I felt so lonely I could die, my husband was back at home and I had flown to Sydney to attend a wedding. My nephew was getting married on the weekend and Chris couldn't make the wedding due to work commitments.
I had arranged a hotel room at the Park Royal which is a stones throw from the harbour bridge. The hotel is a great place to stay as it's so close to the city, the lights of the city reflect off the water at night and the ferries moving in and out of Circular Quay is great to watch from my room. Makes you wonder where all those people are going.
But, I was lonely, and I rang home to hear a familiar voice and to make me feel better, but it just made me feel homesick, and I'd only just landed in town today. Flicking through the brochures in the room there didn't really seem to be much to attract a person that was alone.
"I've got to get over this" I told myself as I showered and slipped into some jeans and a t-shirt, not worrying about a bra. Walking past the receptionists I headed out the front doors and walked toward an old part of Sydney, The Rocks. It was a warm evening and I enjoyed the breeze against my skin as I walked.
I walked around for quite a while and was surprised to see the amount of tourist shops there. But I widow shopped and as the sun was going down I decided that I'd find a bar and have a few drinks before going back to the hotel.
I'm not really the sort of person that likes pubs that are overtly trendy and found an older looking pub that had a few locals there; I had to laugh at its name 'Phillips Foot', what a name for a pub! I ordered a red wine and sat at a table and started to read a local newspaper.
Before I knew it the bar was full with people having drinks before going out I surmised. Then a bus load of people came in as well, it was getting really cramped.
I could feel someone close to me, that sixth sense I guess, and behind me there were a group of people talking. Obviously friends and the men all dressed in suits and their female partners dressed in formally.
I was about to take a sip of my wine when one of the people behind me bumped my chair and I spilt some wine on my T-shirt. I looked around as I did a woman in her late thirties turned and put her hand on my shoulder and apologized. She could see that my shirt had a red stain and she pushed her way past a guy and came to my side.
She crouched down facing toward me and said as she reached into her bag, "I'm so sorry, it's so crowded in here. I ....." pausing for a moment while pulling out a pack of wet wipes. "I'll clean that up for you". I told her that it was OK and that I was leaving soon anyway. She reached over with a wipe and started to wipe at my top. She introduced herself as Penny and was making small talk about that she was with a group of people that had been to a wedding and a bus had been provided to take the guests back to the suburbs.
Although I was listening I couldn't help but notice her breasts jiggling with each movement of her hand. This movement was accentuated by the sheen of her loose white blouse.
A guy had brushed past her and her other hand reached my thigh as she tried to regain her balance as she too was bumped from behind. Meanwhile she kept rubbing the fabric and her wiping and dabbing was having an effect on my nipples. I looked down to see that there was a spot of red wine right on my left nipple.
She gave my nipple a quick wipe, which made my nipple stand proud. And I must have moaned. Her eyes met mine and we just sat there staring at each other. Then she said "Why don't we clean this up in the bathroom" I nodded in agreement and we both got up and headed toward the 'ladies'.
There were a few women in there talking and Penny reached into her bag for another wet wipe. I turned to face her and she took slow long wipes at my nipple. The other women left and I closed my eyes and put my head to one side, enjoying the attention to my hard nipple. Then I felt her mouth surround my nipple and her teeth gently clamped down on it. I reached her face a held it to me.
I was getting turned on and was thinking how naughty this was. Then the door opened and it was one of her fiends who gasped at the sight and said "God Penny, take it somewhere else" as she walked into one of the stalls, shaking her head in disgust.
Penny and I broke into a fit of laughter and she joked that "we were going to go to a hotel and make love all night". This was really just a comment to wind up the woman in the stall. As we walked back into the bar area, I stopped her and told her that I was staying at the Park Royal and suggested that we head back to my hotel. "I was only joking" she said as she gulped. "Oh, I thought you were trying to pick me up, what a shame".
A lot happened in the ensuing minutes, we ended up leaving the wedding party and went to another bar where we sat and talked and we got on really well together. Penny was one of those friendly people that are and very confident. We did end up going back to my room, a little tipsy too.