him, smiling coyly. His dick came out in a half hard on condition so I told him to make it hard so I could see the full size of it. He was hoping no one else in the bar was looking at us but that wasn’t the case. Many guys were still sneaking peeks at me or out right starring and watched every move we were making. “Just stroke it a little,” I said to him, “show me what you got.” He obeyed.

So there we were both of us looking down at his cock in his hand and half the people in the bar could plainly see what we were looking at since the table was about four feet high and just a center post cemented into the floor to support it.

He was having trouble getting a full hard on, maybe too many drinks or maybe too nervous but whatever it was he was more than a little embarrassed. I told him to squeeze it, get it up, “Come on David, I really want to see it, please keep trying.” He did, with everything he could give it he kept trying and finally got his thing to stand up. “Nice cock David,” I told him, “thanks so much for the drink.”

David was standing there proud of himself with his cock at attention as I turned around and marched quickly out the front door.

I later relayed this story to a couple friends. One said, “Wow, you really are a mean bitch.” I don’t see it that way. I think the guy will remember for the rest of his life that he got to stand in the middle of a busy bar and show is hard dick to a pretty girl, which he had never seen before, and didn’t get slapped in the face for having done so. (I had thought about slapping him and pretending like he had just flashed me but it might have gotten him in serious trouble so I didn’t do it.)

Souka


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sexyc...		 (Report It)

Nice story. You are a cool lady.		   
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