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    Date: 11/10/2016, Categories: Group Sex, Lesbian Sex, Mature, Author: stif266, Source: xHamster

    I found myself in the car. I had been in that car daily for over a year, so I knew how to drive it. I pulled it out of the parking garage not really knowing where I wanted to go. I knew I wanted a cigarette and a drink. I remembered that I almost never had any cigarettes in my purse. At a red light I checked my purse for money. I knew that I would need at least enough for a pack of cigarettes and one drink. After that there should be a guy handy to buy more drinks. Before I knew it I found myself in a part of town with which I was not familiar. The blacked out windows and small lighted sign convinced me that the freestanding building on my right was a bar. The name of the bar held absolutely no significance for me. I expected that the islander would have some cheesy Tahitian decor. I was mistaken of course. I was just a dark bar with lots of cut glass mirrors. It was a little more classy inside, than the outside would have suggested. The inside door opened easily as I entered the cool dark room. It wasn't as dark as some bars I had been in, but still the lights were low enough so that I appeared even younger than my twenty five years. I moved carefully toward the bar trying not to draw any attention to myself. The bartender was busy with people at the far end, so I had time to take a good look around. What I saw surprised me. The make up of most walk in bars was at least 70% men, but the islander was made up of at least that percentage of women. It took me only a second to ...
    realize that I was in a gay bar. It was my first time in such a place. I was torn between the urge to run and my curiosity. Not in sex with a woman, but what went on in a place like the islander. I sat quietly waiting while the bartender worked his way to me. Yes the bartender was a man. He spoke in a gravely voice. &#034Could I see your card please?&#034 I opened my purse and slipped my driver's license to him. &#034No ma'am this is a private club. I need to see your membership card or I'm going to have to ask you to leave.&#034 I made the move to stand. I was embarrassed enough so that I was clumsy in my effort. &#034Jimmy. I'll vouch for her. Have her sign the guest book.&#034 The bartender looked at me with the question in his eyes. I nodded my agreement. He slipped me a bound book in which I signed my name. The woman at the bar signed her name beside mine. &#034It is usual for the guest to buy the sponsor a drink,&#034 the woman informed me. &#034Oh course, anything you like.&#034 &#034Careful what you offer in here lady,&#034 the bartender suggested with a grin. He filled the drink order then he moved on. The lady who had signed me in was dark and middle aged. She looked just a tiny bit pudgy and just a tiny bit shopworn. Not unattractive really, just maybe trying a little too hard. Her blouse was cut a little low for a middle aged woman and her breasts were pressed tightly together by a very firm pushup bra. The look might have been better received in a bar full of men. ...
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