After my long and dull meeting ended I was eager to get away from the clichéd business speak and settle into a quiet bar stool for a slow gin and tonic. Maybe chase it with a beer. I took a walk several blocks from the convention center in hopes of not bumping into anyone I'd know and found a quaint little establishment that seemed perfect for what I was looking for. The lights were down low, the music not deafeningly loud and a cute bartender to boot. Perfect.
I order up my gin and tonic and sip it slowly, feeling the cool drink slide down my throat, the alcohol easing my tired being. Soon I'm in my own little bubble, impervious to the outside world, for a short time at least. Until Amber arrived and introduced me to her own version of existence. Little did I know.
5'6", dark hair, slightly over 110 lbs and fit as a marathon runner, she scooted up in the bar stool next to me. Initially I was so absorbed in my drink that I didn't even notice her. If it hadn't been for the gentle wafting of her lovely perfume I may never have. Normally I'm not even a perfume kind of guy, most of them give me a headache. But Amber smelled like pure sweet vanilla cream.
My nostrils flair and I look around to see where that lovely fragrance is coming from. Our eyes meet and we both instantly know. What a rare and wonderful coincidence. We smile approvingly but don't speak. I sip again at my drink and moan softly at how it makes me feel, moments later she does the same. Like a lock and a key.
At ease in each other's presence our verbal doesn't begin for several minutes and when it does there is no talk of the weather, no talk of the stress of life, no mention of traffic or any of life's other dull mundane details.
She speaks first. "You're not wearing your ring, but you are married and not happily. You immerse yourself in work and then sip the occasional gin and tonic to make it go away. It's not enough. The gin and tonic is not enough to suspend reality. You need more."
Our eyes lock during her assessment, neither of us deflect, like two opposing trains on the same track. I say the only thing worth saying. "Yes, you are correct." Takes one to know one, I surmise, instantly understanding that her existence is an anti-parallel universe. We are mirror images.
We empty our drinks, pay the tab and slip off of our bar stools. Extending her hand she says "follow me, let us suspend reality more effectively."
I follow her out of the bar, my eyes darting uncontrollably up and down her lithe body. The gentle curve of her hips, narrowing to a waist tight enough for me to nearly wrap my hands around. Small, perky tits. White creamy skin gracing the lines of her long, slender neck. We walk arm in arm across the street to her hotel, take the elevator up without so much as a word.
We enter her spacious room and walk toward the bed when she starts to speak. "I knew instantly when I entered that bar today that we were made for each other. I'm a very sexually driven woman who needs much more than my husband can or will provide. I need to be sexually pleased, I need to fuck and suck and cum and I plan to use your wonderful body to meet my needs. You have a gorgeous body. I wonder if your wife even appreciates you. I think not. I think she takes you for granted. Well I won't. I'm going to relish in using you and milking you dry."
We embrace briefly, I run my hands up and down her curvaceous sides. She breaks our embrace and moves to the night stand and takes out a blindfold from the top drawer. "I'm going to slip into something more comfortable and while I'm doing that, take off your clothes, all of them, fold them neatly and place them in the dresser. Put on the blindfold and remain standing here until I return." Our eyes lock, I know my pupils have dilated with excitement, so much so that the room is suddenly much brighter.
I do as requested, first unbuttoning and removing my shirt, my nipples already rock hard. Then my pants, my socks and finally my underwear. I fold them neatly, place them in the drawer before returning to the center of the room and donning the blindfold.
Several minutes pass before I again detect her presence. Again, its her lovely perfume that betrays her return. I can feel her gaze then hear her soft footfalls on the carpeting as she walks in slow circles around me. I feel so exposed and aroused being placed under her microscope.
"I can see you take good care of yourself" she says, running her hands up and down my firm abdominal muscles, circling around me. Her hands move lower to squeeze my ass. "Such a tight firm ass you have my darling." Her hands move up and down my firm thighs as she moves back around in front of me. "Oh and this cock... this cock is gorgeous. I'm going to have so much fun fucking it, sucking it, teasing it. Your balls are big and heavy and full of cum. We'll both surely enjoy that too. I promise you."
"But before we get to what I want to do to your cock, your beautiful lips need to become acquainted with my pussy. Mmmm I can't wait to cum all over your pretty mouth. Come now, let's get you into position. I want you to lie on the bed on your back with your head hanging over the edge. I'm going to lower myself onto your face and grind my sweet pussy against you until I explode and bathe your face in my sweet girl cum."
Amber guides me onto the bed, I roll over and slide to the edge. I can hear the soft rustle of of clothing as she removes her panties. Then feel as she teases the soft material over my nose. The wonderful fragrance of her perfume combined with the heady scent of her wet pussy fill my nostrils. I take it in, moaning softly. "Mmm, you smell wonderful, Amber. I can't wait to please you with my mouth, my lips, my cock, my fingers... my entire body is yours to enjoy and do with what you like."
"Oh, that's a good slut. I'm glad to see you're devoted to your cause. You're just what I've been needing for a very long time."
Slowly she eases up close to me, her wonderfully fragrant pussy hovering just inches over my face. She begins rubbing my chest, gently squeezing and pinching my nipples. They harden at her touch and she continues, gradually increasing the pressure until she's pinching them hard. "Oh, I can see you like a bit of pain play, don't you slut. Pinching your nipples has already made you harder... oh... and I think I see a bit of precum already forming. Well, we can't let that go to waste, can we?"
