Your Own SexAdventure: MY BAR (4) (Patreon)

Barbara unbuckled her seat belt and slid out of her jacket. Too hot for that anyway. Then she untucked her blouse, reached back and unclasped her bra, and spent a few moments wriggling out of the garment, all while keeping her shirt on. The warm night air kissed her breasts under the fabric of her blouse and she gasped a little as she felt her bare nipples scraped by the shirt as she adjusted those heavy glands and rebuttoned her blouse, carefully leaving the top view buttons undone so that her blouse closed a few inches beneath her sternum. Her cleavage bulged provocatively, peeking through the open gap in her blouse.

The businesswoman stepped out of the car, shaking her thick, wavy brown hair and tucking her blouse back into her tight skirt. Her nipples soon found the sweet spot in the garment’s front and nestled there, tenting the fabric as Barbara slowly wriggled her tits into optimum position until she knew her nipples were every bit as noticeable and prominent as the brunette’s.

Barbara locked the car and began to stride toward the bar with all the confidence and purpose of her predecessor, her high heels clacking like gunshots as she made toward her destination…

The bar was smoky, just slightly chilled by a couple of wall unit air conditioners, and populated just be a few men, all of whom took notice of Barbara as she entered. It was immediately clear that the attention of the patrons was divided between her and the striking braless brunette at the end of the bar, seated on a stool and already nursing a shot of alcohol. The other woman smiled slightly as the bartender flirted with her, the eyes of the man obsessively falling over the bra-free cleavage of the raven-haired beauty. Barbara knew she’d made the right decision by matching the game with the brunette, so she sat on a bar stool, satisfied because her breasts would compete on equal terms with the fat glands of the brunette.

After a moment, the bartender turned to acknowledge Barbara. His expression instantly brightened as he realized the new patron was another attractive woman and he moved quickly over to serve her.

“Wow, two babes tonight,” the man said, grinning, his eyes wandering over Barbara’s provocative cleavage. “Usually Christina’s the only woman in here.”

Christina, Barbara thought to herself, staring past the bartender’s shoulder toward the brunette. So that’s my competition tonight.

“What’ll you have?” the bartender asked her.

With her throat dry from the tension, Barbara asked for…