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?That's from the lady, over there," the barman smiled at Wilbur and indicated with his eyes toward the blonde sitting at the end of the bar, as he slid the drink towards him.Wilbur was on his second drink for the night at his regular watering hole, The Tipsy Tipple. He had been here more regularly after his breakup a couple of months ago and had come to know a couple of the regulars by name. He enjoyed the familiarity and companionship, especially so as he was living alone.Maybe less than twenty people were scattered around the otherwise empty tables. The atmosphere was like most Tuesdays, rather quiet and subdued. Wilbur noticed the lanky blonde with her short, dishevelled hair when she walked in and sat down at the end of the bar. She greeted the barman by name and ordered a drink. Wilbur thought her quite attractive but looked away when it appeared she came to meet another man, whom she hugged and kissed when he arrived.'Makes sense,'*Wilbur smirked to himself, 'why else would a hot blonde be here by herself on a Tuesday.'His eyes involuntarily drifted back to her again though. She was wearing a skin-tight pair of blue jeans with brown leather, high heel boots, and a khaki long-sleeved shirt. He liked the look of her but soon lost interest in watching her laugh and enjoy her male companion?s company. He returned his attention to the football game on the television instead. It was something to watch even though he was not that interested in the game being played. He finished his first drink relatively quickly and ordered a second one which he sipped a little slower. He was not planning on staying long as it was a work night and he had an early morning the following day.Then the barman slid the drink in front of him.Wilbur thanked him and looked up to see from whom it came. A pleasant smile broke his stern face when he saw the blonde raise her glass and mouth "Cheers" at him. She was by herself now and the man she was with, was nowhere in sight. Wilbur picked up the drink and walked over to her."Cheers!" he exclaimed and clinked his glass against hers."I was just about to call it a night, but thank you for your kindness," he charmingly lead, "May I ask the name of my beautiful beverage benefactor?""Jolene", she replied, "but my friends call me Jo," and smiled back at him. She reached out her hand to greet him."I'm Wilbur. My friends call me Will," he smirked at his own wit, "It is lovely to meet you. Do you come here often?"The two struck up a conversation about the pub, who knew whom there, and it turned out they had a couple of mutual acquaintances. Wilbur preyed on the man she was with, which solicited a loud laugh from her, assuring him that it was just her brother. She was not seeing anyone either, she nonchalantly added, and noticed Wilbur?s eyebrow lift when she mentioned this.They soon finished their drinks and Wilbur offered to buy her another but she declined, explaining that she had to be at work early the next morning and she could not have a late night.*"Fair enough,? Wilbur replied, ?but could I perhaps settle my debt and buy bursa escort (https://hatchresources.com/) you a drink sometime?""Absolutely! I?d love that," she beamed another broad smile and asked the barman for a napkin. She took a pen from her handbag and scribbled something on it. Jo folded the napkin neatly and handed it to Wilbur. There was a moment when they touched and both felt the other?s caress when their fingers lifted against the other. Their eyes met as they looked up."It was lovely meeting you," Jo said, "I look forward to you settling your debt," before she kissed him on the cheek and left.Wilbur carefully unfolded the napkin so he would not damage the important information held within. The unfolded, white square of tissue paper showed her mobile number with a short note simply saying: 'Call me xxx'He immediately saved Jo?s mobile number to his phone and then typed her a quick message:'Now you have mine too. Thanks for an unexpected, yet terrific Tuesday night xxx'*There was no response from her until later that evening. Wilbur had returned home, showered, and was in bed watching something on the TV. The cowbell message alert rang loudly and when he checked his phone, saw it was from Jo.'Unexpected indeed! Lovely nonetheless x,'*it read.Nothing else followed and Wilbur sent her a quick reply:'I couldn?t agree more! Sleep well, I'll call you tomorrow x'The call to Jo the following day did not go so well. Wilbur was uncharacteristically nervous about asking Jo on a date. He rehearsed a quick plan in his head and felt well prepared about what to say. But when he dialled her number, the phone rang for a while until it went to her voicemail. Wilbur quit the call without leaving a message. He figured he'll try later, which he did after about an hour had lapsed, but when Jo answered, she cut him off and said she'll call him back.By late afternoon, Wilbur felt a little despondent as he had heard nothing back from Jo. And he did not want to appear over eager by contacting her again. He shrugged his shoulders and thought*?Whatever?. He was most certainly not going to feel like a puppy waiting for food and decided to move on with his day.Wilbur returned home later that evening after a run at a nearby park. When he finished his shower, he checked his phone while he was drying his hair.There were two missed calls from Jo."Shit!" he cursed loudly and opened the unread messages.'Dammit I'm sorry Will, it?s been a hell of a day and I could only call you back when I did. Please call me when you get this x'There was also a photo attached. It was a close-up of her lips making a kissing pout at the camera.'Nice!'*he thought and hastily replied to her text.?I just got out of the shower? call you in 10?'*He quickly dried off his body and wrapped the towel loosely around his waist. When he picked up his phone again, there was another message from Jo.'Mmm? just got out the shower? I could always wash your back to make it up to you?'*He enjoyed her boldness and dialled the number."So have you dried off, or are you still a little wet?" she greeted him."Still a little wet I'm afraid, bursa escort bayan (https://hatchresources.com/) but I've got my towel on so it'll dry off soon enough." Wilbur laughed.Jo giggled and continued to tell Wilbur about her horror day at work. Her boss sounded like a royal prick but he listened intently until she was done."So, that's my excuse," she concluded, "would you be so kind as to accept my humble apology, hmmm?" her voice switched to a cutesy, begging voice."Well, as it stands, I am the one indebted to you," countered Wilbur, "but to be fair, I did feel a bit done by. So yes, I accept your apology, but you owe me.... hmmm, let's see," he paused for a second, "I might accept that backwash!? They both chuckled."Well, I would say yes, but you have not even bought me a drink yet," she coyly giggled.They chatted for a short while, more flirting than an actual conversation though. Wilbur eventually asked if she was free Saturday evening and they agreed to meet at a well-known restaurant. They were ending their conversation when Jo blurted out:"You know I?ll need to get you wet first.""Huh? What do you mean?" Wilbur was caught off-guard."I certainly can?t do you ?dry?, no can I?? she replied suspiciously, and after a quick pause, added, ?Your back, that is. Ok then, bye for now, chat soon.? And she hung up.Wilbur was still smiling and thinking about her words when his phone buzzed. Jo sent him a photo of her in the bath, just showing her legs with feet propped up on the bath rim."Now I'm wet..."*the message read.Wilbur was pleasingly surprised by the sexy photo and her subtle, yet, sexual frankness. He was lying on his couch, with only his towel loosely draped around his waist, and took a quick photo of his legs, from the towel down. When he looked at the photo he noticed the outline of his dick under the towel and was about to take another, when he decided against it and sent it anyway."Bone dry"*his message read.Jo replied almost immediately:"Hmm? Dry? Perhaps. But that, sir, is NOT a bone beneath your towel"*with a laughing emoji attached.Will:*?Oh you noticed that? What a perve! lol?Jo: ?You might find out??Will:*?Find out what? That you?re a perve? I apparently know that already haha?Jo:*?You might find out?Jo:*?Exactly how much of a perve I am. ?Jo:*?If you?re nice?Wilbur re-read the messages. Jo?s innuendos were not subtle and he was taken aback by a woman coming across with such sexual confidence. And it was also a huge turn-on for him.Will:*?I was taught to be nice?Will:*?Until the perve comes out! LOL?Jo:*?So Wilbur?Jo: ?That bone of yours??Jo:*?I?d love to see it?Wilbur required little convincing and flapped the towel off him and quickly snapped a pic of his dick. It was still flaccid but bulgingly lay on the side of his leg. He sent the pic to Jo, with a kiss emoji attached.Jo:*?Hmmm, I like that?Jo:*?A lot!?Will:*?Well, you have work tomorrow, so you will have to wait until the weekend?Jo:*?I don?t know if I can?A photo loads.It?s a close-up photo of her pussy, with two fingers inside it. Her fingers and vulva glistened in the flash?s escort bursa (https://hatchresources.com/) light, making her soaked condition crystal clear.?Fuck me! I can be there in 5 minutes!?Wilbur excitedly typed her a quick reply, then stared lustfully at the photo on his phone.?Seriously, you?ll come now??*beeps her message a couple of seconds later.?Absofuckinglutely! Send me your address!?*Wilbur furiously typed his reply, jumped up to pull on his tracksuit pants, and throw on a long sleeve sweater. He was busy tying his shoelaces when Jo?s message rang.?23 Balkan Crescent?*That was all it said. And all that Wilbur needed. He quickly brushed his teeth and straightened his hair before trotting out to his car. After typing Jo?s address into his GPS navigation, he throttled his car onto the freeway. The satellite navigation system told him it would take eleven minutes to reach his destination. Wilbur scoffed at this and was determined to get there in three.?You have reached your destination? the navigation lady's voice announced. Wilbur drove up and parked in the driveway of a large house in an upmarket area that he knew well. His ex?s parents lived in the same area. He turned back to his car to remotely lock it and quickly checked his phone as he walked up to the front door. There was another message from Jo.?The door is open. Lock it behind you please?*it read.Wilbur?s excitement had the better of him and he took a second to compose himself before opening the large, pivot-hung timber door. It swung open into a reception area, tastefully decorated with an antique-looking settee and a modern chrome console with a large ceramic vase on it. The travertine tiled floors swept out into a large lounge area. Wilbur was suitably impressed by the stylish home and turned back to close the large door behind him, making sure to turn the lock over.?Jo!?, he called out, ?I?m here!?He tilted his head, trying to hear something, but there was no answer and he walked further into the house. There was a darkened passage off to the left of the lounge area, and to the right was a lit dining room on the front façade, all of which had a floor-to-ceiling glazed glass. The lounge and dining area overlooked a lush lawn and a swimming pool that shone blue with its underwater lights. Behind the dining area was a modern kitchen. But no Jo. He started to panic a bit, worrying that he is in fact, in the right house. And secondly, what was going on here? His mind was still processing when he heard someone come up behind him.?I see you found me,? her voice cooed from behind him before he turned around. Jo was standing there with only a white towel wrapped around her, just big enough to nearly cover most of her breasts and dangling below her crotch. Wilbur glared at her, nodding his head as he looked her up and down.?I certainly have,? he replied, ?and what a fine find it is. You are a sight for sore eyes, Jo!? he added in approval.Jo walked up to him and let the towel drop as she stepped up to him, fully revealing her stunning body to him. Wilbur put his one hand around her head, slipping his fingers through her short blonde hair before gripping a clump and roughly pulling her into his kiss. She let out a little delightful yelp as he grabbed her before their lips made contact, indicative of her enjoyment from the rough handling.