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It was spring in Montreal and my friend Adam and I had just finished our last exam of the year. As planned, we met up afterward outside the library to go out for drinks. Unfortunately it was a Tuesday night, so it seemed that it would be a pretty low key celebration. Still we had to do something. We’d just finished another semester and more or less managed to maintain our focus during beautiful Montreal spring. I don’t know what it’s like to try to study in more temperate climates, but when the snow melts and the city patios start to come to life, it’s almost unbearable to keep your nose buried in books. It was a short walk from our campus to a stretch of bars on Bishop St. There was a place there where we were fairly regular at and it seemed like as good a place as any to go when there was nothing special to do. Our exam finished at 9:00 PM and Montreal bars usually don’t start to fill up until after eleven at night. Since this was a weeknight though, by the time we arrived the crowd was pretty much as heavy as it was going to get. We headed up to the second floor and luckily just as we arrived a small group got up from a table by the front window to leave. We quickly slid by them as they left to grab a great table overlooking the street and open to the spring air. Since the weather was so nice the bar was probably more full than usual for a Tuesday. Plus what people there were at the bar were mostly gathered towards the front by the open windows, making the place feel more crowded than it actually was. After a few beers we noticed that there was a pair of girls hanging by the railing on the lower landing etlik escort just below our table. They were about as close as they could get the front windows without being at a table on the upper landing. My friend and I started chatting with them over the railing and in no time they had joined us at our table. One girl was had sandy coloured curly brown hair to her shoulders and the other had straight blond hair that was a bit shorter than her friends. Looks wise there wasn’t that much to separate the two. They were both attractive and any preference I think would have come down to a matter of taste. We were all getting along pretty well and both my friend and I were beginning to pair off with each girl. Truth be told, I was more attracted to the one with the darker hair, but I could tell that she was more interested in my friend. It wasn’t too surprising to me either. Adam had an ability to attract women that was a mystery among our friends. At least it was a mystery among our male friends, but it seemed some of our female friends had drunk the cool aid. He was a short, low keyed guy who just seemed kind of well adjusted. Over the time I’d known him, I’d seen him pick up girls without really doing anything more than just being there. I’ve seen girl’s hit on him in front of their boyfriends and because he’s such a runt the boyfriends would then size me up as if I was the one they’d have to teach a lesson. Anyway, as far as acting as wing-man goes this really wasn’t a case of making a sacrifice, so much as making an adjustment. Besides any preference at this point was keçiören escort purely superficial and easily subject to change as they were both pretty hot. The blond was about 5’ 6” with a nice body, bright blue eyes and straight blond hair that was cut into rounded bangs in front and fell at the sides and back almost to her shoulders. All things considered, my so called second choice may have performed the same mating calculation as me. Either way, after a few drinks and conversation things really began to click between the two of us. When my hand found a suggestive resting spot on her thigh, its welcome portended well for things that might come. The four of us were all still having a normal conversation, but more and more my hand was causing the occasional interruption in my new friends speech. Every so often I’d lightly touch her pussy and her eyes would look at me with a pleading sort of amusement. We were all taking turns buying rounds along with occasional shots and when my new friend’s turn came up again she announced that she was out of cash. “Is there a bank anywhere near here?” she asked to us all. Her friend offered to cover her round, but she declined saying that she’d have to go get some cash sooner or later and that she might as well go now. Her friend offered to go with her, but I politely interrupted and said I needed to go the bank too and could go along with her. Since neither of the girls knew where the bank machine was my offer was readily accepted. As soon as we were on street I pulled her to me and we finally had a nice long kiss. The bank was kızılay escort just up the street on the corner of Ste. Catherine St., the main thoroughfare through downtown Montreal. The machine was just inside the entrance and she let me use the machine first. When it was her turn I got right up behind her and pulled her body back tight against me. She turned her head towards me and our mouths met in a kiss. Finally she pulled away a bit laughing and said, “Hey, l’m trying to do some banking here!” “Don’t worry,” I told her as I ground against her ass, “I won’t look at your pass code.” She was wearing a loose fitting mini dress and it was really easy to slip my hands underneath. As she struggled to poke away at the keys, my left hand slid though the side of her dress feeling the soft skin of the breasts, while my right hand reached around her waist and under her short dress. With only her panties between my hand and her pussy I pulled her back against the hardness of my bulge. When I moved her underwear to the side of her pussy I still really had no other plan other than to make out a bit. As I started playing with her uncovered pussy she shuddered and moaned, but protested, “What if someone comes in?” A reasonable question to consider, but at that point I was too horny to care. “Don’t worry,” I said, “it’s not like we’re really doing anything.” She really wasn’t a good multi-tasker. Instead of working on her transaction she had her hands on each side of the machine, while I humped against her ass and fingered her pussy. When the machine would start beeping in protest at being ignored, she would briefly return her to her transaction. When I took my cock out and slid it over the lips of her pussy she said, “No, not here there are cameras!” “Don’t worry,” I said again, “do you think anyone actually monitors the recordings? It’s archived unless the machine is robbed or something.
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