villagegreen6
We've All Been Here.....
Note: this account contains adult themes. Reader discretion is advised!
I've been pretty forward about my fascination with the age-old "art" of pickpocketing. I have several items that pertain to the subject (which I'd be happy to share in photos for anyone interested), but there's something about this Happy Anniversary greeting card that I recently purchased that I could specifically identify with....
When I was first old enough to go out and drink socially, a group of co-workers and I gathered at a local bar on a random Friday evening for some bowling and dancing. Included in the group was our manager, an affable man named Bruce. At one point he got up to buy a round for us, his wife right beside him going to the bartender. After placing the order he reached for his wallet and pulled out a wad of cash, then put his billfold back in his right-side rear pocket, but leaving it partially sticking out. Paying the bill with some money left from the wad, Bruce's wife returned the remaining cash to his front pocket, then kept her hand nestled inside there in a playful manner.
Just afterward, a mutual friend of theirs approached from behind and greeted both of them with an embrace; I heard Bruce's wife call her Denise. As Bruce started collecting the drinks, Denise joked about his wife with her hand in his pocket. "Keep him distracted Cindy, he won't notice me do this." With a smooth motion, Denise nipped the corner of Bruce's wallet and slipped it out of his pocket, a triumphant smile on her face. The two women laughed with one another over the lift as Bruce walked over with the drinks, unaware that his pocket had just been picked. As Bruce passed out the liquor, Denise held up his wallet and asked, "You mind treating me to a drink too, honey?" Bruce gasped then laughed, shaking his head and stating, " I didn't even feel you take that! " as she returned the wallet to his pocket with a kiss on his cheek.
I had never met Denise before; she was a voluptuous, middle-aged beauty with salt and pepper hair and a very outgoing personality. She looked especially attractive in a blue silk blouse and black leather skirt. Her lift on Bruce caught my attention, and I found myself flirting with her every time I caught her eye. At one point she came up behind me, gently caressing my shoulders and leaned in. "How about a dance, handsome?" she asked with a whisper in my ear, a slow song playing in the background . I was more than happy to oblige.
As we placed our hands on each other, I complimented her on the playful lift she had done on Bruce. Denise laughed and replied, "Well, he made it easy for me; I did that more to warn him that his wallet was poking out precariously from his pocket. My husband has the same problem, always leaving his sticking out for someone to steal. I guess you could say I've had some practice at it." I chuckled at the last sentence, since her technique suggested that she'd done it before. "So if my wallet goes missing tonight, I'll know who the culprit is, right?" We both giggled at first, then she nestled in to my body and responded with, "Let me in close, and we'll see if I can get your wallet or not". As the music ceased, she asked if I could get her a drink and join her at a private table.
(It should be noted that her husband was in the vicinity during all of this. I found out through various conversations with others that Denise and her spouse were practicing an open marriage; he had his eye on a particular waitress that evening. And to confirm this, while Denise was in the restroom he came over to me, shook my hand and thanked me for keeping his wife company for the evening at one point!)
With the two of us already buzzed, we both accommodated a table away from the small gathering. I made a remark about how sexy she looked; that's all it took for her to sit on my lap, wrap her arms around my neck and start enthusiastically kissing me. She was fantastic, a sensual combination of pouty lips and vigorous tongue with the flavor of the drinks she'd had mixed in. Denise guided my hands under her silky top, and my fingers had the pleasure of being between the soft fabric and the smooth skin of her chest. She unbuttoned her blouse and firmly placed my head on her breasts, and I kissed and licked the insides of her cleavage. Denise moaned loud enough for us to become an item of attention in the lounge, but neither of us had our inhibitions at this point to care.
We spent what must have been half an hour together, locked in a passionate embrace. My hands explored more of her body, rubbing her back before descending into the back pockets of her skirt. I pulled her in even closer as her hand slipped inside my trousers, teasing the area of my groin with a graceful hand. She asked if I was ready to cum for her, and that she'd happily give me fellatio to help blow my load. I completely admit that I wanted it, told her I was ready. However, Bruce decided that this would be the moment to interrupt us...he sheepishly approached our table and timidly stated, "Guys, I hate to spoil this time for you, but people are starting to complain about your actions, and the bouncer might throw the two of you at any minute." While we were both upset by this, we reluctantly made ourselves presentable for our group once more. Raising myself up, I felt somewhat dizzy; the combination of the booze, sexual energy and sudden stop left me disoriented. Denise wrapped an arm around my waist and leaned into my side, asking if I was okay. I insisted I was, and she kissed my mouth, then told me not to go too far.
Getting back to the group, I was the target of several jokes, mostly about being Denise's new boy toy. I took it in stride; at that time I'd wondered what being with an older, experienced woman was like, and Denise had given me an answer that exceeded my wildest dreams. My best friend at the time, a good natured fellow named Mike, speculated that I'd gotten in good with her, and that a long-term relationship with Denise was possible. Even in my inebriated state, I wasn't believing that notion: we were two people enjoying a brief span of crazy lust for one another, nothing more. Denise was already using her natural talents of flirting to gain the eye of another man at the bar.
The rest of the evening was almost uneventful, mainly much storytelling and sharing work stories with others. I took that time to let the effects of the alcohol wear off. I glanced at Denise every so often, observing her socialize with others while theorizing in my head why she'd chosen me to have such an erotic make-out session with. My educated guess was that I was nothing more than a conquest for her, being much younger and greener on the ways of the world; perhaps she got a thrill from seducing someone like me.
As members of our party started to disperse for the evening, I told Mike I was leaving as well. Making my rounds of saying good-bye, Denise beckoned me towards her. Holding me in a sweet embrace, she gave me a now familiar wet kiss. Separating our lips, she then gleefully told me, "You can't leave without a certain something." At first I thought this was a hint at more amorous activity, even more so when she placed her mouth next to my ear. But then she uttered the words, "Check your back pocket", and in a quick instant I knew what she was implying.
Sure enough, my hand felt in my rear pocket to find it empty. Grinning from ear to ear, Denise turned her back towards me and pulled her blouse up. Tucked in her own back pocket was a wallet-shaped lump, and she wiggled her behind in a taunting fashion. Helping myself to my own billfold, Denise explained that she'd taken it when we left our private table....She had intentionally put her hand behind me and leaned her weight against my side as a distraction to sneak my wallet out. "I'm actually proud of that lift", she told me. "I had to work my fingers in your pocket to get it out. I'm surprised you didn't feel me take it!" I told her my dizziness at the time was the perfect distraction, and that she'd planned and executed the steal flawlessly. Giving each other a final kiss, I told her that I'd enjoyed her company, even the pickpocketing. She winked at me and responded that we should do this again....especially the pickpocketing!
We've All Been Here.....
Note: this account contains adult themes. Reader discretion is advised!
I've been pretty forward about my fascination with the age-old "art" of pickpocketing. I have several items that pertain to the subject (which I'd be happy to share in photos for anyone interested), but there's something about this Happy Anniversary greeting card that I recently purchased that I could specifically identify with....
When I was first old enough to go out and drink socially, a group of co-workers and I gathered at a local bar on a random Friday evening for some bowling and dancing. Included in the group was our manager, an affable man named Bruce. At one point he got up to buy a round for us, his wife right beside him going to the bartender. After placing the order he reached for his wallet and pulled out a wad of cash, then put his billfold back in his right-side rear pocket, but leaving it partially sticking out. Paying the bill with some money left from the wad, Bruce's wife returned the remaining cash to his front pocket, then kept her hand nestled inside there in a playful manner.
Just afterward, a mutual friend of theirs approached from behind and greeted both of them with an embrace; I heard Bruce's wife call her Denise. As Bruce started collecting the drinks, Denise joked about his wife with her hand in his pocket. "Keep him distracted Cindy, he won't notice me do this." With a smooth motion, Denise nipped the corner of Bruce's wallet and slipped it out of his pocket, a triumphant smile on her face. The two women laughed with one another over the lift as Bruce walked over with the drinks, unaware that his pocket had just been picked. As Bruce passed out the liquor, Denise held up his wallet and asked, "You mind treating me to a drink too, honey?" Bruce gasped then laughed, shaking his head and stating, " I didn't even feel you take that! " as she returned the wallet to his pocket with a kiss on his cheek.
I had never met Denise before; she was a voluptuous, middle-aged beauty with salt and pepper hair and a very outgoing personality. She looked especially attractive in a blue silk blouse and black leather skirt. Her lift on Bruce caught my attention, and I found myself flirting with her every time I caught her eye. At one point she came up behind me, gently caressing my shoulders and leaned in. "How about a dance, handsome?" she asked with a whisper in my ear, a slow song playing in the background . I was more than happy to oblige.
As we placed our hands on each other, I complimented her on the playful lift she had done on Bruce. Denise laughed and replied, "Well, he made it easy for me; I did that more to warn him that his wallet was poking out precariously from his pocket. My husband has the same problem, always leaving his sticking out for someone to steal. I guess you could say I've had some practice at it." I chuckled at the last sentence, since her technique suggested that she'd done it before. "So if my wallet goes missing tonight, I'll know who the culprit is, right?" We both giggled at first, then she nestled in to my body and responded with, "Let me in close, and we'll see if I can get your wallet or not". As the music ceased, she asked if I could get her a drink and join her at a private table.
(It should be noted that her husband was in the vicinity during all of this. I found out through various conversations with others that Denise and her spouse were practicing an open marriage; he had his eye on a particular waitress that evening. And to confirm this, while Denise was in the restroom he came over to me, shook my hand and thanked me for keeping his wife company for the evening at one point!)
With the two of us already buzzed, we both accommodated a table away from the small gathering. I made a remark about how sexy she looked; that's all it took for her to sit on my lap, wrap her arms around my neck and start enthusiastically kissing me. She was fantastic, a sensual combination of pouty lips and vigorous tongue with the flavor of the drinks she'd had mixed in. Denise guided my hands under her silky top, and my fingers had the pleasure of being between the soft fabric and the smooth skin of her chest. She unbuttoned her blouse and firmly placed my head on her breasts, and I kissed and licked the insides of her cleavage. Denise moaned loud enough for us to become an item of attention in the lounge, but neither of us had our inhibitions at this point to care.
We spent what must have been half an hour together, locked in a passionate embrace. My hands explored more of her body, rubbing her back before descending into the back pockets of her skirt. I pulled her in even closer as her hand slipped inside my trousers, teasing the area of my groin with a graceful hand. She asked if I was ready to cum for her, and that she'd happily give me fellatio to help blow my load. I completely admit that I wanted it, told her I was ready. However, Bruce decided that this would be the moment to interrupt us...he sheepishly approached our table and timidly stated, "Guys, I hate to spoil this time for you, but people are starting to complain about your actions, and the bouncer might throw the two of you at any minute." While we were both upset by this, we reluctantly made ourselves presentable for our group once more. Raising myself up, I felt somewhat dizzy; the combination of the booze, sexual energy and sudden stop left me disoriented. Denise wrapped an arm around my waist and leaned into my side, asking if I was okay. I insisted I was, and she kissed my mouth, then told me not to go too far.
Getting back to the group, I was the target of several jokes, mostly about being Denise's new boy toy. I took it in stride; at that time I'd wondered what being with an older, experienced woman was like, and Denise had given me an answer that exceeded my wildest dreams. My best friend at the time, a good natured fellow named Mike, speculated that I'd gotten in good with her, and that a long-term relationship with Denise was possible. Even in my inebriated state, I wasn't believing that notion: we were two people enjoying a brief span of crazy lust for one another, nothing more. Denise was already using her natural talents of flirting to gain the eye of another man at the bar.
The rest of the evening was almost uneventful, mainly much storytelling and sharing work stories with others. I took that time to let the effects of the alcohol wear off. I glanced at Denise every so often, observing her socialize with others while theorizing in my head why she'd chosen me to have such an erotic make-out session with. My educated guess was that I was nothing more than a conquest for her, being much younger and greener on the ways of the world; perhaps she got a thrill from seducing someone like me.
As members of our party started to disperse for the evening, I told Mike I was leaving as well. Making my rounds of saying good-bye, Denise beckoned me towards her. Holding me in a sweet embrace, she gave me a now familiar wet kiss. Separating our lips, she then gleefully told me, "You can't leave without a certain something." At first I thought this was a hint at more amorous activity, even more so when she placed her mouth next to my ear. But then she uttered the words, "Check your back pocket", and in a quick instant I knew what she was implying.
Sure enough, my hand felt in my rear pocket to find it empty. Grinning from ear to ear, Denise turned her back towards me and pulled her blouse up. Tucked in her own back pocket was a wallet-shaped lump, and she wiggled her behind in a taunting fashion. Helping myself to my own billfold, Denise explained that she'd taken it when we left our private table....She had intentionally put her hand behind me and leaned her weight against my side as a distraction to sneak my wallet out. "I'm actually proud of that lift", she told me. "I had to work my fingers in your pocket to get it out. I'm surprised you didn't feel me take it!" I told her my dizziness at the time was the perfect distraction, and that she'd planned and executed the steal flawlessly. Giving each other a final kiss, I told her that I'd enjoyed her company, even the pickpocketing. She winked at me and responded that we should do this again....especially the pickpocketing!