Chapter 1 — Wow, That Was Amazing

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author's imagination. All characters are adults aged 18 or over.

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One winter night, I met up with an old friend at a small café for a drink.

He was planning to move to the United States soon, so we decided to catch up over a drink before he left.

After a couple of hours of drinking, we were both pleasantly buzzed and headed out to settle the bill—only to find the outside air freezing. We quickly retreated back inside the building.

"The weather's too cold. How about one more round?"

I led my friend back downstairs into the basement of the building and toward a karaoke bar not far from the café we'd just left. I wasn't a stranger there—the owner and I had shared drinks a few times before when I stopped by the café.

"Welcome back."

"Long time no see."

The familiar female owner greeted us warmly.

Looking around, the place was nearly empty, except for two women sitting in a corner with a few beer bottles in front of them. One looked to be in her mid-thirties—not particularly pretty, but strikingly slim. The other, perhaps late twenties, had a full chest that immediately caught my eye.

We took a seat a few tables away, ordered a few beers, and were chatting when the owner casually joined us.

"Why do you two always come alone? I've got some friends here you might like. Why not join together? Might as well all have a drink."

She said it with a playful smirk.

"Emma, come over and join us. It'll be more fun than just the two of you!"

"Okay, older sister."

The two women came over, one naturally sitting beside my friend, the other—whom I guessed to be in her late twenties—sliding in right next to me.

One of them seemed especially lively.

"Hi there. I'm Emma."

As she sat down, her long hair and soft, rounded figure drew my attention—especially her large breasts. She was quite beautiful. Around 165 cm, with a sensual charm that radiated from her.

After several rounds of drinks, the women began to loosen up, their cheeks flushed with alcohol.

The owner started the first song.

We took turns singing, and soon the awkwardness melted away. To the rhythm of the music, we began dancing the blues—no one leading, no one following, just moving together.

I danced with my partner, swaying close. I wasn't much of a dancer, but holding each other tightly came naturally.

As I wrapped my arms around her, I felt the soft, full pressure of her large breasts against me—and it felt incredibly good.

She pressed herself closer, tightening her lower body against mine, and I felt my breath catch.

I could feel my body reacting, and though I tried to shift away, she only leaned in harder.

It felt amazing. And she seemed eager to feel my hardness grow beneath her touch.

When the music ended, we returned to our seats, pouring each other another beer and chatting.

The bar was quiet, not many customers, and it was still cold. I draped my coat over both our laps.

Time passed. The alcohol deepened.

Even in my daze, I felt something—her hand, slipping quietly under the coat, brushing against my groin.

At first, she hesitated, then boldly touched me again. I felt my body respond instantly, rising sharply beneath her fingers.

She gently stroked me.

"Wow! You're impressive, boss. A real heavyweight!"

She whispered into my ear.

Not satisfied, she slowly unzipped my fly with one hand and wrapped her fingers around my already fully erect cock.

"Wow, that's amazing! You're so cool, boss. I really like this."

Her touch had me completely aroused, throbbing with excitement.

I slid my own hand under the coat, pushing it toward her groin. She arched her hips toward me, gripping me tighter as my fingers touched her warmth.

I slowly unzipped her pants and slipped my hand inside.

The soft, coarse texture felt incredible.

As my fingers moved lower, I found the moist, tender slit between her legs—warm and inviting.

"Hey, we should probably head out. It's already past one."

My friend's voice startled me back to reality.

"Yeah. Time to go."

I scrambled to my feet, flustered. Luckily, the dim lighting of the bar hid my flushed face.

As we stepped outside, the two women each linked arms with us, walking us out.

She leaned in, whispering in my ear.

"Boss, how about lunch tomorrow?"

It was the best thing I'd heard all night.

"Yeah. Let's meet for lunch. Can I get your number?"

We exchanged contacts and parted ways.