A Planned Encounter

It was all I could do to keep from having my face slip into

A wide grin as I kissed Shannon goodbye that Friday morning. I knew it was our anniversary, and we had often laughed about guys that forgot their anniversary. I said nothing about it to her. I had been making my plans for the weekend for the past three months, and it was all I could do to keep quiet. My biggest fear was that she would get pissed about the money I had spent to make this weekend a special one for her. We had discussed our fantasies over the year we had been married, and I hoped to give her at least two of them.

She had a secret desire to be admired by a wild party bar full of people while she sat there with the sexiest clothing she could imagine on. She had also fantasized about showing herself off, rather like an exhibitionist that you often hear about. Her final fantasy was to be swept off her feet by a secret admirer (hopefully me) that comes in to save her from being taken advantage of by the men that are stripping her clothes off with their eyes. Shannon stands a hair taller than 5 foot eight and weighs in at a slim 128 pounds. Her sexy body is a smooth 37-24-36 topped of with a sexy C cup bosom. Her black hair is very lightly streaked with natural and very sexy looking auburn in several places; it looks very hot in the right kind of lighting.

The closer the clock came to noon the worse I got as I debated about her reaction to my plan. I hoped that all my planning wouldn’t go to waste with a poor reaction from her. I began to visualize her as the clock hit noon and the reaction as she gets called to the front desk. I can picture the look on her face as she sees the driver I have sent to pick her up. He stands there with a huge armload of flowers to hand to her. The look on the receptionist’s face must be something to see as well, she knows me and will know that man is not Shannon’s husband! She will be handed the flowers and the man across the counter will tell her to read the card.

Shannon, all the arrangements have been made, your boss knows this is happening and you have the afternoon off today. Do not ask questions; just do as the man in front of you says, his instructions are very precise. Love Brian!

That is all the explanation that she gets at that time, I can picture the bewildered look as she takes in what is happening to her.

The receptionist is told to call the boss to verify the fact she has the afternoon off, mainly to put the bewildered receptionist’s mind at ease. Shannon is very quick to blush and I can picture the color as it slowly floods her face with a nice rosy pink. She returns to her desk and shuts off her computer as instructed and after gathering up her belongings she follows him out of the office. I had made arrangements for him to pick her up in a long black limousine, the color of choice for women on the prowl in my mind.

The driver had been instructed to take her to a new local hotel, one of those that has a variety of theme rooms to play around in. This hotel also has one of the wildest party bars around from what a couple of my friends have told me. The place is always packed and if you want in there is a three-month waiting list for admittance. There is a cover charge of $10 at the door, but without an invitation you simply can never get in, as there are very few no shows at the door. The hotel is equally busy and I had placed my request for that night about 4 months previous to our anniversary. I was absolutely thrilled when they called me to say I would have tickets! It was just the sort of place Shannon had talked about when we discussed her fantasy. I was finding it hard to bring my mind back to what I was doing, as I was so deeply engrossed in thinking about her reaction to everything that would be happening to her.

I still have a mental picture as the car pulls into the hotel driveway and stops. When she gets out, the driver hands her a second envelope. There is another note, and a pass card for room 809 in it.

Shannon, it is important that you go to the room and look for a series of marked envelopes there. You are to select the envelopes in numerical order, and open them. Each will have instructions or something in them for you. You will know what to do in either case, start now. Brian.

I know she is wearing a blouse and slack set, but nothing very spectacular, in fact I rather figure that hotel security will stop her, and ask what she is doing there as she heads for the elevators. Her room pass card will ensure her admittance. I know she will feel slightly embarrassed as she enters the hotel, few women there are there for much besides business or for the bar life they have. Smart looking clothes, hot looking women are the norms there.

She arrives in the room and finds the first envelope, and discovers she has been instructed to take a nap, but only for 90 minutes. The second envelope tells her to head to the main lobby for a royal treatment from the beauty shop there; she can get her hair and nails done. She has often told me that she loves it when she has people that are not only willing, but also eager to dote over her like that. I know that she will enjoy it. I have arranged her time to prevent her getting to the bar before 7:30 to give me time to get in and find a spot where I can watch her for a while before I make my move. I am beginning to find it hard not to rush to the hotel to join her, but I manage to refrain from doing it.

I check my watch and I figure that she should be getting out of the tub and ordering in her supper right about then. I have a long debate with myself as to what she orders. I suddenly realize it doesn’t matter much. I quickly develop a mental picture of her as she begins dressing. My mind watches as she sorts through the packages, each containing an item of clothing. She finds the first one (they are all numbered) she eagerly tears it open to find a very transparent pair of bright red silk thong panties. I deliberately bought a pair that ride high on a woman, to better catch the attention I think she so eagerly craves. I start to rise as I visualize them sliding up her long sexy legs. There is a three by four-inch triangle of material that only pretends to hide what it is covering.

Package number two reveals to her a bra that matches the panties in all respects. The bra hardly even covers the nipples that I know are beginning to stand firm and erect, I have learned over the year of marriage that her nipples are very quick to swell with any kind of sexual anticipation. We have a small piece of silk at home and I often use it to stimulate her nipples, I love the way they suddenly begin to get harder, and begin protruding a full half-inch from her firm breasts. The bra cups are one size to small, and I know that will give her breasts a bulging appearance at the edges of the bra.

The next package brings forth a garter belt that also matches the panties. The material has a heavier narrow band around all the edges to both give it some strength and shape, but the other parts of all three items are just added color to the flesh behind them. She has never worn a garter belt and stockings since our wedding day so I know she will wear them, even if only for special occasions.

The next package holds the stockings. They are red as well and they are also made of silk, a first for her. The tops of them will only be about six to eight inches above her knees, and She will be wondering what else I have in mind for her. I know she will be slightly embarrassed as she sits in the bar, but I want the total effect of her fantasy and I hope the stocking length will help. The next package has her holding a silk camisole top. It also is a very transparent item. It is black and when she pulls it on she realizes that it hardly even covers the bra. The red of the bra, and the firm brown nipples show through quite well, and her blush grows as she realizes the extent of her exposure.

The next package is hanging in the entrance closet. She opens it to find a two-piece white suit. The top hem of the skirt will ride low on her hips and I am sure that it will allow the thin strands of the thong panties to be above the skirt. My mind flushes with desire of her as I picture the scene in my imagination. The jacket is one of those that have a short waist length, type that will do little to conceal all the smooth expanse of her back. There are only two buttons on the jacket, one at her waist and the other midway between there and the height of her nipples. There was no blouse for her to wear, and I hope she leaves it like that.

The last few packages contain shoes, a purse and some jewelry. The shoes are black with open toes and three-inch heels. The purse matched the shoes. Her final items were a pearl necklace, a plain silver chain for a bracelet and a matching watch, as well as her wedding rings. There was one last package, but the sign on it stated that it was to be left wrapped, until we returned to the room. I took a quick look at my watch and discovered that it was time for me to make my way to the hotel or she would be in the bar before me and a large part of my attempt to fulfill her fantasy would be lost. It is only a five-minute drive and I was there in a matter of minutes. I parked the car in the stall they had assigned me, and made my way to the entrance doors. I showed the 4 rather large men at the entry my pass for the day and paid them my cover charge. I had never been in that bar before and I can tell you it is an impressive sight.

The bar is built on five different levels. The main level has the doors and two bars on opposite ends. The upper floors are set back from being directly over the edge of the main floor and I quickly saw that I would be able to see both of the main floor bars from almost any seat along any of the upper levels of the room. That floor forms a balcony like structure around a huge dance floor. It must be two hundred feet by three hundred feet. The floor I was on goes all the way around it at about five feet above it. I set my sights on a second level spot where I would be able to see when Shannon came in and where she sat. I picked up a drink and made my way to a small two-seat table on the next level up. The passes for the bar are handed out in such a manner as to attempt to ensure as close as possible a 50% male, female patron ratio. I watched as women and men came in pairs or threes, or the odd group and the occasional couple made entrances.

I had given Shannon $100 to start the night with and told her that if every second and third drink she had was just mix she would be in little danger of getting overly drunk. I had also given her a scenario to follow as she played out the part I hoped she would. The last line of instructions I had given her was to tell her to stay in the bar until it was closing time, and to carry her cell phone. I stopped at the front desk before going in to the bar and gave the desk clerk a request, which as I was told, would be carried out for me. I left a tip of $40 for her. I was glad that the area around the bars was well lit with some cleverly designed and installed lights. They did an excellent job of lighting up the area around the bar but caused very little interference with the darker areas that made up most of the room. A quick glance at my watch told me that Shannon should be arriving in the next few minutes, so I settled it to wait. It was about 40 minutes later that I saw a white skirt approaching the doors. I instantly perked up as the jacket slowly came into view. My heart raced at the thought of seeing her! DAMNED the woman was a blonde! She moved a lot like Shannon but

Shannon had never mentioned anything about a dye job ever since I had met her several years ago.

The woman continued to remind me of Shannon and there was little I cold do to get a closer look at her. She was the only woman dressed in white so I knew it would be easy to keep an eye on her as I continued to scan for Shannon. The woman in white chose a seat in a position close by where I had left instructions for Shannon to sit; in fact she had chosen a better place than I had in mind. I continued to watch the entry and after a while the flow of people coming in slowed to a mere trickle as it was getting close to the time when those with passes would be out of luck, they would loose their places. I began to fear that I had made a major mistake by doing what I had done to celebrate our anniversary. It was about 9:00 when the live band started and still I hadn’t seen my wife.

It was well after 9:00 PM when the realization hit me; I had really screwed up! My mind was racing wildly as I tried to figure out what I had done. My eyes were drawn to a flash of white as some lucky guy escorted the woman to the dance floor. I watched as they slipped into the shadows below. I began to debate with myself about leaving as I watched the blonde woman dancing. I was almost on the verge of leaving but I decided to watch the blonde for a few minutes before I did. I made the decision to watch her for a half-hour and then figured it was time to head home, after having screwed up my wife’s anniversary.

The woman passed close to where I was sitting and in the dimly lit area it was hard to see her in any kind of detail. The song ended and she made her way back to where she had been sitting. I began to realize how much her actions reminded me of Shannon, a toss of her head, the way she held a drink, even the way she sat had an uncanny similarity to Shannon. I watched as she ordered another drink, the bartender poured her straight mix! I began to watch her intently as she sat there. All of the clothing was right, the mannerisms were right, but the hair continued to bother me. That first dance soon lead to a steady stream of single men heading her way, some getting a dance others not, and I didn’t see any guy get more than one dance. I could see that she was exposing plenty of leg while she was sitting down, and I could catch occasional glimpses of her stocking covered thighs.

There were quite a few drinks heading her way as well. She called the bar tender over after the first drink had been brought to her, and she leaned across the bar to tell him something. I began watching the bar man as he brought the drinks to her and soon realized that he was bringing her straight mix, no alcohol! I watched the woman as she ordered a drink, and then watched as the bar man poured her a mixed drink, she was selecting what and when she drank! The more I watched her, the more I realized she was doing as I had asked Shannon to do. I felt the beginning of a sense of relief flow through me when I realized that. I was still puzzled by the hair, but the other things she was doing were almost exactly the same as Shannon does things.

As the evening wore on I saw her begin to search the room in a slow deliberate manner, thoroughly searching it. Guys asking for a dance were constantly interrupting her search. She accepted some offers, and turned down others. I was controlling my own alcohol intake as I watched the woman in white. It was then that a very tall fellow approached her. His request for a dance was granted, and the two of them made their way to the dance floor. He took her in his arms and they began dancing around the floor. I moved as close to the railing as I could to watch as they moved past where I was sitting. I could see that her head was constantly turned outwards as she danced. The closer they came to where I was sitting, the easier it was to see her. Her back was towards me as they passed at their closest point to me, a matter of 5 feet. There it was a small tattoo that I knew Shannon had on her back, nothing extravagant, but definitely hers! It was an incredible sight, seeing that small tattoo located on the small of her back. It was a simple, but attractive oriental design. I also saw that his hand was on her bare hip as they danced! A sudden surge of jealousy filled me as I saw a thumb hook into the waistband of her tong panties. I was a bit surprised that she allowed the guy to leave his thumb hooked in her panties!

I was so elated knowing that she was going along with my scenario that I almost went after her right then. It was right about then that the band stopped playing and took a break. The sudden relative quiet took my by surprise as the room became filled with only the low murmurs of the gathered crowd. I watched as Shannon and her last dance partner made their way to their seats. I was watching them and as I did, I heard a comment from a table full of women behind me. It was something about the way the blonde in white was being such a slut! Allowing that hunk to have his hand in her panties while dancing. The comment caused a stir of both jealousy, and lust flood through me. A sober Shannon was not a woman that was very uninhibited, but I knew a few drinks would change that! I was half way listening to the women behind me, and as a result, I lost track of where Shannon went.

I looked all over for her, and finally saw her standing by a table where 4 men were seated. She was talking with the man that had just been dancing with her. I continued to watch as she kissed his cheek before heading back to her own seat. The barstool she was sitting on had a very small frame to support her back and it left plenty of her back exposed to view. I watched as every guy walking past stared at her lower back and then pointed out what he saw to a friend if he had one. I even watched as several women stopped behind her to admire the view, one even stopped to talk to her. Shannon had never been involved in any form of lesbian activity, and I quickly assumed that the woman was one because Shannon soon turned away from her rather abruptly. The woman flashed a quick finger at Shannon’s back and stormed off.

It wasn’t long before another guy was at her side. He was apparently seeking a dance as well, and soon the two of them were out on the floor dancing. It was while she was dancing with this guy that she saw me watching her. I knew she had seen me, because I got a huge smile from her. I returned the smile with one of my own. I was so busy looking at her face I didn’t even notice that if the guy was doing anything that I should have worried about. Even if I had seen anything I was safe knowing that she was going to be with me in a matter of hours. I did, however, see her pull him tight to her body. I started to stand up, but as I watched her, she mouthed the word no, and I sat down again.

She continued that line of antics for the rest of the night, dancing past where I was sitting and doing things she knew would cause my cock to stir! I would watch as she pulled some guy’s crotch hard against herself, and then wiggle her finger at me. As the night wore on I was becoming more and more like a young teenager waiting for his first sample of willing pussy! At one point of the evening a guy from just below me had gone over to have a dance with her. She walked back to his table and as she did, she absentmindedly opened the buttons of her jacket! She then used the sides of the jacket to fan air around herself! She did that for a few seconds, and turned a bright red as she realized she had no blouse on, the jacket was quickly done up again.

I continued to watch with complete fascination as she danced with a whole string of different men, and each time she passed where I was seated, she would smile, and wiggle that finger at me. She continued dancing with a seemingly endless line of men wanting to try to seduce her. In fact the numbers of men almost had me regretting my choice of fantasy for her to play out. There were several men that I figured she would actually be attracted to if she was still single. I could tell by the way that she lay her head on a few of the guy’s shoulders she felt an attraction to them. I knew that the guys were drawn to her otherwise they wouldn’t have asked her to dance. As I watched her she even allowed the odd hand to caress her ass, or the edge of a breast.