One vodka and coke
From Create Your Own Story
"One vodka and coke please, mate." you order, as Jemma's face falls. "Sorry love," you add, "I'm poorer than I thought I was."
"That's okay," she replies, "I'm staying upstairs, so if you manage to find any change..." She bends over away from you to pick up a penny that you're sure wasn't there earlier, and you can't help but stare at her huge butt as it rears up in your face. Gemma just rolls her eyes as her drink is brought over.
"See ya!" Jemma says, straightening up and walking off behind the bar and to upstairs, your eyes following her swaying arse. You snap out of it and smile back at Gemma.
"Enjoying that view, were you?" she asks. You go to sheepishly respond but before you can, she laughs and cuts you off. "Relax, I'm joking. Jemma's such a slut anyway, she was basically grinding on your face there."
"I didn't realise they hired out rooms here," you comment as Gemma takes a drink. You'll have to bear that in mind whenever you pick up girls here in the future.
"They normally don't, but we know the landlord here. Jemma gave him a real nice shag a year ago, and he's let us use the rooms since." Your prick stiffens at the thought of Jemma's big round bum slapping against some guy's knob, her moaning in pleasure, and then you remember the beauty sat in front of you. Her lovely body riding your cock makes for a much more erotic image.
"Bet you could have done better," you slyly blurt out with a smirk. Gemma laughs, shocked.
"Thanks, but I'm not that kind of girl... usually." She smirks looking down at the growing bulge in your trousers. Her hand moves down her dress to her vagina, and you see her start to grind her hand in that area. With her other hand, she downs her drink and moves towards your dick, grabbing it firmly through your trousers. You hear her softly gasp, and then look back up at you with that same look of hunger as before. You know what she wants.
