My Sweets

Bucket List

JESSA

"What should I wear?" I yell to Bobby.

He comes into my closet with a huge smile on his face. "Something that I can easily and stealthily get into," he smirks at me.

I pull out the skimpy pink dress from my bachelorette party. "This is the sluttiest dress I have."

"Fuck yeah," he growls. "Panties or no panties?"

I scrunch up my face. "I think I have to wear knickers with this one. It's too short. I don't want to give everyone a show." He sticks out his bottom lip, pouting. I gently bite it before sticking my tongue into his mouth. "I'll wear a thong. Skimpy and you can easily move it aside to fuck me."

"Perfect." He kisses me passionately before leaving the closet.

I can't believe we're doing this. I quickly step into the dress. We're going to a club tonight to check off more from our sexual bucket list. The plan is for public oral sex and sex. I slip a condom in my clutch. I have no idea how we're going to pull this off.

Bobby whistles at me when I walk downstairs. "Hot damn, Jessa. I'm going to be chasing guys away from you. My favorite dress ever."

"Not really the best dress to not draw attention to ourselves," I giggle.

"We're just going to have fun partying. If we can't cross these off our bucket list, we'll do it a different time. I got us a hotel in town tonight. I'm getting shitfaced."

"Yay! Sounds fun!" I peck his cheek.

He walks me outside and opens the door of his white Ferrari for me. "Yeah, this car doesn't draw attention to us at all," I laugh.

He sighs as he settles behind the wheel. "I love this car."

I giggle. "Oh I know you do. You tell me all the time."

He drives way too fast into town. It's fun, but I also hate how fast he drives. Before long, he pulls up to a club and valet takes his precious car. Bobby tips them and we skip the line to walk right in. Once inside, we head straight to the bar. He orders a couple shots to get us started.

"You're going to have me instantly drunk," I laugh.

"Lightweight," he chuckles. It's true though.

I take my cranberry vodka and he has his whisky. We find an empty table in a dark secluded corner and sit down. We drink and flirt. I'm already feeling the affects from the hard liquor. Bobby's hands are all over me. The more he drinks, the hornier and braver he's getting.

"I can't even with this dress," he says as he runs his thumb along my cleavage. He looks around. "Actually, I think I'm ready to eat you now." He pulls me in for a kiss.

"I don't think I'm drunk enough yet."

"You don't need to be drunk to enjoy this." Damn his voice is so sexy sounding. He glances around then drops himself onto the floor. My nerves instantly fade when I feel his tongue against my clit. I take a big drink to mask my moan. He inserts a finger and moves it fiercely while his tongue works its magic. Holy shit this feels amazing. I scan the room and try to look normal. Nobody is paying any attention to us. I reach under the table and run my hand through his curls. My hips begin to tremble as my body happily responds to his attention. I clinch my thighs around his head as I orgasm.

He doesn't even slyly come up. "Aren't you worried someone will see you?" I giggle as he crawls out from under the table.

"Nope. Could care less." I passionately kiss him, tasting myself. "My dick's about to explode, Lass," he mumbles into the kiss. He not so discreetly grabs my breast.