{"id":44226,"date":"2024-11-11T04:08:23","date_gmt":"2024-11-11T03:08:23","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/?p=44226"},"modified":"2026-02-14T05:53:56","modified_gmt":"2026-02-14T04:53:56","slug":"filthy-mind-an-erotic-story","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/filthy-mind-an-erotic-story\/","title":{"rendered":"Filthy Mind – An Erotic Story"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u201cWhy would a woman do this?\u201d Paul growled as he flung himself onto the center sofa cushion, making its springs eek. \u201cShe said the filthiest things! And then she leaves no way to get a hold of her? That’s torture! It’s insane.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThen maybe you don\u2019t want to find her\u2014if she\u2019s insane, that is,\u201d Ricky said, holding a banana, while his friend, ten feet away, wailed about a woman.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAny woman who\u2019s willing to say those things is a woman I definitely want to meet. I will decide afterward about her mental state.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Paul sat forward and rubbed the heel of his hand against his forehead. With his other hand, he picked up his phone from the coffee table. He stared at the blank, black screen.<\/span><\/p>\n

Unbeknownst to him, the night before, a woman had spoken, off screen, into his video recording. She left a tantalizing message, and he was still shocked by her message.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI just had this phone recording me doing my karaoke bit. You know the one,\u201d Paul said.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ricky sat on a high stool, leaning his back against the kitchen counter. He slowly pulled down each of the banana\u2019s peels, with a wry smile on his face.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cUnfortunately, I do know the karaoke bit. I am trying to forget it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Paul made a sarcastic face. \u201cSo, I play back the video and I hear her.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Ricky took a bite off the tip of the banana. Through his gooey chewing, he mumbled, \u201cSo you have no name, no telephone number, no picture, nothing but a voice\u2014a sexy voice\u2014from her.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, a sexy voice, and\u2014\u201d He raised a finger to emphasize his point. \u201c\u2014a filthy mind. A very important feature.\u201d Paul looked at Ricky. \u201cA sexy voice reading a McDonald\u2019s menu can be hot but add the dirtiness and it shoots everything to a new stratum that only a woman can reach.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201c\u2018Shoots\u2019. It seems to be the appropriate term.\u201d Ricky shrugged as he chomped on the banana.<\/span><\/p>\n

Not hearing the comment or caring about it, Paul touched the phone\u2019s screen. It brightened, and the woman\u2019s voice began.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cPaul, you are so hot. A damn-fine man. I’m ready to invite you into my bedroom. I\u2019m imagining you playing the guitar and me playing too. I’m on the bed rubbing on my pillow. Can you hear me?\u201d Then the woman unleashed a gravelly moan.<\/span><\/p>\n

Paul paused the recording.<\/span><\/p>\n

The voice had a slippery sexiness. A deep luscious tone.<\/span><\/p>\n

He touched play again.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cGot me so horny the second I saw you. No need to talk to me, not paying any special attention. Just looking at you, I’m all hot and ready to do you.\u201d And she moaned again very close to the phone. Paul almost felt her warm breath on his neck.<\/span><\/p>\n

Paul paused it there to catch his breath. He looked toward Ricky. His friend had stopped chewing. He was frozen in place, his mouth agape, the yellow banana barely in his grip.<\/span><\/p>\n

Paul touched the Play arrow once more.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI want to nibble on your bottom lip and then go lower.\u201d There was a light throaty giggle. \u201cA secret: I\u2019m a great cocksucker. I love good cock. Nothing better than your dick in my mouth.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Paul stopped the recording. He took in a chest full of oxygen, because the voice had shut down his breathing.<\/span><\/p>\n

He set the phone on the table.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, see what I mean?\u201d Paul whined. \u201cDo you understand why I need to find her?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAnd why to decide if she’s stable after meeting her, not before. I completely understand.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Ricky tugged the collar of his shirt and twisted his neck.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNothing \u2026 nothing identifiable?\u201d Ricky struggled to say as he still reeled from the aftereffects of the woman\u2019s words.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOnly her hand came into view of the camera for about half a second and a curl of hair,\u201d Paul said. \u201cShe knew what she was doing. She’s torturing me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHas probably done it tons of times. Kind of her M.O.,\u201d Ricky offered.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t say that,\u201d Paul retorted. \u201cShe really did think I was good-looking up there on stage.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAnyway. Was there a unique feature on the woman’s hand? What color hair did she have?\u201d Ricky asked. \u201cLet me hear her again. The voice may tell us something.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou just want to hear her filthy\u2014\u201d Paul stopped. \u201cLook at you! You’re behind the counter. You’re\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Ricky threw up his hands, as if he needed to prove his innocence in some wrongdoing. \u201cHey, hey, hey. Things happen. It moved. I can\u2019t control what it does when a woman says those things.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Paul returned to the topic at hand: This woman. He ignored Ricky.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI’ve listened to this over and over. I’m glad it’s digital. It won\u2019t wear out like a cassette tape.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cA what?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNever mind.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Instead of playing more, Paul paced from the defunct radiator under the window across the apartment to the door. He scratched his head as he thought. Soon, Ricky returned to the barstool.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo what are we going to do?\u201d Ricky asked after the period of silence. \u201cWe can\u2019t sit here on our asses and listen.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Paul stroked his narrow chin. \u201cI can talk to the bar owner. But really what would he know?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHe may have records of who attended. If she was hot then he might remember her. The joys of being a hot woman\u2014you\u2019re always remembered.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAn option, sure. Here’s what I did. I paused the video when her hand was in view. She had a simple tattoo. I think it was a tattoo. It was blurred because it was on there so quickly. Might have been a queen\u2019s crown between her thumb and index finger. You know that little bit of skin.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThe skin is called the purlicue,\u201d Ricky said. \u201cThe skin between the thumb and index finger, when opened and stretched, is medically known as thenar web space.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Paul waved off the arrogant answer. \u201cWell, whatever it’s called. She’s got a crown on her \u2018web space.\u2019 And nice fingernails too. Painted rattle-can red, sharp, done well\u2014as far as I could see.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAnd her hair? You said some it came into view.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBrown.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLike golden brown, dark-chocolate brown, auburn, black-brown?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDude! What are you talking about? It was brown. Her hair was brown. And how can there be black-brown?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWe’re investigating here, Paul.\u201d He added the name sharply. \u201cBrown isn\u2019t just brown. We need details. One detail may unveil the key to all of this. I mean, like, what kind of crown was the tattoo? Like the queen from a chess set or a Rolex crown or Princess Peach\u2019s crown?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt was one of those monocolored tattoos, and the crown was like\u2026 like\u2026 a crown. It reminded me of a regular-old tattoo someone would get when they were drunk and passing by a tattoo parlor with a few dollars. Does that help?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHelp me? No.\u201d Ricky tossed the banana peel into the trashcan by the refrigerator. \u201cIt may help the bar owner though. Go talk to him.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The next afternoon, when the bar first opened, Paul walked into the dim parlor and called out for the bar owner.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHey, Joe! Joe! Are you here?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The saloon doors to the kitchen swung open and banged on the walls before flapping back and forth.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI’m here, I’m here, ya numskull,\u201d Joe grouched with a snarl in his scratchy voice.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI have a question,\u201d Paul said.<\/span><\/p>\n

Joe, the bald owner who looked exhausted ten minutes after his bar opened and had ten hours till close, put his hand on the well-worn, oak bar. He held a white dish towel in his hand that he pushed against his hip.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI have the schedule for your karaoke shit on the bulletin board. Don\u2019t bother me about it or ask to change it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt’s not about that. It’s about a woman.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThe hell! A woman! Why are you coming to me?\u201d He shook his head and flapped the white dish towel on the bar.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLet me just ask before you get mad.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWell, I\u2019m already mad, so ask before I do get madder.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Paul took a deep breath as this guy was always a hassle to deal with. He tapped his fingers on the bar top.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDo you know if any of your waitresses who worked last Friday have a tattoo on her hand?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat kind of dumbass question is that? And when are they \u2018my\u2019 waitresses? They are hard workers, dammit.\u201d Joe turned and walked toward the saloon doors.<\/span><\/p>\n

Paul huffed at the crotchety old man. \u201cYou sure you weren’t a pirate in a past life?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIf I was, I never found a treasure chest and I bought a crummy bar.\u201d He stormed to the kitchen, grumbling, \u201cWhatever life I had, I never worked this hard or answered a kid’s stupid questions.\u201d He banged his way through the saloon doors.<\/span><\/p>\n

Paul followed him into the kitchen.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo do you know? Do you, Joe?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cKnow what?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIf any of your \u2018workers\u2019 have a small tattoo on their hands.\u201d Waiting for an answer, he grabbed a spoon handle and slowly stirred the cold pizza sauce in a plastic container.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cListen, I don\u2019t check hands before I hire a girl\u2014or guy or whatever they are nowadays. Get over it and get out.\u201d He didn\u2019t look at Paul but tried to shoo him out of the kitchen.<\/span><\/p>\n

Paul just leaned against the metal table in the aged, industrial kitchen. He grabbed a hand-sized red tomato and tossed it up to catch it. Joe eyed him playing with his merchandise.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDrop that, and, I swear, I\u2019ll kick your ass. And then charge you for it and the tomato.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Paul held onto the tomato to taunt.<\/span><\/p>\n

Joe pulled out a long boning knife, the blade making a high-pitched <\/span>shing <\/span><\/i>when it was unsheathed from its holder.<\/span><\/p>\n

Paul pushed Joe for information. \u201cSo you have no idea? I thought you had good taste in women and would notice that stuff.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Joe didn\u2019t look up. He only huffed as he cut smoothly into a thick cut of raw beef.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI mean details, Joe. At the end of the night, you can tell if a bartender poured too much bourbon. And you can pick out big tomatoes. But I guess you\u2019re not the man I thought you were.\u201d Paul shrugged his shoulders in false disappointment. \u201cThanks anyway.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He left quietly through the saloon doors.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cEldora does.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Paul stopped, knowing he had just weaseled good information from old Pirate Joe.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cEldora has tattoos on her fingers.\u201d The scratchy voice came from the kitchen.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThanks, Joe.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNow get the hell out of here!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cTalk to you later,\u201d he shouted to the kitchen.<\/span><\/p>\n

There was an undiscernible mumbling and grumbling. It was Joe saying goodbye or good riddance. Paul was never sure. The bells jingled when Paul left through the front door.<\/span><\/p>\n

Late that evening, Paul returned to Joe’s bar. It smelled like a convergence of pepperoni pizza and seared steak with a side of overdone steak fries.<\/span><\/p>\n

Eldora was behind the bar. The night was slow, so she had time to lean on the bar and talk.<\/span><\/p>\n

She slid Paul a frosty mug of dark beer with a wink.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo what’s this I\u2019m hearing about tattooed women?\u201d she asked.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou’ve heard already, eh? That Joe cant keep his mouth closed.\u201d Paul shook his head with a grin. \u201cI’m trying to find a woman who has a small tattoo right here on her hand.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He pointed to the spot where he had seen the crown.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAnd why?\u201d She cocked an eyebrow.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cFirst, show me your hands. The top of your hands, not your palms.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He touched her hands that had worked years behind a bar throughout a blue-collar life. She had a small, diamond-shaped tattoo around her ring finger on her right hand, and her Zodiac sign on her forefinger. He decided Eldora was not the woman. She had no crown. Further, the hand caught by video seemed smooth and youthful. Eldora was in her late forties or early fifties, depending on the outfit, but she knew who came to the bar. He let go of her hands.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI was playing here the other night, and a woman spoke into my phone that I was recording with.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Paul dragged his fingers through his blond hair because the voice and the filthiness had struck his mind again.<\/span><\/p>\n

Eldora leaned her hip, coolly, against the bar. \u201cSaid something interesting, I assume.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cShe has a mind\u2014whoever she is. Filthy and telling me what she likes and what she would \u2026 Never mind.\u201d He waved his hand as if he could whoosh away what he had just said.<\/span><\/p>\n

Eldora laughed. \u201cShe has you wound up crazy-like.\u201d She set before him a tall glass of water and a shot glass of bourbon.<\/span><\/p>\n

Paul\u2019s first reaction was to look toward the kitchen.<\/span><\/p>\n

She whispered, \u201cJoe will never see the bourbon. He’s getting old.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Paul thanked her. He downed the bourbon, feeling the burn on his throat. He set the shot glass on a coaster to deaden the sound against the bar.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cTell me more.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cShe didn\u2019t leave me any way to get a hold of her. Didn\u2019t give her name or anything. I only noticed the tattoo from the briefest second it was on the video.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He took a long drink of his beer.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cShe roped you in, huh.\u201d Eldora straightened up as if humorous to find a young guy so worked up.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo the question is,\u201d Paul said, \u201cdo you know of a woman, a female, with a tattoo\u2014crown-shaped\u2014on her hand. A small tattoo, a pretty simple one.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Eldora paused for a moment and leaned against the back bar. She looked enshrined by the lights that were brightening the browns and dark colors of liquors as well as the blue and green and clear bottles, all reflecting on the large mirror. Her arms were crossed.<\/span><\/p>\n

She then seemed to wake up.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLet me hear a little of this recording. The voice may help.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBetter come close because I’m not, I cannot, play it loud. Understand?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Eldora leaned on the counter. While looking down to open his smartphone and the video app, Paul quickly noticed Eldora’s long valley of cleavage through the few buttons undone on her casual, floral shine blouse. Her chest was speckled with light freckles. In his assessment, he guessed her breasts were full-sized and likely perfectly sagging. Nevertheless, her bra was handling the lovely breasts well.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Paul coughed as he drew his eyes away from Eldora. \u201cListen to this.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The sexy voice began: \u201cI want to slide my tongue all over your\u2014\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat the hell is that out there?\u201d Joe stormed through the saloon doors. His white apron was dirtied with prep work and cooking for the few customers.<\/span><\/p>\n

Paul stopped the recording.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI didn\u2019t just hear that, did I?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d Eldora retorted as harshly as Joe’s interruption had been. \u201cYou’re getting old, losing your hearing, you old bastard.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Paul and Eldora laughed. Joe quieted. He left.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou always are able to kick him out. You’ve got something special.\u201d Paul nodded, acknowledging her prowess.<\/span><\/p>\n

She tugged the collar of her blouse, playfully accepting Paul’s compliment with humor. The tugs, though, shifted the buttons down her chest.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWomen have a way, especially with ornery old dogs. The ornery ones can never get enough. They want to be put in the corner,\u201d she said.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI heard you!\u201d Joe grouched from the kitchen.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cPlug your ears and button your lip, Joe!\u201d Eldora yelled back.<\/span><\/p>\n

Eldora then again attended to Paul and his issue. \u201cThis woman, now, what color of hair does she have?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBrown but I only got a snapshot of it. Went on and off the screen so fast.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLike golden brown, dark-chocolate brown\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou too?\u201d Paul interrupted. He shook his head in frustration. \u201cMy friend had the exact same question when I said her hair was brown. Anyway, it was too fast for me to tell.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Eldora raised up. \u201cNo need to get ornery.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Paul apologized.<\/span><\/p>\n

Eldora nodded to accept Paul\u2019s apology. \u201cSince you can\u2019t decide on her hair, I want a glance at her hand with the tattoo. Find it for me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Paul pushed the video to where he thought the tattooed hand would appear or appear soon. Because it would be here and gone so fast, he let the video play\u2014audio and all.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI have my finger rubbing my pussy. I am trying to be calm so everyone here won\u2019t notice.\u201d She murmured softly into the phone. \u201cLet me slide my finger under my panties for a little more fun.\u201d She hiccupped at the touch. \u201cI have to stop. I’m flushing red. My goodness! An orgasm has never rushed up on me like that. When you hear this, know that I am at my place, fucking myself and wishing it was you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

And then the hand flashed into view and was gone. Paul didn\u2019t pause it in time.<\/span><\/p>\n

Eldora ruffled her collar to let heat escape.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cShe is good. Very good.\u201d Eldora puffed out her cheeks. \u201cWhere’s that Elijah Craig?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She turned to the shelves of bottles along the mirror. Paul smiled, seeing her butt packed into a tight pair of Wrangler blue jeans. The W was stitched into each back pocket.<\/span><\/p>\n

She grabbed a bottle from the top shelf and trickled some into the tiny glass.<\/span><\/p>\n

Joe stormed through the saloon doors. \u201cDon’t go wasting my liquor like you do. That\u2019s Elijah Craig there! Better pay for it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOld man, you know I always settle up right with you.\u201d She poured another and drank it while staring definitely at Joe.<\/span><\/p>\n

He looked to be sizzling while watching his dollars go down her throat. Eldora wiped her lips with the back of her left hand. The pair held their staredown from across the dim bar.<\/span><\/p>\n

Joe broke first. He banged through the saloon doors.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBastard,\u201d Eldora said quietly. \u201cNever stops, does he?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou can put the shot on my tab.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo.\u201d She wagged her finger. \u201cI consider shots as some sort of healthcare plan.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou’re a smart, wily woman.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Paul put his fist forward and Eldora bumped his.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI got skills and know-how. All kinds when it comes to men.\u201d She shined her fingernails on her blouse facetiously.<\/span><\/p>\n

Paul saw they were rattle-can red. A thought shot across his mind: Did she\u2026 Was she\u2026<\/span><\/p>\n

Over the past months, he had heard what had come out of her mouth. She could hang with the grittiness of the heavy drinkers in the bar when they were loaded. She could banter with their fun and then burn them, forcing them into silence.<\/span><\/p>\n

Another customer sat at the other end of the bar closer to the television. Eldora went to get his order and drinks.<\/span><\/p>\n

Paul watched the sports talk commentators debating useless topics, while also glancing at her, hoping he wouldn\u2019t be obvious.<\/span><\/p>\n

Her hair was reddish\u2014more strawberry than auburn\u2014and curled in a classic spiral perm as a reemergence from the 1970s hairstyles.<\/span><\/p>\n

But the tattoo? Paul remembered Joe saying she had one, but, when she showed her hands, he didn\u2019t see one that matched. It couldn\u2019t be her.<\/span><\/p>\n

As she talked to the patron, Paul outlined her round lips with his eyes. She chatted and laughed pleasantly. She knew all the aspects of bartending.<\/span><\/p>\n

\"sex<\/a><\/p>\n

The comment from the video came to mind: \u201cA secret: I\u2019m a great cocksucker. I love good cock.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Does Eldora love dicks? Does she assess each drinker on the \u2018manness\u2019 he had?<\/span><\/p>\n

Does Eldora think I\u2019m hot? The thought made Paul have to stretch his neck.<\/span><\/p>\n

Eldora was making his body react. A nice ass, big tits and divine lips. Her Wrangler jeans and her floral blouse gave her just the right contours.<\/span><\/p>\n

But the tattoo. It confounded him. How was it her but not her? Yes but she couldn\u2019t. All the questions ran through his mind. He was confused.<\/span><\/p>\n

He paced along the bar, away from the other customer. He would glance at the woman who was mixing a drink. She filled jiggers, dumping each one into the shaker.<\/span><\/p>\n

Fitting the top of the shaker, Eldora peered at Paul. She gave a quick grin and then began to shake up and down, fast and hard. Paul watched her body move and her hair bounce. Although he could not exactly see it happening, he got turned on by knowing what was being shaken along with the mixed drink. He could imagine her tits bounce and her hands gripping a dick, instead of a shaker. She glanced at Paul and winked. She turned away and shook harder. He knew it was for him.<\/span><\/p>\n

She poured out the drink into the customer’s glass and set it before him.<\/span><\/p>\n

She then slid her white towel down the bar to Paul.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo\u2026\u201d Eldora said.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI didn\u2019t know you had\u2026\u201d Paul\u2019s mind stalled. He couldn\u2019t finish.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou looked good up there. I wanted to, you know, have a little fun. I just got an impulse.\u201d She grinned.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBut all you said\u2026 was it, um, real?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She laughed and stepped back. She could not stop grinning. However she didn\u2019t answer him.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou know what you did to me.\u201d Paul shook his head. \u201cYou\u2026 I’ve been racking my brain.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She leaned close. \u201cI shouldn\u2019t ask this, but have you \u2018racked\u2019 anything else while listening?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Paul flushed red. A line of perspiration ran along his hairline and down to the back of his neck. He twisted like a little boy.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHow many times? What part did you like most?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI can\u2019t believe it was you. You\u2026 your mind.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh, that was nothing, Paul.\u201d She waved off the comment.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMore filth?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She leaned on the bar. Paul saw that she was making her breasts more obvious.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat got you most?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He didn\u2019t answer.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI bet it was\u2014\u201d She pooched out her lips.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI am\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cTell me how many times you you-know to me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI, um.\u201d Paul was still processing that Eldora, this cool bartender that he had chatted with for months now, was the woman on the recording.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWant to bring your guitar to my place? I get off at one.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWill I play while you…\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Paul gulped.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201c\u2026if I\u2019m in the mood.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Joe banged through the saloon doors. \u201cEldora, you got other customers. That boy ain\u2019t even paid for anything. Leave him unless he gets something!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHey, you old bastard, he’s getting something. So get in the kitchen yourself and leave me the hell alone.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She winked. \u201cCrotchety old men want to be put in their place.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat about young, um, young guys?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI’m trying to find out if young guys want to be put in the corner too. Maybe I will find out.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

An hour after Eldora’s shift, she and Paul were on the couch at her place. Her shirt and bra were already off. He lifted her low-hanging, squishy tits to his mouth. He held them and sucked her hard, pink nipples.<\/span><\/p>\n

She cooed and stroked his soft, blond hair. She was pleased by the attention. She wrapped her arms around his head, like she was hugging a cute puppy.<\/span><\/p>\n

But her hands could not stop from exploring his body. Her right hand traveled over his shoulders, down his arms and to his waist. She made sure he was enjoying this.<\/span><\/p>\n

In a throaty voice, she asked, \u201cHow many times did you jerk off to me? Tell me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Paul pulled his mouth off her breast. \u201cI don\u2019t remember. A lot. Like everyday, more than twice, probably.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She grinned.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cStand up.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He did.<\/span><\/p>\n

She undid his jeans and peeled them down to his knees.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAre you great at sucking dick?\u201d he asked.<\/span><\/p>\n

She locked her eyes with his and pooched her lips. She then brought his cock into her mouth. Her tongue swirled and licked and suctioned. She then pulled back. She kissed the tip and licked around its head.<\/span><\/p>\n

Paul groaned and grabbed her curly hair that now was frizzy. He rocked into her mouth. She fought against him, breaking free. \u201cI need a fuck.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

They shed the rest of their clothes in her bedroom.<\/span><\/p>\n

She had a nice thatch of dark auburn hair and bright, pink pussy lips. He shoved his dick into her. She arched her back and gripped the bed sheets.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh, god. My goodness. Yes, this is what I needed. Hard. Work hard.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Paul answered with thrusts. Their bodies slapped and smacked. Her breasts swung in all directions as if they had gone insane.<\/span><\/p>\n

Eldora shut her eyes and winced. She released a shout, followed by a series of hoots. Paul felt her pussy squeeze and hold his dick.<\/span><\/p>\n

He drove deeper and soon shot his cum into her. He remained over her for a moment, enjoying the waning pleasure. He then fell flat next to her. They laid there for a long time.<\/span><\/p>\n

When they regained their senses, Paul asked about the tattoo.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThe phone nearly fell and a girl grabbed it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo she heard you?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDoes it matter?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI guess not.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThen, yes, she did. She encouraged me to do more.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t think you needed encouraging.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI know my filthy mind. I’ve bartended around men for years.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u201cI have a filthy mind too.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh?\u201d She sat up on her elbow.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cExcept I like to do more than talk. It’s a skill we young guys have. Plus more energy.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat about going to the corner?\u201d she asked in a soft voice.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cTry me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

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