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At the Bar
(Jane Snow)

"This must be it," I said, leaning towards Ryan's ear.

"Yo!  Amy?  You Amy?"  A deep, powerful voice boomed as a tall, bald, black man stepped out from one of the booths.

"Oh my God..."  I heard Ryan whisper.

Tyrone was somehow larger than his picture made him appear.  He definitely looked like a bodybuilder with his broad mountain like shoulders.  I wasn't that tall, a little over five and a half feet but I considered myself taller than average.  Tyron easily towered over me, probably a foot or more.

"Tyrone?"  I responded back.

"Mmm...  Damn, you look fucking good," Tyrone responded, his eyes dancing around my dress.  He paused and looked down at my husband.  "Who this?"

"Uh...  Hi...  Hello, uh...  My name's Ryan," my husband introduced as he stuck out his hand.

"The fuck?  Wait, is you two married?"  Tyrone questioned as he immediately looked down at my ring finger.  "Shit, then what was all that flirting about?  Am I being catfished or whatever the fuck?"  He asked angrily, ignoring my husband's handshake offer.

"What?  I don't know what you mean by catfished but I don't think that's what we're doing," I replied.

"What?  I can't hear you," Tyrone replied.

I pointed at the booth he had come out from.  "Let's talk in there!"  I said, raising my voice.

Tyrone paused and I could see he was thinking through his options.  I bent towards him a bit, letting him get a clear view of my cleavage.  "It'll be worth your time!"  I continued, making sure to make eye contact with him.

He shrugged and headed back into the booth, followed by Ryan and me.  The booth was slightly quieter and I pulled the curtains closed.  Tyrone sat down in the booth while my husband nervously stood nearby.

"I'm still looking to have a good time," I started.

"What's he?"  Tyrone asked, nodding at Ryan.

"He's my husband but he wants to watch," I replied.

Tyrone's eyebrows furrowed as he leaned back against the back booth wall.  "Oh shit, you one of those white couples..."  He started as he scratched his chin.  "My cuz was talking about shit like this," he said as he smirked.  "And you ain't no cops or anything?"  Tyrone asked suspiciously.

"We're not cops," I replied.

"I wanna hear him say it too," Tyrone said. 

"What?  Seriously?"  Ryan asked.

"You questioning me white boy?"  Tyrone responded, leaning forward and flexing his biceps a bit.

"Uh... sorry, no.  I am not a cop," Ryan answered meekly.

"Good, good," Tyrone said as he nodded and stared at me.  "Damn, you fucking look good."

"Thank you," I replied, feeling my face blush.

"Let me see that ass," Tyrone ordered as he leaned back and unzipped his pants.

"Here?"  I questioned, stunned.

"You," Tyrone said as he pointed at my husband.  "Keep them curtains closed, and make sure nobody come swinging by," he continued.

Ryan nodded and walked over to the entrance of the booth.  He grabbed the curtains and turned his attention back towards me and Tyrone.  I gulped and turned my ass towards Tyrone, slowly pulling up my dress.

"Damn!"  Tyrone grunted as he reached down into his boxers.

I turned my head and looked at his crotch as I pulled my dress up and above my ass cheeks.  My sheer pink thong was now in clear view and I bent forward just slightly, letting my ass push back towards Tyrone.  He reached out with his free hand and squeezed my ass cheek.

"Fuck, that feels fucking tight," he said, his other hand still in his boxers.

His thumb pressed against my crotch; the slim silky fabric of my thong the only barrier between it and my wet sex.  He teased it, vibrating his thumb between my legs while squeezing my ass.  I couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

Ryan quietly watched, clutching to the curtain tightly.  The tent between his legs returned, pressing against his dress pants.  I smiled and leaned further back, my ass close to Tyrone's face.

"Shit, turn that ass back around and let this beast loose," Tyrone said as he pulled his hand out from his boxers.

I turned and leaned forward, pausing as I stared at his crotch.  Unlike my husband, there wasn't a tent popping up from his boxers.  But there was definitely a noticeable pipe like object at his crotch.  I gasped as I noticed the tip of his massive member poke up from the waistband of his boxers.

"Oh my God!"  I yelped, pulling back a bit in surprise.

"You like what you see?  Go on, take it out," Tyrone teased.