(writer's note: I originally posted this in six parts on a blog. I hope you enjoy this and look forward to all comments. Thank You, ~J~)
What is it about Mondays? The weather is cold, dreary. So it must be time for a story.
Linda walked into the Bar & Grill carrying a book to keep her company. Julie had called just 5 minutes ago to let her know that she couldn't make the lunch date. Oh well, Linda was hungry, had the afternoon off and a good book.
The hostess sat her at the requested back booth and gave her the menu. When asked what she'd like to drink, she thought, what the hell, and ordered a drink. The waitress left to get her drink, and after deciding on a meal, opened her book and became quickly engrossed.
Linda felt the eyes on her and assumed the waitress was back. Smiling, she looked up into the greenest eyes she had ever seen. They were deep set into a handsome face. A man that she did not know smiled down at her. His black hair was slightly long, and hung over his high forehead. His lips looked soft - his white teeth slightly crooked, but a beautiful smile. He was clean shaven, and wearing a charcoal gray suit with white shirt and black tie. He looked too professional to be the manager. Linda looked at him quizzically, but still smiling.
"Hello. My name is Jim and I think we may know each other. The hostess said that you are alone, may I join you?"
Linda just stared at him. Who was this man? She'd remember those eyes anywhere and she was sure they had never met.
"You must have me confused with someone else.... I'm sure we do not know each other."
"Oh, we've never met, but we have chatted. I'm Jim - but you might know me better as MrReal."
"OH! Jim! What are you doing here? How did you know it was me?" They had met on a sex site but had only chatted. Linda and her husband were swingers, but no one knew that outside of the men they had met online. This man was someone that she had given up on meeting - he lived too far away. But oh, the conversations they had! He had the most wicked imagination and was able to get her wet with just a suggestion of what he would do to her. She vividly remembered his pictures and now blushed - or flushed? - with pleasure. His one and only face pic was in black and white and was offset. He had seen her face. And so much more. John, her husband, loved to take pictures of her with other men and of just her in sexual poses. Some were posted, some she only shared with the men she chatted with regularly. Some showed the kinkier side of her sexuality - Jim had seen them all.
"Sit, please! Why are you here? How....?", Linda stammered. The waitress brought her drink. She took a long swallow, a deep breath, and tried to relax her shoulders. Everything about this man excited her but she never played without John. That was the agreement. Chatting was one thing - sex was another. She was uncomfortable even being in the same place with a man that knew her so intimately without John. She raised her eyes to him and told him so.
"I know. I called John this morning. We talked for quite awhile about his fantasy. The one where you are with a man, and go home to him used. He told me where you would be today. He arranged for Julie to cancel a few minutes before your lunch. He told me that you should call him."
Linda just stared at him. She couldn't believe this! John never told her about this. She took out her phone and dialed John. He answered on the first ring.
"Hi honey! Like your surprise?", his laughing voice was all she needed to hear. "Listen, I know we hadn't really discussed it completely but you know this has been a hot fantasy for me, and I know that you really want Jim. My only request is that when you come home, you tell me everything and that you don't clean up at all. Your toy bag is in the trunk and so is the camera. I'll see you tonight."
Linda just stared at the phone. After a few minutes of discussion, she closed the phone and looked at Jim. Then she smiled.
"Well, I DID shave my legs today...."
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Linda and Jim ate the lunch they had ordered, finished a couple of relaxing drinks and talked. They talked about family, jobs, the government, the economy, religion - anything but sex.
Linda was so nervous that she ordered her third drink without even a thought. Usually two was her limit, and that was more than enough to loosen her up. She always thought of herself as a 'friendly' drinker: more likely to flirt, tease, dance - activities that were very hard for her when she was totally sober. More than three and she was an out and out slut - and knew it. So having three was rare and was reserved for very special occasions. She never drank more than two without John there.
But today was different. Today she was going to, for the first time in her marriage, be with an attractive, sexy man without her husband there. In fifteen years she had only been with John and only in the last six months had she had sex with anyone besides John. Sure, she had had 'cyber sex' with many men and some women - but not this.
Jim finally looked her in the eyes, his smile gentle and then he took her tiny hand in his large one.
"Are you okay? I don't want you to feel pressure, but I have to tell you that I can barely contain myself - I want you - now. I want to lick your breasts, I want to taste your pussy and your ass - just like we talked about. I want to feel every inch of you and explore those spots I've only dreamed about. I want to take you out of here now. Please say yes."
Linda looked into those gorgeous eyes. She too wanted to feel him, taste him and hold him. Slowly she nodded, licked her lips and said yes in such a way that she wasn't sure it actually came out audibly.
"Yes.", she said in a firmer voice, trying to sound calm, in control. Jim quickly took care of the check, came around the side of the table and took her hand. As she stood up, she suddenly felt the effects of the three drinks and swayed slightly towards Jim. His arm went around her, bringing her close. Looking into her eyes, he bent his head and gently, but firmly, kissed her.
The electricity between them was very real - raw need, chemistry, pheromones: call it what you will but it was there. Linda felt it in the dampness between her legs and could see the evidence in the bulge that Jim was trying to hide. They made their way to the exit and into the dreary cold of a rainy afternoon.
"I'll drive, if that's ok - my hotel is only a couple of blocks and I really don't want to let you out of my sight." Jim's rental was close to the door - he unlocked it and she slipped into the passenger seat. In the 5 seconds it took him to get in the drivers' side, she tried to even her breathing, but soon gave up. As soon as he got into the car, he started it, turned up the heat and turned to her. In one fluid motion, he took her face in his hands and kissed her with the pent up passion of too much talk, not enough action. He told her without words that she was going to give him everything he wanted and in return she would be totally and completely satisfied. When he finally pulled back, she looked into his eyes and just nodded her acceptance.
The drive to the hotel only took a few minutes. He retrieved her bag from where he had put it in the backseat and grabbed another one with a somewhat sly grin.
"You have your toys, I have mine." He laughed lightly. They went to the elevator and he punched in the floor number. Turning to her, he ran his hand possessively over her back and down over her butt, which he squeezed lightly. When the door opened, he led her to his room and opened the door with his key card. After they entered, he turned the lock but left the lights off.
They came together with all the pent up lust of 3 months of wanting. First they kissed, long, wet and with the sweetness of lovers. Their tongues explored, their teeth grazed lips, their lips searched. Her hands were holding the lapels of his suit coat, his hands were holding her head - his fingers entwined in her short hair. When he pulled his head back, he looked at her in the dim light and then starting at her hairline, placed light kisses all over her face. She felt her knees go weak with desire. Her hands were caught between them, he was in control and he planned on staying that way.
His hands started to stray downward - he ran them over her back and back up her ribs, brushing the sides of her full breasts. Then in a rather quick motion, he removed her sweater, bringing it up over her head, and immediately started to kiss the exposed flesh above her lacy black bra. Next his hands went to the button of her jeans and the button and zipper were no longer a barrier. As he continued to kiss the mounds of her breasts, he slid his hands into her jeans at the hips and started to slide them down over her firm round ass, her thighs were then exposed and then the jeans fell unheeded to the floor. Her black thong the only barrier to his searching hands.