The email was cryptic, even for me, but you followed its directions and travel into the City. You're nervous this time, even more than normal. Our last time together had been great, but you keep hearing those words I spoke over and over in your head, "don't you trust me yet..." The fact is you do trust me, and it's for that reason that you allow yourself to try new things, join in adventures you never thought possible or probable, experience the excitement I bring to you, doing things you would never do at home...
The outfit you are wearing for example, you'd never dress like this at home. You left home in jeans and a T-shirt, but before you get to our meeting place you change and dress up in clothes you have bought for the occasion, all the things you know I like to see you in: A short black tight skirt, a cream color cashmere sweater, a pair of white silk stockings held up by a silk garter belt, and a matching set of white cotton thong panties and a sports bra; you put the panties on over top of the garter because you know I like you to leave the stockings on. Your white 4" high heels have an ankle strap that buckle at the side. You feel so naughty dressed like this, but you feel so horny knowing how hot you look you can't help but slip one hand between your bare thighs and stroke yourself through the damp cotton when no one is looking.
You finally get to the hotel I told you to meet me at. You park the car and head inside, feeling every man's eyes upon you, sense the lust you are building with your presence. You find the lounge and walk in, spotting me in a corner booth having a drink. You strut over to the table and give me a big smile. I stand up and pull you close to me, one hand cupping the back of your neck the other grabbing your ass; you feel the skirt ride up at the back and you just know the top of your stockings are probably showing to anyone who would look. Our lips melt together passionately, oblivious to anyone who might be watching; it's so brazen it drives you wild. We sit down and I order you a drink. We banter for a while, and you grin as you watch my eyes roam over your body, the heat sparkling in my eyes.
As we sip our drinks our talk naturally turns to sex, as it always does with us, and I start questioning you about your fantasies. You nervously give into my probing questions and admit you have always fantasized about being with more than one man at the same time. I smile and tell you that's normal, and ask what else. Fortified by my acceptance you reveal that you've always wanted to make love in front of an audience. I grin and jokingly chastise you for being a "naughty girl."
I casually look around the room and draw your attention to a good-looking guy sitting at the bar. He's in his late 20's, short brown hair, good build, dressed casually in a sweater and slacks. "What about him" I ask, "Would he be good as a second lover?" My questions shocks you and you blush, but after some prodding you nod your head and whisper yes. I motion to you and we slide together in the booth, facing outwards (towards the bar incidentally), and for the next few minutes I tell you an erotic little tale about the three of us making love; you feel yourself flush, the heat from your center spreading over your whole body. The tension is unbearable, and you squirm for satisfaction; I bring my hand between your thighs and stroke you through the material. You gasp, and I see the raw passion in your eyes.