No, the Bar first

Savannah has a great night scene, and Claire looks too good to hide her back in the room already. "Not yet, I want to show off this arm candy." I say with a grin. She smiles back and we start walking towards the water front. We step into a bar and I order us drinks. My hands are all over Claire. She's conflicted, responding to the touch, but also a little self conscious about how conspicuous we are.

"Not getting shy are we?"I whisper in her ear while my hands are kneading her ass through the shimmering green fabric. I'm not expecting an answer. I order oyster shooters and Red Headed Sluts shots. As I take them from the bartender I see him ogling Claire's sexy body and amazing cleavage. Then I catch him seeing my wedding ring, and Claire's lack thereof. I wink at him before handing first the oyster to Claire. I help her by tipping the back up and forcing it. It's not going to be the first or last time I **** something down here throat tonight.

We chase with the appropriate Red Headed Slut shots and I seal the shots with a heavy kiss. I break the kiss and lean in. I whisper in her ear what I know she already knows, "oysters are supposed to be aphrodisiacs... To make you really horny." Hiding between our bodies I'm able to slide my hand up the inside of her thigh, grabbing her pussy in the bar. She jumps at the touch and almost squeals. I can already feel the answer but I ask anyway. "Is it working?"

Claire's inhibitions are all but vanished. She uses the same angle to hide her hand grabbing my cock through my slacks. She can feel that she's got me rock hard, thought even in the dim light of a bar she should be able to see the tent she has me pitching. She answers the question that didn't require one, whispering in my ear, "Yessss... I'm your little redheaded slut now. Are you ready to take me back and fuck me with this massive cock?"