The Trio Tryst: The Bar. Part 1

We’d thought Paris or Rio, but realized N’Orleans was convenient and back after COVID, plus, my ‘pied a terre’, was still available for the hot & bothered like me and D. & A. I flew in, prepared the Boudoir, napped, then awoke to cleanse & dress to the ‘showgirl 9’s’. Blending in with the revelry i clacked my heels down the short walk and into the raucous bar, beat pounding by the band, beat pounding in my loins. They were at the far end in the corner, already intoxicated by the freedom & kissing each other with abandon💋I sidled up, started to massage them both while whispering lurid encouragement to their lip play… then grabbed both their hands and slid them up my micro mini, across my black body stocking to the waiting hardness. The bartender arrived, smiled and left me my drink, dimming the lights and giving me permission to taste both gurls undisturbed while the flame & feathers flew around Us.

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