He looked so melancholy sitting there all alone in his booth with his lager.  I watched him as I danced with my girlfriends on the club floor.  No one joined him and he just continued to sit there, alone, drinking.  I felt the urge to find some way to cheer him up.  So, I ordered a bottle of the lager he’d been nursing for the last hour for each of us and slipped into the seat opposite him.  I slid one of the bottle across the table to him and just sat their quietly drinking with him.  Then I took his hand and lead him out to the dance floor where I swayed my hips into his to the beat of the music.

I could feel him growing rock hard inside his jeans.  So, I took his hand once again and found a dark corner of the club.  Sinking to my knees I moved my mouth on his cock to the beat of the Nickleback song blasting through the speakers.  When he exploded inside my mouth I looked up.  He wasn’t melancholy anymore.

Zesty Zoey

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