Siobhan in the Bronx Part two.
Our erstwhile Irish Redhead lady continues her state-side adventures.
Almost at the exact moment the music ended, Siobhan climaxed on stage and moaned a loud guttural sigh that ushered her self-pleasing orgasm to the subterranean Bronx bar – no sooner had her naked body stopped shaking with the sexual current flowing through it. She was up off the stage and walking back to her seat at the bar.
“Well, bartender, are you going to put your tongue back in your mouth and pour me another drink, or do I have to come inside the counter and do it myself?” Siobhan said as she mounted her bar stool and crossed her legs in naked defiance.
“Sure hell, lady! Coming right up!”
While pouring Siobhan a drink, Tyrone turned to her and said.
“That was one amazing show you put on there, lady. There’s a wild fire in you. It’s like you are a crazy woman in a sane woman’s body. And what a body you have, too, I must say.”
“Quit your jibber-jabber and pour me that drink. I had my fun, and you had your fun. I don’t need a forensic analysis of what happened. Isn’t that right, guys?” Siobhan said, scowling at Tyrone and then looking towards Michael and John, seeking their affirmation.
With a broad-mouthed smile and a twinkle in his eyes, Michael answered. “Lady, something tells me you’ve done that before or if not exactly like it, then certainly very similarly. I think you know your body’s power and beauty, and you aren’t afraid to express it.”
“Why, thank you, you described that very eloquently. I’m not sure what took me up on stage to perform that strip for you guys. Maybe older black men give me the horn, and maybe I wanted to give you something. I don’t know.” Siobhan said in a slightly unclear and hazy way as she took another sip from the fiery liquid.
Siobhan eyes, at this juncture, were beginning to roll in her head as the combination of the whiskeys and the lack of sleep came tumbling over her. Her head swayed to and fro from her whisky glass to Michael and John and back again.
“I think, lady, it is time for you to get dressed and find somewhere to get some sleep. I need to open this bar again because if my bosses find out I’ve been hosting a private strip show, my precious black balls will be on the chopping board.”Tyrone declared assertively, tinged with comic realism.
“Do any of you two old black bucks know anywhere you can take this pretty lady to sleep off her jetlag?”
“I sure do.” piped up Michael as he eyed Siobhan with a toothy smile.
Without any reply, Siobhan scooted off her bar stool, retrieved her discarded clothing around the bar and swiftly proceeded to get dressed. Fully clothed again, she sallied up to the two men at the bar and placed her arm around Michael’s shoulder, presenting herself available for dispatch.
“So where will it be, big guy? And is your friend coming too? My legs are feeling a little unstable. I may need the two of you to keep me from falling face-first into the pavement.” Siobhan said as she addressed both senior citizens.
“Why the hell, lady! Me and John go so far back. How could I deprive him of any potential craziness you’ve got planned for us?” Michael chuckled with warming reassurance, marinated in a trinket of vigorous intent.
John and Michael were in hearty health for two men closing in on their Seventy years. Time in the Army and many more years in the police force kept them both disciplined, saving them from the usual ravages of time.
Now back above ground, the scorching hot sun and the din from the gridlock almost caused her to lose consciousness only to be protected by John’s strong arm and shoulder.
“I got you, Lady – only another short block and up the stairs to my apartment.”
The need for sleep was robbing Siobhan’s body of strength and consciousness.
The stately red brick apartment building shone like a heavenly beacon and the promise of life-preserving slumber.
A few errant eyes flashed toward the sight of two senior black men assisting the semi-conscious thirty-something redhead beauty across the Bronz side streets. Still, not a second thought invaded their busy minds as their lives held more immediate demands.
Michael’s apartment held no surprises as they crossed its threshold and entered. The nineteen-fifties construction bore little time blemishes, almost like one of its occupants.
With a glass of water, a fully clothed Siobhan marched into one of the bedrooms, threw herself face-first onto the welcoming mattress and began to sleep her troubles away.
“What bat shit craziness are we getting ourselves into here? What if she wakes up and says we’ve abducted her? Why hell she could be on some sort of drugs, for all we know?”
“Mike! We’ve got this shit! We need to keep our cool here. She’s not crazy crazy, if you know what I mean – more like tired, emotional and a ton load horny. Trust me on this. Give her a few hours to sleep off that whiskey, and she’ll be game for anything. I see it in her eyes. I saw how she checked out the raging hard cocks in our pants when she did that strip.”
“Okay, I need to calm the fuck down. You’ve never been wrong before, Johnny boy. No need for me to stop trusting you now.”
To be continued 😊
