Inspired by, and written for, a special - and very beautiful - couple...
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When my boyfriend, Jamie, first mentioned the idea to me, I have to confess that I didn't think a great deal of it. It had only been a little over six months since we had started to become more daring and had been experimenting with new ideas, but this had only progressed to posting pictures of my body (never my face) on an internet site. Certainly the responses I was getting from eager, horny guys was giving me thrills that I can't even begin to describe, but Jamie's new idea was a long way beyond anything we had tried so far.
What he wanted was a twist on the idea of us going to a bar and for me to pick up a complete stranger while he watched. And what a twist!
Like I said, at first I wasn't that keen, but sometimes I get the impression that Jamie knows me better than I know myself because within a day or two even the most oblique reference to bars and strangers was getting me all shivery. On the third day we were in bed, making love with the wildness that reading the replies to my internet posts brought to both of us, and -- just as I was approaching my climax -- Jamie muttered something about the stranger in the bar seeing me so excited.
Within a couple of seconds I had visions of the unknown guy seeing my bare body -- not in a posted picture, but in the flesh, up close and very, very personal -- and it brought me to orgasm with a speed that I could scarcely believe. As wave after wave of intense pleasure coursed through me I just knew that Jamie's idea would have to be tried out for real -- which just made me come even harder.
Even if I had experienced any doubts, as Jamie and I lay there panting and sweating afterwards, his reaction when I said that I would go through with it blew them away. As soon as the words had left my mouth I felt him starting to stiffen inside me and when I promised him that I wasn't joking or teasing, his erection completed its journey to full hardness.
If I'd thought our earlier love-making was wild, then this next time was feral.
During the course of the next few days while we planned everything, I lost count of the number of times Jamie turned to me and said 'Krissy, are you absolutely sure about this?' -- but every time he said it, it just made me more eager. In fact, by the morning of the planned day my mood could easily be described a 'desperate'.
Jamie had booked us a room at a nice hotel down in Brighton, reasoning that I would feel more uninhibited if the 'stranger' was someone we would never see again. The way I was feeling, I would happily have waited by our own front door for the postman and jumped on him, but I agreed that Brighton would be better all round.
Before we left we spent ages choosing what I should wear for the event, although to be honest anything I tried on seemed to have both of us horny in an instant. I think I have a pretty good body, firm, nicely-shaped breasts, a flat belly and what Jamie describes as 'Krissy's perfect bum'. Knowing that a complete stranger was going to be seeing a lot of that 'up close and personal' -- and that it was only a few hours away from happening -- made the wardrobe selection a rather long, drawn-out process as we kept having to stop for sex.
Eventually we managed to drag ourselves from the bedroom to the car and two hours later we were checking in to the hotel. A quick look at the bar there confirmed that it should be nice and busy later and we dashed up to our room to start preparing.
The look that we had finally settled on was sexy rather than slutty, a slinky, halter neck dress in prussian blue crushed silk. The bodice was quite low, but hinted at what lie beneath rather than displaying it, its skirt was long, with a modest slit up the left hand which made it cling to my stocking-clad legs. The only thing I wore beneath it was a blue thong and I felt gloriously exposed, wonderfully sexy.
Jamie and I were generating more nervous energy than a roomful of virgins at a sex convention, and so wild was our sex before my appearance in the bar, that I had to shower twice before finally getting dressed shortly after eight o'clock.
As planned, Jamie went down to the bar first and I spent an increasingly nervous fifteen minutes waiting for my own grand entrance. I could scarcely believe that I was going to go through with Jamie's wonderful plan, wondering constantly whether I had the nerve. But then I thought back to the first time I had allowed Jamie to post a nude picture of me on that website... I was a bag of nerves back then -- until the comments started flooding in. When I had realised the effect those pictures had on guys -- guys I'd never met -- all of my nerves disappeared, to be replaced by an excitement unlike anything I'd experienced before.
But this was a whole new level, and even though I knew that I wanted to do it more than I could have believed possible, I was still shaking like a leaf at the prospect.
As the minutes ticked by I raided the mini-bar and downed two vodka miniatures, the heat of the alcohol quickly taking the edge off my nervousness. As the minute hand reached the appointed time I grabbed by little clutch bag and the all-important mobile phone and headed down to the bar.
When I reached it I was relieved to see that it was quite busy, and that I wasn't the only woman dressed so elegantly. I was even more relieved to see Jamie at a small table near the end of the bar. Our eyes locked for a few seconds, just long enough for him to ask with a look whether I was ready, whether I was going to go through with it, and for me to reply with a nervous but determined nod.
With my heart fluttering somewhere near my mouth, I strode along to the bar and slid onto one of the high stools. From the corners of my eyes I had seen heads turn as I made my entrance and the knowledge lent me strength. So much so, that when the barman asked me what I would like I was able to reply in a steady, strong voice -- and even offer him a smile.
It was soon obvious that the barman was the ideal target for our plan. He was a little older than Jamie and I, but cute and with dark eyes that nevertheless glittered with an inner light. He was also quite obviously interested in me and as the minutes ticked by he began to spend more time at my section of the bar. His attentions were sending my pulse rate through the ceiling, and even a simple question like 'May I ask your name?' had heat surging into my groin.
While the guy's back was turned, I took the opportunity to look over at Jamie and the look on his face immediately had me squirming on the stool. He was obviously following the interplay between me and the barman -- and even more obviously, it was turning him on like crazy.
With this tacit approval, I stepped up the banter with the barman before my nerves could get the better of me.
My increased friendliness seemed to make him bolder and within a couple of minutes he said, "Do you mind I ask why a frankly beautiful young woman such as yourself, Krissy, is doing here all alone tonight?"
I didn't have to fake my enjoyment of his question, "That's very kind of you, Jay, but I'm afraid my boyfriend has had to go into work. Some sort of emergency, he said."
"He's a brave man letting you out all alone. He must be very trusting or very stupid -- if you don't mind me saying so?"
I laughed, "Not at all. And he's rightly trusting. Besides, I was looking forward to dressing up and having nice relaxing evening, so I don't see why I can't still have one even if he is missing it."
"I have to say, you're dressed wonderfully, and I'm glad you chose to spend some of your evening in here. It makes my shift far more tolerable"
"Well, thank you. I'm glad to help."
"Oh, you most certainly do. I know you're obviously taken, but I just have to say that your dress is beautiful and... well, very, um.."
"Yes?"
"No, I shouldn't say."
"Oh, please!" I laughed, "You can't just start to say something and then stop like that!"
"Well..." Jay seemed to reach a decision, "I was going to say it's a very sexy dress and that you're a very beautiful lady, but I know I shouldn't really."
"Aw, thank you -- and yes, you should say it. I don't know any woman who wouldn't love to hear a lovely compliment like that."
"It's the truth, but I shouldn't really say anything in case you think I'm coming on to you. You did say your boyfriend trusts you and I don't want to make things difficult in any way."
"That's very thoughtful but not necessary. Jamie and I have a... very special relationship and part of our trust is built on the fact that we can enjoy ourselves a little as long as we're open with each other about things." My heart began to beat even faster.
Jay's eyes widened as he tried to work out what I meant. "Um... so if I said, you're drop dead gorgeous and I'm jealous of this Jamie guy, you wouldn't be at all offended?"
"Hardly," I smiled, "I wouldn't be dressed quite so... nicely if I didn't want to turn a few heads, would I?"
Emboldened, Jay nodded, "It is a gorgeous dress. Very... sexy. And perfect on you."
"You really think so?" My heart was now hammering at my ribs and I could feet heat surging to my cheeks -- and places far more intimate.
"Damn yes. Trust me, I see all sorts of women in here and you... well, you're the only one to make me feel uncomfortable you're so damned cute."
"Uncomfortable?"
