Bar Night: A Wild Adventure

"Hey Jerry, that's my daughter! Where do you think you're touching?"

My colleague, Jerry Steele, has had too much to drink in the bar. He's mistaken my daughter, Maya Glover, for an escort of the bar.

His hand keeps roaming across her thighs. At one point, he almost reaches up her skirt to touch her.

What's crazy is that Maya seems to enjoy the way Jerry touches her, based on how horny she seems.

Then, I look at Jerry's daughter, Lucinda Steele. Her chest is so big that her top is about to burst from the pressure.

In that case, don't blame me for what I'm about to do to your daughter, Jerry!

My name was Nicholas Glover. Jerry Steele and I weren't just colleagues—we were each other's wingman. We often went for massages together after work. We'd also go for foot spas before opting for "extra" service.

We were as thick as thieves, always there to back one another's families up.

As it happened, Jerry's daughter was about to turn 20. We organized a birthday party for her at a pub so that she could get a taste of the adult scene.

Jerry's daughter, Lucinda Steele, had a great voice, and she had been dying to sing at a pub. However, Jerry wouldn't hear of it, no matter what, always claiming that she was too young to be in pubs.

She would soon be 20. Women her age back in the day would already be married with kids.

Jerry finally relented, deciding this could be Lucinda's coming-of-age celebration. Though, as a young woman, she wouldn't possibly have fun with two old farts like us.

So, I called up my daughter, Maya Glover, to come along with us. The moment Maya heard that we were going to a pub to celebrate Lucinda's birthday, she jumped with joy.

She changed into a youthful outfit and went with us to the pub, where we made a reservation for a private lounge for the four of us. We sat next to one another on the couch. A birthday cake sat on the coffee table, and next to the cake were fruits, snacks, and bottles of beer.

Jerry and I were usually strict about not letting our daughters drink. But since it was a special occasion today, we gave our permission for them to let loose and have fun.

However, after a few beers, Jerry actually rested his hand on my daughter's thigh. I couldn't tell whether he was actually buzzed or just pretending. Maya was wearing a short skirt, leaving her thighs completely exposed. He basically had his hand right on her thigh.

I couldn't let that slide. Maya wasn't some bar girl at the pub.

I gave Jerry's leg a nudge. "Watch where you're touching, Jerry! She's my daughter."

Jerry looked at me, his breath reeking of alcohol and his face flushed red. "Your daughter? What did I even do?"

Jerry really couldn't read the room at all. I leaned past him and prompted Maya, "Scoot over to the other side a little. Don't lean on Mr. Steele."

To my surprise, Maya shot me a glare. In a tone of annoyance, she protested, "What's wrong with you, Dad? Why are you asking me to scoot when I finally had this chance to come here and have fun?"

Upon saying that, she continued sitting where she was, allowing Jerry to stroke her thigh.

As I watched all that happen right in front of me, my stomach began twisting with anxiety. Was this innocent daughter of mine about to be devoured by an animal?

I rose to my feet and was about to tear them apart from one another when Lucinda, who was sitting beside me, pulled me back all of a sudden.

She urged, "Come sing with me, Mr. Glover."

I fell back onto the couch once she yanked me down, and I happened to fall directly onto her voluptuous bosoms. I could feel how soft they were, and they were massive!

I perked up instantly.

Lucinda handed a microphone to me, saying, "This song is meant to be a duet, Mr. Glover. Since my dad already had too much to drink, you should come sing with me instead."

The song she chose was a love song. As we sang together, it felt like we were a couple. This feeling was quite intoxicating indeed. This was especially so when she hooked her arm around mine, pressing her chest up against my shoulder. I felt the heat of desire flare up within me instantly.

Even though I went for massages frequently, the people who served me were often older women in their 30s or 40s. I had never come in contact with a 20-year-old woman like Lucinda.

She truly felt softer than the fluff of cotton candy. To my even greater surprise, she actually took my hand and placed it right on her chest.

Instantly, I could feel her suppleness and tenderness right against my palm. I also felt a hard peak. I couldn't believe that she was actually braless!

I pulled my hand back in fright, then whispered in her ear, "You must be mad. I'm close friends with your father."

At this moment, Lucinda was blushing, her expression full of unmet desire as she pleaded, "I get this… itch whenever I drink. Just scratch this itch for me, will you, Mr. Glover? Just shield me with your body so my dad doesn't notice us."

As I stared down at the fleshy globes through her neckline, I gulped. She was indeed a stunner. She was curvy and more voluptuous than those stars in adult films.

Heat kept surging within me, becoming impossible to suppress. Who could ever resist when a spectacular 20-year-old woman begged them for a favor as such?

I took a quick glance at Jerry next to me. Not only had he already reached his hand under Maya's skirt, but Maya even leaned into it, parting her legs as she narrowed her eyes slightly, looking like she was absolutely enjoying things.

To be frank, I knew that she had a pretty high sexual drive. I'd discovered quite a number of toys in her dresser when I tidied up her room. I would also often hear those unmistakable sounds coming from her in the bathroom.

She was an adult, after all, and it was completely normal for her to have her desires. So, I did not interfere.

Now, as I watched her being fondled by Jerry right before my eyes, I actually found myself getting off on it.

Well, since Jerry was fooling around with my daughter, I wouldn't play nice with his daughter, Lucinda.