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My friend Matt was stocking the beer cooler while I counted our tips. As the closing bartenders, we were always the last ones out. He rolled up his sleeves and lifted several heavy cases onto the bar with ease. Even after a slamming shift full of rowdy college kids he still had the chill attitude of a surfer with his long curly hair and tanned body. I banded up a pack of ones and plugged s into the calculator. I loved that about him; even though I was the oldest bartender at the Big House, Strip poker erotic stories always made me feel like the sexiest woman on the planet.
He whistled a tune and bent back into the cooler as I handed him some bottles. Standing so close to him, I could smell his coconut skin and wondered what he tasted like. I looked away and tried to think about something else. We made a good team as we flirted with each other and worked the customers for tips. No sense messing up a good thing. Besides, I was 43 years old to his 29, and I saw the leggy young blondes he randomly dated.
We locked up and walked out to my convertible. It had been a crazy shift and we were both grateful for the whirr of the clean summer air through our hair. As we pulled into the garage the smell of hickory wood smoke and BBQ made my stomach growl; I was starving.
We walked to the back yard where Ted was already plating the shrimp, steaks, and corn on the cob. He looked equally delicious with his spiky hair and brilliant blue eyes.
I ran up to give him a hug. How was work? Matt and I mixed up a pitcher of golden margaritas and poured them into our favorite coffee mugs. We clunked them together in our usual Strip poker erotic stories. He owned a successful tech startup but his true passion was cooking for his friends and family. After we cleaned up, Ted shuffled the cards, and I relaxed as the tequila hit my bloodstream. Saturday night after my shift was the only time I had to chill and have some fun. Ted ran his hand lightly up my arm. I shivered at his touch. Seven-card stud was my jam, and true to form, I won several hands easily.
Before I knew it, both of them were shirtless and down to boxers and socks. I poured myself another drink, and for some reason, started to lose badly. Several hands later and I was perched on the chair in my thong. Ted dealt another hand and blew me a kiss. I was trying to focus on the game but they were both so young and gorgeous with their six-pack abs. I was so turned on and wet, it was a little embarrassing. I slid a finger into myself. I hesitated before walking out to the silhouette of the boys smoking on the patio in their boxers.
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I wrapped one leg around Ted as Matt stood behind me. He lifted my hair and nuzzled the back of my neck. Matt pulled away first. At least it would get them off of me before I did something stupid. I needed to head to bed to get myself off and go to sleep. But I was wrong; somehow I won.
Matt walked me to the soft fur rug in front of the fireplace. I closed my eyes and laid back as he slid his hands down my thighs, slowly parting my legs. His hair sprung up against my fingers as he slid his tongue inside of me and started gently sucking on my clit. Ted nibbled on my nipples and traced my hips with his fingers.
It had been so long. I was spinning from tequila and the citrus-salty scent of my friends. Matt slid a finger inside of me while he was circling my sweet spot with his tongue. He slid up to my mouth, kissing me, and I felt him hard against my side. The taste of my juices turned me on even more as Ted went down between my legs. He squeezed my ass in his hands and tilted my hips into his face as he ran his tongue from ass to clit. Then he slid three fingers slowly in and out as he feathered his tongue in circles.
I felt the tingle begin in my belly and shoot down to my toes. In a wave of heat, I spread my legs even more as I ground myself into both of my friends. I wanted one of them inside of me. I wanted to cum. I was spinning out of control. Ted groaned and pulled himself off of me while Matt stopped kissing my neck and got to his knees. He smiled down at me sheepishly and laid the blanket from the couch over me. Sorry Mags.
Ted walked into the kitchen for another drink. I feel like an asshole. Matt helped me up. I stood up, a little shaky, and nodded. He grabbed my clothes and carried them alongside me upstairs to the guest room I slept in almost every Saturday night. I leaned up on tiptoe and kissed his stubbly cheek. We hugged and he smelled like sunshine and oceans.
He nodded. I let the blanket fall from my shoulders and walked to the bed. He closed the door softly and lay down beside me. I rolled to my side and tugged his boxers over his lean hips.Strip poker erotic stories
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