Date: Thu, 4 Mar 2010 21:43:35 EST
From: Mikeallanb@aol.com
Subject: A Night at Emma's (version 2)

A Night at Emma's  (version2) by Laura Lynn Davis, F/F/F Bnd From: "Laura
Davis" _davis4@hotmail.com_ (mailto:davis4@hotmail.com)

Author's Note: A review of the first version of this story made two valid
points - the story was too short (not enough sex) and I didn't explain
Emma's. Emma's doesn't exist anywhere but in my head. If it was a real bar
I'd never leave. Emma's is a combination of three or four of the best
lesbian bars in as many cities mixed with my fantasies about what an ideal
lesbian bar would be like.

In my opinion a good lesbian bar is a haven away from men and not just for
lesbians. One of the better lesbian bars I've visited does a roaring lunch
business because straight women know they can get a good lunch at a
reasonable price and be safe from being hassled by men. They also can get a
drink after work in the same safe atmosphere. But, after about 7:00 p.m.,
all bets are off and any straight woman who stays is fair game.  A
surprising number, mostly dissatisfied wives, stay late.

So Emma's is a quiet neighborhood bar that just happens  to cater to women.

If a man wanders in he can get a drink but just one. Then  he's politely
but firmly made aware that he's not welcome. The women at Emma's  can be
tough but it's not a leather bar. I've invented another bar, Leathergrrl,  to
fill that need.

Needless to say,  some of the things that happen at Emma's would never be
allowed to happen in a  RL bar. At least not in any state I've ever been in.
But one can hope and  fantasize.
Emma's was crowded as it always is on a Friday night and  I had to push my
way through to the bar. Once there, I ordered a bottle of Sam  Adams, and
didn't bother asking for a glass. Nor was one offered. The women who  drink at
Emma's aren't the type who drink beer out of  glasses.
I'd just taken my first long sip when a slim little  blonde pushed her way
through the crowd. She smiled up at me and said, "Hi,  Laura. You alone?"
I nodded. "Hi, Kate. Yeah, I'm alone. Carolyn's  history."
She grinned and unbuttoned one of my buttons so she could  slip her hand
into my denim shirt. She stood there, rubbing my belly, while we  chatted.  I
tolerated her touch  because for one memorable summer I'd been Kate's slut,
her summer fuck. I was  married at the time but Arthur was home in
Australia,  tending to some family business. He didn't come back until late August
and by  then Kate and I were no longer an item. It had been a memorable
summer. Kate had  taught me that pain, properly applied, enhanced sexual pleasure
beyond what I'd  believed possible. I spent my vacation at her cottage on
Cape Cod. I was nude most of the time and I screamed a  lot.  But the sex was
 incredible!
Kate played me like a musician plays a fine instrument. I  remember long
nights when she kept me on the edge of orgasm for hours while I  screamed and
begged for release, my nerves stretched tight, close to the  breaking point.
 The best orgasm I  ever experienced came on night when I was tied down on
a table, unable to move a  muscle. She kept me on the brink of orgasm for a
full hour while I screamed and  begged. Just when I thought I'd lose my mind
she snapped a rubber band against  my clit, triggering an orgasm that I
thought would give me a heart  attack!
I enjoyed the pain. In fact I enjoyed it too damn much  which is why I
broke it off with her after we got back. I was afraid I'd wind up  on my knees,
begging for more and more pain. One of the things she did that I'll  never
forget was very simple and incredibly effect. She took me to a nude beach
and before we got out of her car she had me bare my tits. She teased my
nipples  erect and then sanded the tips raw with a small square of fine, 120 grit
sandpaper. It just took a few swipes. Then, after we spread our blanket and
 arranged things, she had me remove my bathing suit. She took my hand and
walked  me into the water until it covered my tits. I stood there, sobbing in
agony as  the salt water burned my nipples. Later, I spent an hour on my
knees begging her  not to do it again.
I sipped my beer and listened to the latest university  gossip. Kate's a
tenured professor, unusual for a woman who's still not quite  thirty-five.
She slipped her hand  down into my jeans and grinned when she discovered that
I wasn't wearing  panties.
"Ummm, let's take a walk." She tugged on my belt and I  followed her
through the crowd to a booth in back. I didn't want to get involved  with Kate
again but my resolve was weakening at I watched her tight little butt  sway
back-and-forth. I felt a strong desire to remove my clothes and beg her to
make me scream.
We sat on the same side of the table, facing the room,  and she tugged on
my belt. I let her open it and unfasten my jeans. I willing  lifted my bottom
so she could ease them down. The vinyl was cool under my bare  buttocks.
Within a few moments I  was bare from the waist down, my jeans folded and
placed between us, my Nikes  off. I felt myself becoming wet as I sat there
with Kate's hand tucked  comfortably between my thighs.
We talked about people we knew, things that had happened  recently,
university politics, and town government. I enjoyed sitting there bare  from the
waist down, talking and sipping my beer. As we talked, Kate toyed with  the
buttons on my shirt. After a few minutes she had it opened all the way.  "I
think you should dance,  Laura."
I shook my head. "No, not  tonight."
She tugged on my shirt, baring my breasts. "Yes, tonight.  You know you
want to do it. You have such pretty tits. Go and let people see  them bounce."
She slid out of the booth and I followed, reluctantly.  She knew I would.
In many ways I was still her slut. She eased my shirt off  and folded it
neatly. She fed the jukebox while I made my way to the small stage  at the
back of the room. I danced naked for thirty minutes and the crowd enjoyed
every moment. I lost myself in the music, dancing with my eyes closed, enjoying
the way my body heated up. I'm 5' 7", and slender, with small, firm
breasts that  bounce nicely when I dance nude. I work out regularly and my body is
firm and  toned. I'm not pretty but I look good nude. I danced, ignoring
the women that  crowded around to watch.
As I danced I began to perspire. I opened my eyes and  glanced in the
mirror off to one side. My body was slick with perspiration and  the lights
gleamed off my tanned skin. I'd been sunbathing in a fairly modest  bikini and my
pale breasts and loins stood out against my tan. The contrast was
shockingly erotic, even to me. My vulva is smooth and bare, thanks to expensive
laser treatments that have removed every trace of pubic hair. My nipples were
hard and pointy, pale pink circles that begged to be pinched.  Maybe Kate
would  oblige.
Finally, drenched with perspiration, I left the stage. I  felt good and I
was totally aroused. Dancing arouses me in a way that nothing  else does and
I wanted to be fucked hard. Ellie, the bartender on duty, tossed  me a towel
and I wiped the perspiration off as I made my way across the room.  Kate
stood up as I approached. I slid into the booth and asked her if I could  put
my clothes on. She shook her head. "Not yet. You're the only woman I know
who looks better nude and I want to enjoy the view a  while."
Kate signaled for another round. While we were waiting  she had me ease
myself forward on the seat. Then she took an empty beer bottle  and eased the
neck into my vagina. I closed my eyes and moaned as she pushed the  bottle
into my tight cunt. I was wet and ready. I sat there; legs spread  slightly,
and let her fuck me with the bottle. After a moment I glanced at her  and
whispered, "Harder. Fuck me harder." She did and I came with a soft sigh, my
nipples hard and pointy, and my breasts tight. Ellie glanced at me from
across  the room and winked as I licked my pussy juice off the neck of the
bottle.
We stayed for another hour. Kate kept me nude until we  left and fucked me
with the bottle once more after I begged for it. Then I went  down on her in
the parking lot while she leaned against her Lexus. I was dressed  again
but my shirt was open `because she liked having my tits  exposed.
Ellie came out just as Kate reached orgasm. Ellie took  Kate's place and
Kate crouched behind me, fondling my tits and pinching my  nipples while I
abused Ellie's clit with my tongue. Ellie came with a rush,  moaning with
pleasure. Afterward, she kissed me and fondled my tits. "Want to  come home with
me?"
I shook my head. "Not tonight." Ellie nodded and walked  away without
another word.
Kate kissed me and we chatted for a moment while I  buttoned my shirt. Then
she got into her car and drove  away.
I got into my Ranger and drove home. I went straight to  bed after a long
hot shower. It was just another night at Emma's, no big deal.  I'd be back
the following night and no doubt I'd spend a good part of the night  on my
knees, where I belong. Being a submissive slut, with a long, strong tongue
makes a person popular in certain circles. I drifted off to sleep wondering if
I  should invest in a pair of knee pads.
The End >