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The Foreigner

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Chapter 2: The Dive Bar

True Story Sex Story: Chapter 2: The Dive Bar - It was nine o'clock at night. The sun had set an hour ago and the streets were emptying. Clara walked quickly, aware that her outfit—a black Lycra miniskirt that rode up millimeters with every step, revealing the curve where her thigh met her hip, and a thin, almost transparent white T-shirt, without a bra—wasn't the most appropriate for the neighborhood.

Caution: This True Story Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Interracial   Black Male   White Female   Anal Sex   Double Penetration   Masturbation   Oral Sex  

The smell hit her immediately: spilled beer, tobacco, male sweat. It was a small, dark bar with Formica tables and plastic chairs. A television hanging in the corner was showing an African soccer match at a low volume.

And there were men. Only men. All Black, all young or middle-aged, all dressed in work clothes—work pants, tank tops, some shirts open.

The silence was instantaneous when she entered.

Twelve pairs of eyes turned toward her. Twelve mouths trailed off mid-sentence. Twelve hands holding beer bottles froze in mid-air.

Clara felt a blush creep up her neck, but she kept her composure.

“Excuse me,” she said, with a nervous smile. “I’m lost. Could you tell me how to get to Alcalá Street?”

No one answered right away. The men glanced at each other, and then at her. They really looked at her.

She knew what they saw: a young, white girl, in her early twenties, with blonde hair loose over her shoulders, wearing that skirt that had ridden up even higher when she came in and now revealed a sliver of black thong. Wearing that T-shirt that, under the bar’s yellowish light, was practically transparent, showing the rounded shape of her breasts, the dark areolas of her nipples, still erect and hard, pointing against the fabric.

“Do you speak Spanish?” “—he asked, now more nervous.

One of them stood up. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with a short beard and eyes that shone in a way Clara couldn’t quite decipher. He wore a gray tank top that revealed muscular arms and large hands.

 
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