Silliness At The Neighborhood Mall Sports Bar

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I’ve come to realize that along with a wicked exhibitionist streak, I love being submissive in a mild sort of way. I think being told what to do, and therefore not being wholly responsible, takes away some of the guilt I sometimes feel. I owe this discovery to an ex-boyfriend, who had a certain way of getting me to do things. The way he’d whisper in my ear telling me how hot I looked and how every guy there wanted to fuck me, among other things, just sent me into a state of mind where I wanted to prove him right. I’d done things for him that were really over-the-top, which only pushed istanbul travesti my limits further. But I feel somewhat less slutty knowing that in all those experiences, alcohol was a factor.  We were in a neighborhood sports bar watching the world series I think. He had worked me up and I was loving all the attention his friends were giving me. He had tricked me, to get me there just wearing an old short sun dress I like to lounge around the house in. He showed up at my doorstep just after I had gotten home from work and rushed me to go out and watch the game istanbul travestileri at the sportsbar near the mall. I just had the chance to slip on my flip flops or I would have gone in my bare feet, that’s how urgent he made everything. When we got there, his friends were gathered at the back corner table. So much for rushing there to get a table. Every movement I made was the focus of attention, but the guys wisely didn’t say anything about my appearance. I mean the dress just covers my pussy and ass when I’m standing, and it was pretty obvious that I wasn’t travesti istanbul wearing anything else. I’m glad they let me maintain my air of innocence, which is very important to me. I’m sure my boyfriend had clued them in on this. We drank and cheered, and I was having a great time feeling more at ease, and beyond. I’m sure they felt their patience rewarded when my boyfriend, coaxed me up onto his lap. He sat on a high bar chair, and his grip around my waist along with my movement upwards caused my dress to raise and expose my pussy. You could’ve heard a pin drop. I remember seeing all their faces and the expressions some of them had almost caused me to burst out laughing, but I didn’t. When my boyfriend started planting soft kisses on my shoulder and neck, I just leaned back into him, while he coaxed my legs wide by spreading his own legs.

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