Last Call Party

Fifteen minutes before 2 AM, Phil gave the ?last call? to the eight patrons still in the bar. As if on cue, Robin walked in and sat on a stool near the end of the bar. Phil smile and set a white wine in front of her without even being asked.

Robin had anticipated this moment since the very satisfying fuck she had enjoyed here earlier in the day. She had played with her sons, fed them dinner, and had tucked them into bed. She told their nanny, Maria, that she was going out and would be late ? Maria understood completely ? Robin?s husband was gone on another business trip and Robin like to play. Robin slipped on a red tube-top, a short black leather skirt, and heels. She figured that undergarments would just get in the way tonight.

Robin sipped her wine as the remaining patron left the bar. Two men approached and hit on her hoping for an easy ?last call? score. Robin politely turned them down. A few minutes after 2, with the bar cleared out, Phil locked the doors and turned out the lights. The bar was illuminated by two neon beer signs in the windows. Phil came over, wrapped his arms around Robin and gave her breasts a gentle squeeze. ?Very nice! You came ready to play!? He turned the bar stool and locked lips with the woman. They embraced and kissed, Phil hand slid up Robin?s smooth leg until it reached her slit. ?Yeah! You are ready to play!?

A movement from the side of the bar caught Robin?s attention. She turned. ?Robin,? Phil pointed to the tall, lanky man who approached out of the darkness, ?this is my pal, Randy. I invited him to join our party.?