A friend and her husband have a fantasy about her being taken by another man. I wrote this story for them.
It had been a fun couple of days in the big city. Sightseeing, people watching, museum visits. I even managed to catch a game at the arena last night. Even after all of that fun, I am really looking forward to tonight. I have a reservation at a speakeasy only a short walk from my hotel. They say the whiskey selection is top notch, and I’m ready to treat myself. As I wait for the elevator, I turn and catch my reflection in the mirror.
I’m dressed for a night on the town. A sharp jacket over a dark dress shirt and vest. When dressing I toyed with the buttons on the dress shirt, finally deciding to leave one more unbuttoned than I would for work. Who knows? Maybe I’ll meet someone who likes chest hair. A nice fitting pair of slacks and dress shoes complete my ensemble.
I step into the elevator and press the button for the lobby.
I have about ninety minutes until my reservation at the speakeasy bar, so my plan is to stop at the hotel restaurant for a drink and a bite to eat. I’ll have a leisurely light dinner, and then make my way over for some after dinner drinks. Hopefully, I’ll find someone to engage with in enjoyable conversation, or maybe some flirty banter.
When the elevator opens onto the lobby I take in the scene. It’s a Friday evening, so the hotel is bustling with activity. People in all manner of dress, from casual to formal are moving about. Some heading in. Some heading out. No one is really paying attention to anyone else.
The path to the restaurant brings me within view of the hotel bar. While still early in the evening, there are only a few seats open at the bar itself.
It is here that I see you; seated on a bar stool with your back to me. What I first notice about you is your hair. Clearly styled, but in that casually messy, sexy look. Your hair is pulled up a little, exposing your long, graceful neck. I find myself wondering what it would be like to nibble and linger there for a while.
You’re wearing a form-fitting dress that shows off what appear to be impressive curves. As I draw closer I confirm my initial assessment. Your hips, waist, and ass are indeed impressive. This dress does not show much in the way of cleavage, yet it is clear your bust would make a blind man look twice.
I am not prepared for what happens next. Until now, my view of you was compromised by a low wall surrounding the tables arrayed around the bar. As I round the corner, you turn in my direction.
I let out an involuntary gasp upon seeing all of you for the first time. You are beautiful. Yes, your makeup is applied perfectly. However, I can see the makeup is merely a concession to your environment. Your cheekbones, wide and expressive eyes, and oh so kissable lips would entrance me even if you stepped fresh and clean from a shower.
And then.
Then I let my gaze wander.
Bar stools are a wonderful invention. Yes, they permit those who are short in stature to sit up high and gain the extra inches to command the attention of a bartender. If you have a few inches on your date, the stool brings their lips to a more easily kissable height. An underappreciated aspect of the bar stool is that their elevated height and ability to swivel greatly improve a woman’s ability to show off her legs.
As you swivel to face me, you simultaneously cross your legs, immediately drawing my attention to them.
My eyes immediately lock on to your four inch stilettos. The strap around your ankle adds that little something extra to the look. On a lesser woman, we’d call them come fuck me shoes. On you, they are simply devastating.
From the strap of your shoes, my eyes wander upward to your wonderfully curvy calves. My god woman! It is simply not fair to those around you to subject us to such perfection. Before I linger in thoughts of how much I want to wrap my palms around each calf, I let my gaze continue upwards to discover that the slit in your long skirt runs to mid-thigh, and oh what a tantalizingly tasty looking thigh it is. Round and firm with well-defined muscles.
You are an image straight out of a fantasy.
Oh, and you appear to be alone. No, wait, that can’t be correct.
I take one more moment to drink in the vision before me. Perfectly coiffed hair, curves to die for, and legs that seem to go on forever.
I realize I’ve been holding my breath. I remind myself to breathe, and then saunter as casually as possible to the open seat next to you. I avoid eye contact until the last moment, so as not to appear too eager (or creepy).
“Is this seat taken?” I inquire.
You shake your head and motion to the empty bar stool.
“I’m sorry, but I have to ask. Did someone stand you up tonight? It’s difficult to believe a smart, desirable woman, wearing that dress, is somehow here by herself.”
You accept my compliment with a knowing smirk, then turn the question back on me. “And, what about you? Why is a well-dressed, handsome man lurking at a hotel bar by himself on a Friday night?”
I nod to concede your victory in our initial exchange. It takes great effort, but I somehow manage to maintain eye contact. I explain how I’m visiting the city for a few days of sightseeing and relaxation. I add that none of the sights I’ve seen thus far on my trip can top what I see right in front of me.
I smile and raise my eyebrows as I say this so you know I realize how cheesy this obvious come-on sounds.
“As a way of apologizing for that dreadfully awful line I just fed you, I would like to offer to buy you a drink. Please note, that although I agree the line was terrible, it was still the truth.”
You laugh, and tell me what you’re drinking.
I sit on my own bar stool, then turn to get the attention of the bartender.
Eventually, there are two new drinks sitting on the bar, and we’ve swiveled our chairs to face each other.
I extend my hand. “My name is Roger, but you can call me Tiger if you want,” I waggle my eyebrows to let you know I’m kidding, well mostly kidding.
You tell me your name as you take my hand.
As we sip our drinks, we discuss this and that. We find a few common interests, so the conversation flows well between us. During a lull in the conversation I ask, “So, I’ve told you what brought me to town. What brings you here?”
You say, “I’m here to…enjoy myself.”
“How exactly?”
“It’s our anniversary, and we came to town to try something new.”
“Excuse me…our?”
With that, you swivel your stool a little further, and motion to a table off to the side. I look in the direction you motioned to see a refined looking gentleman sitting alone at the table. He’s holding a glass of whiskey. When he notices us both looking in his direction he nods and raises his glass in a silent toast.
I nod, and raise my glass in return. I turn to face you once more, my eyebrow raised in silent query.
“Well, you did want to know why a woman such as myself was sitting alone. We knew if he was sitting with me, the chances of me meeting someone like you would be rather low.”
“And this – something new – the two of you want to try is…?”
You glance downward, before saying. “We’ve discussed a common fantasy. He wants to watch another man please me, and I want to experience another man. I’ve enjoyed speaking with you tonight. I think you can provide what I’m, excuse me, what *we* are looking for.”
“So, your husband, will he only want to watch, or is he hoping to be involved in our tryst somehow?”
“I’m pretty sure it will turn him on once he sees me having ‘fun’. I would not want to leave him without relief, so I would like it if he could join us after a while. However, we’re getting ahead of ourselves. I need to know what kind of kisser you are before we take this any further. If you are interested in going upstairs with me, would you mind giving me a small taste of what I have in store for myself? You have my permission to kiss me,” you say as a shy smile crosses your lips.
OK, this was NOT how I was expecting my evening to go. I have been thoroughly enjoying your company, and I would very much like to “take you upstairs”. Still, this is new territory for me, I think to myself. I need to weigh the advantages against the risks. I suppose, a good way to understand the advantages would be to start with a kiss. We can confirm whether we have chemistry, and I can get a read on how her husband reacts.
With that, I smile at you, “It would be my pleasure to kiss you.” I glance in his direction, then turn to look you directly in the eyes. I step off of my stool to stand in front of you. I move my hands to rest them on your hips. MMMMmmmmmmm, these are lovely hips. Still looking you in the eyes, I lean forward and tilt my head slightly.
You turn your head to align your lips with mine. Our eyes close, and then…CONTACT.
Our kiss is gentle at first. Our lips press tentatively together. We begin with light pecks before our mouths open slightly. My hands grip your hips firmly as our kiss deepens. We moan softly into each other as our tongues tentatively touch. Your arms stretch and wrap around my neck. Soon we both inhale, enjoying the taste of each other. We transition back to soft, light pecks, and then we are looking at each other, our foreheads pressed together.
“Wow!” We exclaim together.
Remembering where we are, I step back, then glance in the direction of the table. The look on your husband’s face is one of surprise, but his body language is relaxed. He smiles then, and raises his glass as he beckons us to join him with his other hand.
I offer my hand to help you down from the stool. You smile shyly and accept.
As you step down, I wrap my arm around your waist and pull you against me. With your heels on you are the perfect height for a kiss. I resist the urge to feel your lips on mine again, and instead kiss your cheek.
As we approach your husband’s table he rises. While we shake hands, you make introductions.
“You’re a lucky man,” I tell him. “Your wife is quite a woman,” I say sincerely.
He nods and smiles. “I’d say we are both lucky men. Have you agreed to entertain my lady this evening?
“I would be a fool to turn down such a generous offer. I would like to ask a small favor first.”
“Certainly.”
“If it’s alright with you, I would like 10 minutes alone with your wife before you join us upstairs. Would you mind waiting here a short time before you start up?
“I think that will be fine. I’ll take a little time to finish my drink. I’ll see you soon, my dear,” he whispers to you as he kisses your cheek.
I offer you my arm, and lead you toward the elevator bay.
As we walk across the hotel lobby the heads of every man, and most of the women, turn to follow us. My possessive side takes hold for a moment. I slip my hand around your waist, pulling you against me as I guide us through the sea of people. As we pass the front desk, my hand slides down to your hip before caressing your firm ass. I smile as you press back into my hand.
“Holding you is intoxicating,” I whisper into your ear as I press the button for the elevator. “I cannot wait to get you out of this dress.”
It’s my lucky day. The elevator arrives, and we’re the only ones waiting. I let you walk in first. It’s a polite gesture, but it also grants me a magnificent view of your ass in the tight dress.
You notice my roaming eyes and revel in the attention. As my eyes complete their journey I raise them to meet yours. The contact is electric.
I follow you into the elevator, press the button for your floor, then turn to you again. My eyes are hungry as I approach. Soon your back is to the wall, and my lips are on your neck.
I know time is short, and I make the most of it. I nibble on your neck as my hand slides along your hip, across your waist, and then upward to cup your breast. I run my thumb over your nipple, and feel it harden through the fabric.
All too soon we hear the “ding” as the elevator reaches our floor.
Reluctantly I step back, take your hand, and lead you out of the elevator.
The walk down the hallway is pleasant. This time it’s your hand on my ass as we stroll to your room.
As we enter your room, I take a look around. It’s spacious, with a king-size bed centrally positioned, and two comfortable looking lounge chairs by the window. The bathroom is by the entrance and is around the corner from the sleeping area.
I’m already imagining you and me, entwined on the bed.
I say to you, “We only have 10 minutes alone for now. Come here please.”
I pull you into another deep kiss. This time my hands wander up and down your back. Just as my fingers find the zipper at the back of your dress, I feel your hands trying to push my jacket off my shoulders. I relent momentarily and allow you to pull the jacket down my arms.
My fingers return to the zipper while your fingers go to work on my shirt buttons.
I begin pulling the zipper down. “Turn around please,” I request.
You comply, and I slowly lower the zipper, exposing more of your long, lean back. Hmmmmmm. When the zipper reaches its endpoint, I peel it off your shoulders, and it puddles around your feet.
And then, my lips are on your neck, and my hands are on your hips.
As you press your ass back into me, you feel my cock growing harder. “Soon,” you think to yourself as I let out a soft moan.
My kisses travel down your neck, along your shoulder blade until I reach the strap of your bra.
Rather than immediately releasing the catch, I kiss back up your spine, then turn you around.
My lips find yours again, and we melt together. Me, missing only my jacket. You, wearing only your lingerie and heels.
As we kiss, my hand snakes down your tight body, slipping into the front of your panties.
I find your shaved mound, already slick with your juices.
We continue to kiss, as my fingers find your clit.
I start with gentle circles, spreading your moisture. Soon, your lips part, and I can slide a finger into you. I take my time, making sure you enjoy the slow, easy progression. My finger curls and touches that special spot near your opening.
Your hips begin to move involuntarily. Working with me to increase your pleasure.
You feel your knees begin to buckle…
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