Sex with a Proper Stranger

Carol

It was late morning when I called my sister, Beth.

"Just letting you know that I'm heading your way after lunch. And how's my favorite niece and nephew?"

"Your only niece and nephew are being a pain at the moment. They're both in time out."

"It's tough being a mom and if I recall, we both spent some time, you more than me, in time out. I swear, sis, you're sounding more like our mom."

"I've become our mom," she said with a laugh. "Have you decided to attend the gala tomorrow tonight?"

"Well..."

"I wish you would. There'll be food, drinks, music, and best of all, it's in the hotel where you're staying. Who knows, you might meet a proper stranger and dance the night away."

I smiled. My sister knows my fondness of romance novels and I'd share some of the sex games my late husband and I use to play. Our favorite was him picking me up at a bar especially after other guys had tried and failed. It wasn't very nice of me since they bought me drinks and tried their best. John would have already booked a room at the hotel and on my signal, move in and whisk me away, much to the chagrin of the other guys. We laugh at the various pickup lines that I'd hear. Some were very good and if I were a single gal, I'd probably let one of them get lucky. We had good times and great sex. Now, all I have are my memories, explicit romance novels, and my toys. The thought of meeting a stranger at the gala that would wet my panties was just a fantasy. But what the hell. "Ok. You win. I'll go."

"Great! Remember, it's a black-tie affair so you can dress up and have fun. We'll see you tonight for dinner."

"Ok. I'll call you when I check in."

Staying in a hotel when visiting family was something John and I had been doing for several years and I didn't see any reason to change it. It's less intrusive and I get to pamper myself with the hotel amenities.

Five hours later, I checked into my favorite luxury hotel and called my sister. Beth said to come over anytime, and the kids were anxious to see me. She and Eric lived only twenty minutes away so I thought I'd freshen up by enjoying a shower in the hotel's spacious bathroom.

As I washed myself, I thought about the fun John and I had in many hotel bathrooms. Often times, he'd fuck me while I sat on the counter and then we'd have fun washing each other. I miss those times. The guys I've dated were nice enough, but they didn't provide that spark I needed and when I didn't let them progress past copping a feel, they quickly lost interest. When I spread my legs, it'll be on my terms.

I love the towels that come with the suite -- soft and luxuriant. I took my time and when I finished, I looked at my naked body in the mirror. I'm rapidly closing in on middle age and still looked pretty good. I'm not a beauty but I'm not bad looking either. John said it was my killer smile that got his attention and being six feet tall against his six-five clinched the deal. My B-cub breasts are still perky and I've kept my slim figure. I've got good help keeping the gray under control in my brunette hair. My stomach growled and reminded me that I needed to dress and head to my sister's home.

It was nice to see my sister and brother-in-law and be greeted by my five-year-old niece and three-year-old nephew. My sister is ten years younger than me. She might be what people referred to as an 'oops' baby. We were close, in part, because I took care of her.

It was a pleasant evening and later, I read a bedtime story to the children and put them to bed. After that, Beth got out the wine and the three of us caught up on things and talked about the gala tomorrow night. It was their first time as volunteers and they were manning one of the silent auction tables. I was feeling better about the affair and actually looked forward to it.

I got back to the hotel and hit their hot tub before I went to bed. I love a hot tub and have one at home. There was one little difference, though. At home, I'm naked in the hot tub and sometimes I have my waterproof vibrator do its magic.

Larry

It's Friday and everyone in the staff meeting is making sure all the details for tomorrow night's gala are covered. I'm the youngest event coordinator in the company, having just achieved that position this year. It's my second major event and my first big fund raiser ball or gala. I really don't know the difference. Fortunately, I have a great group and felt very confident that all would go well. It helped that the company has been doing this event for many years and it's almost routine. I wasn't taking any chances, however and called a meeting more for my benefit than anything else.

I'm in my mid-twenties and already moving up rapidly in the organization. My attention to details and anticipating the un-expected in today's challenging environment has been duly noted by the higher ups. Of course, all this came at a price. Long days and lots of out-of-town traveling doesn't give a person much time for a social life, let alone dating. Right now, I love my job and tomorrow will take care of itself.

After our staff meeting, I headed to the hotel to go over the final details one more time with management. I also hoped to catch some of the band's rehearsal. I booked this particular band because the drummer and I were fraternity brothers and roommates in college.

The hotel had been hosting this event since it first opened a few years ago and they were ready. It didn't take long to go through the checklist and I learned that many of the patrons attending the gala elected to take the hotel's special which, along with a suite, included valet parking, the gala, and breakfast.

The band was well into a run through of their music when I stepped into the ballroom. I wanted to make sure the sound level still allowed patrons to talk. I saw my buddy, Dan, get the leader's attention and he pointed at me.

"Hey Larry. Could you come up here?"

"What now?" I wondered.

When I got up on the stage, Dan was there to greet me and he introduced me to Mike, their leader. I'd only dealt with their business manager so I didn't know Mike.

"Dan tells me that you can sing and we wondered if you would.... ah... do a number tomorrow night?"

Dan had a big grin on his face and I couldn't help but chuckle. "Any suggestions, Dan?"

"As a matter of fact, yes. For a slow dance number, you could sing your Elvis favorite: "Can't Help Falling in Love."

"Ah yes, from the movie Blue Hawaii," I responded. "Let's try it and you be the judge." Truth be known, it's an easy song to sing and it lays perfect in my range.

Needless to say, my solo went well and I was informed that sometime during the night's performance, I'd be summoned on stage to do my song. I'd sung that song several times at a karaoke club but suddenly the thought of performing in front of tomorrow's crowd made me nervous. I looked over at Dan and he had a big grin and then he gave me two thumbs up. So much for anticipating the un-expected.

The hotel manager invited me to dinner and I was served a superb filet mignon. It was nice to chat about something other than tomorrow's event.

I went to bed knowing that I'd done all I could. I'll go to the gala and enjoy myself. One of these days, I'd like to attend a gala as a guest and with a hot date. My former girlfriend, Cindy, is a distant memory and so was the last time I got laid.

Carol

I got up feeling great and headed to the hotel gym after breakfast. Even though it's small, it had all the equipment I needed and after a good workout and swim, I showered and headed to my sister's house.

Eric went to play golf and to give Beth and I some girl time. I played with the kids and later, the four of us went to the park. We occupied the swing sets until it was time for lunch. Beth of course, wanted to know if I was dating anyone and I told her no. I was still playing the field and nothing to get excited about. I assured her I'd be ok and not to worry about me tonight.

After lunch, we put the kids down for their nap and our visit became more in the adult vein.

"You know about my love life, or the lack there of; how goes yours?" I asked.

"Actually, it's wonderful. Ever since Eric visited the urologist and got fixed, there has been a lot more spontaneity."

"I don't remember hearing about that."

"He did it right after Jimmy's third birthday. I wasn't on the pill and we relied on the cup. The cream destroyed any desire to go oral for him. Now, sex is whenever the mood strikes us. And by the way, the romance novels you recommended for us to read are hot to say the least. Lately, we've skipped through the book to find the good parts. We take turns. One reads while the other goes oral. You'd think we were a couple of horny teenagers."

"I like that image."

"I love the action. And I have you to thank for sharing the intimate details of your sex life with John."

"What are big sisters for? So, any adventures yet?"

"We haven't done the bar pickup yet. We thought we'd do that when I travel with Eric for a conference and Eric's folks can babysit. However, he has a birthday next month and I've purchased a French maid outfit to surprise him with."

I laughed and said, "I'd let you have mine but I'm still hoping I'll get to use it again someday. There were several times when I'd walk into the study while John was working, wearing that outfit. I'd pretend to dust and it didn't take long before he'd lock the door and we'd pretend the lady of the house was out shopping. I was either under the desk or on top of it. I hope you have just as much fun."

"Now that's an image I hope to match."

"I'd suggest you have a pad you can use when you're under the desk giving Eric a blowjob. I found carpet doesn't provide near enough cushion for your knees."

'Good advice, I know I'll definitely need it."

"Guys have it easy. They can sit in their chair and eat pussy. There again, the pad will feel nice when you're lying on the hard desk as well."

Eric came home and I made my departure to get ready for tonight. My little chat with Beth made me horny and I thought I'd make one more trip to the shower to take care of business.

Saturday traffic was light and I was soon at the hotel. Everyone was buzzing about getting ready for tonight's gala but I didn't pay any attention. I had other plans.

Once in my room, I quickly stripped and headed to the bathroom. It didn't take long for the water to reach a comfortable temperature and after I washed, I put the nozzle on a soft pulse and moved it up and down my pussy. I closed my eyes and thought about the times I was Fifi in my skimpy French maid outfit under John's desk, giving him a blowjob. I miss feeling his cock in my mouth and his exquisite cum when he climaxed. Then there were the times he'd eat me. My crotchless panties were a turn on for both of us. I'd be up on my elbows and watch him eat my pussy and later, watch his cock slide in and out of my cunt. How beautiful it looked, wet from my pussy juice.

I shifted the nozzle to my cunt and had a nice climax.

I took my time putting on my makeup and doing my hair. Next came my black thong. If I were writing a romance novel, I'd meet the right guy tonight who would get to remove them and do more, a whole lot more. "In my dreams," I said to no one. I decided to go all the way and not wear a bra. Last came my black sequin embellished lace top gown. I also wasn't going to wear heels. I'm tall enough and my flats are more comfortable.

I grabbed my invitation and headed to the ballroom. It was already beginning to fill and I made a dash to one of the food tables. The invitation said heavy hors d'oeuvres and they weren't kidding. I selected several delectable items but I especially loaded up on the shrimp. I headed to a table with my treasure.

For a while, I sat alone and then soon, a group joined me and I was quickly engaged in conversation. They were impressed that I had come from out of town.

Larry

I slept late, then hit the gym after breakfast. I knew there would be plenty of food at the event tonight so I ate a light lunch. I caught up on my emails and returned some phone calls. In the late afternoon, I put on my tux and headed to the hotel. The event started at six and I wanted to get there early enough to check things out. I didn't expect to do anything, just make my presence known.

When I arrived, I was impressed. The ballroom was festive and there was a ceiling full of balloons. The staff had the tables nicely arranged to minimize lines and crowds wanting to get food. Same for the bar. Each invitee was given three drink tickets for anything. After that, you had to purchase a ticket. The silent auction was in an adjoining room to my left and the band was setting up in the room to my right. Lots of tables for people to sit and eat or listen to the band. The dance floor was adequate which reminded me of my agreement to sing later.

I greeted the hotel manager and a few of the board members for tonight's festivities. Everyone was pleased. People began to arrive and I moved to a spot where I could observe the culmination of a lot of work by a lot of people. There's something good about seeing people all decked out in formal attire.

I noticed an attractive tall woman in a black gown with a sequin top walk in unaccompanied. She hit the food table and sat alone at a table. Other couples joined her but I got the impression she was a stranger to them and not part of their group.

The band was scheduled to start at seven, so I decided I'd do like the others and chow down. I don't know many of the patrons but I knew quite a bit about the organization. I visited with two couples at a table and while we ate, learned about their involvement and they pointed out a few of the high dollar patrons.

I excused myself and moved around the room. I saw my tall sequined lady in the silent auction room visiting with a couple at the wine table. I decided to walk in and place a bid on one of the bottles. I did my best to maintain my composure when I saw the starting price for several of the bottles. I pretended to look at the selections while trying to get a good look at the lady in question. I did my best not to stare but from what I saw, the sequined lady was indeed tall and attractive.

I wandered around speaking with my staff and with hotel manager. Everything was going smoothly and I thought I'd go in and listen to the band. I wasn't sure when I'd be brought up to sing but I was reasonably sure it wouldn't be early.

I saw my sequined lady sitting off to the side by herself drinking a glass of wine. After two more songs, she was still a solo at the table. I walked over and said, "Are you in time out?"

She looked at me with a strange look and then she laughed. Not a chuckle but a good belly laugh. I sat down beside her and after she regained her composure, she told me the connection with time out and her niece and nephew. Then it was my turn to laugh.

"But if I promise to be good, can I get up?"

"Only if you'll dance with me."

That surprised her and she looked at me for a few moments then said yes.

"I'm Larry."

"Carol, and I'm not a very good dancer," she remarked as I took her hand.

"Good, neither am I. This way we can just have fun."

Carol

The two couples that joined me were friendly and I explained how I happened to be in attendance. It was obvious they were close friends and I excused myself and went looking for Beth and Eric.

They had quite an array of wine bottles and I was shocked to see the starting bid prices. It made me appreciate the wine selection at my grocery store. Beth laughed and said, "The look on your face every time you looked at the bid sheet is priceless."

"Well, speaking of priceless, there's only one bottle I can even afford the starting price and that's a stretch too."

"We're with you and the funny part is that at last year's auction, they sold every one at a lot more than the starting price."

Just for fun I put my name on the cheapest bottle bid sheet.

I stood around with Beth and Eric and watched with awe as folks began to mill around the table and discuss the selections. One handsome guy came up and I could see him also choke at the prices. I did my best not to laugh and then he put his bid on the very same bottle I had previously done. He looked over at me and it wasn't a passing glance. Nice looking young man. Even Beth caught the exchange.

"He's certainly handsome," she remarked.

"Young too," I replied.

"Sooo?"

"So maybe this might be the opportunity to dance the night away with a 'proper stranger'."

"Maybe. Who knows? I hear the band playing, so I'll leave you two with your high-priced wine and go listen to the music." I didn't want them to know that the handsome stranger had my attention and I felt a stir down below that had been notably absent for a long time.

I exchanged my ticket for a glass of wine and headed toward the music coming from the next room. I found an unoccupied table that was out of the way but still gave me a view of the door. If my handsome guy walks in, he should be able to see me.

A few minutes later, he walked in. I used the cover of drinking my wine to watch him. He looked around and then fixed his gaze on me. I felt my heart skip a beat and if he'd been close by, he would've seen me blush. But the best surprise for me was I felt a wetness in my pussy. I haven't felt this way for a long time and I loved and welcomed it.

Each time I took a sip, or pretended to, I'd look his way and his gaze never varied. Luckily, no one joined me at the table. My heart was racing and I glanced down to see if my nipples were displaying their excitement. Fortunately, or maybe not, the top prevented any showing.

I know the band was playing but it was all lost on me. It seemed like eternity before I saw him move in my direction. My composure was an Oscar winning performance and I was expecting some kinda line but instead, he said the strangest thing. "Was I in time out?"

It caught me completely by surprise and I suddenly thought of my sister putting her kids in time out and I just started to laugh. The more I thought of it, the harder I laughed. I looked at him and he had a bewildered look like, was it that funny?

It took a few minutes for me to calm down and I explained about my niece and nephew being put in time out and it just hit me funny. He laughed and I thought I'd play along and said I promised to be good.

He surprised me by stating that my reprieve was on the condition that I dance with him. Wow, this is working out better than I'd hoped. I also learned his name is Larry.

He took my hand and when I stood, I was pleased that I had to look up to his brown eyes. He was even more handsome close up and from the way he looked in his tux, I couldn't help but imagine a very nice body.

I was nervous as we headed to the dance floor. I haven't danced much and I don't have any confidence in my ability. He claimed to not being very good, which is yet to be proven but I liked his attitude about just having fun. I can do fun.

Larry

I couldn't believe my luck. Carol could have shut me down but instead she was a good sport and agreed to dance with me. I liked the fact that we were nearly eye to eye and her hazel eyes had my attention. Definitely a looker, especially in that gown.

We headed to the dance floor and I wasn't joking when I said I wasn't a good dancer. One saving point was the floor had a good crowd so we won't have to move around much.

During a break in the music, I found a spot we could claim. When the song started, some of the folks did what I called, free style. They just stood there and moved around. Most of the other couples did swing. I can fake western swing and most of the time, I try to duplicate what I see others do. My motto is: when in doubt, twirl your partner. I mentioned to Carol that I preferred touching when I danced and she agreed.