Chapter 1. Brian. (May 2002.)
Encouraged by hubby I have decided to share some of my experiences with any readers who may be interested in them. Mostly factual, but with minor embellishments to enhance the flow of the story, the experiences will be related randomly as the mood takes me, rather than in any chronological sequence. Despite the passage of time even the early experiences remain reasonably clear because hubby, particularly if he wasn't present at the time, loves to hear me relate all the juicy details and which I'm happy to do, grateful that he allows me full rein to explore my sexuality.
Perhaps my experiences with Brian would be a good place to begin. He was a guy who hubby didn't meet but because of his fetish for hearing all the spicy details about my encounters and wanting frequent reruns, the details remain fresh in my mind despite it happening 10 years ago.
At that time I travelled a lot in my work, still do but to a lesser degree, useful for meeting guys! I had completed my assignment in this particular town quite early and decided to have a quick snack before heading for home. I found a suitable looking café but had no sooner given my order to a waitress when a guy holding a coffee appeared.
"Is this seat taken?" he indicated the chair on the opposite side of my table.
When I told him no the guy quickly sat down.
"I hope you don't mind me asking but I'm intrigued to know if you're wearing stockings," he said with a smile.
Well I've encountered many chat up lines over the years but this guy was nothing if not direct! Anyway I answered in the affirmative and asked how he knew.
"Oh, I watched you walking across the room and thought there was a definite hint of suspender visible through your skirt. Stockings are far sexier than tights don't you think?"
I told the guy I always wear stockings and didn't even possess any tights, all the while sizing him up. He was about 30, some 8 or 9 years younger than I. Decidedly good looking and clearly very self confident, the guy after introducing himself as Brian, was now asking what type of panties I favour!
"I don't think I should discuss my underwear in such a public place and with a total stranger," I smiled.
Of course he seized on my words to suggest going back to his hotel room for a more private discussion.
Well, cutting to the chase as it were, some 30 minutes later I found myself in Brian's hotel room watching him slipping out of his jacket. He hung it over a chair back before removing his tie and undoing a few shirt buttons.