A Night Out with Jack

It had always turned me on, the thought of having a man drop a pill in my drink. Falling into his arms, unable to stop him from unbuttoning my dress. Slipping it off my shoulders, removing my bra and panties, and laying me on the bed. Lying there, unable to move as he spread my legs wide, sliding his hard cock deep into my vagina. Kissing my lips, down my neck, running his hot tongue over my hard nipples and sucking my breasts into his mouth as he thrusts into me. Paralyzed from the , but aching with pleasure as orgasms wash over me. Feeling his release of hot seed into my womb.

It had always turned me on, but I never thought it would come true. Or, more to the point, I never thought I’d meet a man that I’d trust enough to let him do that to me. Never, until I met Jack. Who is Jack? Only the most handsome, intelligent, funny, loving man I’d ever met. I’d only known Jack for 4 months, but it was love at first sight and I’d trust him with my life. Jack would never do anything to hurt me. Of that, I was sure.

My relationship with Jack was, from the beginning, an open and honest one. It was about more than just sex, but I must admit, the sex sure was hot. I could tell him anything, and he could do the same. Whether it was him letting me know just how he liked his cock sucked, or me admitting that I liked a little spanking and light bondage, the honesty really made our sex life great.

The one thing I could never tell him, was about my fantasy of getting and . I don’t know why- maybe I was afraid he would think I was a pervert, or maybe I was just afraid of my fantasy coming true. Either way, it took a whole lot of courage and a bottle of Chablis one Saturday night for me to let it slip. He didn’t say much why I told him, but I could tell by the bulge in his pants that he was turned on by the idea.

After that, the idea came up every now and then. Whether it was me saying something like, “I wouldn’t do that unless you me,” or him commenting, “If you don’t do” so and so, “I might just you and you,” it became our game of sexual innuendo. After some internet research, I began dropping hints about where one could obtain such . That’s why, when he suggested we go out to a bar that Friday night, I knew my fantasy was about to come true.

When we walked into the bar, I could feel every eye in the place on my body. I wore a sheer silver blouse over my best push-up bra, which accentuated my cleavage. I had on a black mini-skirt over my black satin thong, and if I bent over a little too far every guy there would get an eyeful.
Jack hadn’t chosen the classiest bar in the state. To call it a dive would be generous. It was dark and smokey, and filled with the kind of people I’d normally cross the street to avoid. I was the only woman in there, and the guys all leered at me as we walked to the bar. I guess Jack figured that in this kind of place, a guy slipping a pill into a girl’s drink would be less likely to get him arrested.

“Hey Jack, how ya been?” the bartender asked, as we sat down. How did he know Jack? Has Jack been in here before? I can’t imagine that Jack would frequent a place like this. It was just so dirty and rundown. I glanced up at the bartender. He was ugly as sin. He looked like he hadn’t left the inside of that bar for years, and he had a face that only a drunk could love.

“Just fine, Frank,” Jack replied. “Can I get a pint of beer for myself, and one for my lady friend here?”

“Coming right up.”

The beer was warm, and the glasses were dirty, but I didn’t mind too much. I didn’t expect that we’d be staying at the bar too long, and I wasn’t too concerned about the drink. I glanced over at Jack and saw him fingering what appeared to be a bottle of pills in his pocket. I could feel my pussy getting wet as I thought about what was to come. I reached over, grabbed the back of Jack’s head, leaned in and stuck my tongue down his throat.