
Nautica bends over and shows her tight ass
I was sitting sideways at the bar, so I could look over discreetly at what my wife was doing. But the old guy had twisted his seat around so he was looking directly at the four sitting in the booth. He was pretty drunk. He leaned toward me, confidingly, trying not to let his enthusiasm get too loud. “That’s the best looking piece of ass I’ve ever seen in here,” he said. “Usually they’ve got pants on. The girls I mean. But it’s a treat to see a girl like that . . . .” He suddenly stopped as though he’d swallowed something the wrong way. “Geez!” he resumed, “Look at that! You can see right up her dress. See that?” Oddly, I found this crude talk quite stimulating . And so was the fact that what the drunk was saying happened to be true. From where we sat, we could both see very far up her skirt. As she chatted with the guys on either side of her, Nancy crossed and recrossed her legs several times, but there were times when she spread her knees about a foot apart. “Yes, I see what you mean,” I said. “I think she’s wearing panties, though.” “Maybe,” he said. “But they’re pretty thin.” Then he began muttering things to himself. Mostly they were obscene remarks about how he’d like to eat her cunt, fuck her till she screamed, that sort of thing. He sounded almost hostile, knowing he had no chance of actually doing any of these things. The hostility began to be a turn-off for me. Turning sideways again at the bar (with my back to the drunk, who continued muttering), I noticed that Nancy had her new friends’ full attention. As the four of them talked and drank for almost an hour, Tall Guy, who was sitting at her left, kept looking down her blouse and I knew, from his angle, he had to be getting great looks at her sometimes exposed right nipple. Nancy pretended not to notice, of course, that she was letting too much tit show.