This is an excerpt from my erotic short story collection WIP. This particular short is called Stumble Inn. The enticing events that happen in a bar. Various patrons experience a variety of sexual escapades.
Her short skirt hugged her thighs as she swaggered towards the back of the room. The stretch fabric clung to her accentuating every luscious curve and toned muscle. You could tell there were no pantie lines. Thong? Or, better yet, nothing? It didn't take much for the imagination to wonder with this woman.
Her sex appeal and sultry manner was enough to make even a gay man rethink his sexual preference.
Her cotton camisole clung to her like a well-fit...wet tee-shirt at a contest. It molded to her body so you could see the outline of her skimpy bra's lacy and erect nipples. The twinge in his groin was alive and well again.
He shifted on the bar stool and tried to dismiss her existence but damned if he could. He tried to unpretentiously reposition his hard-on without drawing attention to himself. Not an easy task.
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Oh, bravo! You've got him shifting *ahem, his unmentionables and starting to sweat!
I love it when a woman blows a man's preconceived notions right out of the water.
Nice.
Gem, you just blew my comment clean out of my mind... lol..
Okay... it's 'coming' back... the stuff of wet dreams... that's our heroine.
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