7: More Than She Bargained For
Stormy Knight strode confidently into the bar like she owned it. Since she'd had her wild experience here some time back, she'd become a semi-regular, The bartenders were always glad when she showed up β besides being very easy on the eyes, she was a wild woman and more than a few of them wanted to bed the curvy, mature blonde.
She sidled up to the bar, low-cut black sweater revealing a generous expanse of tanned cleavage and a subtle waft of perfume drifted to the bartender's nostrils. Her skirt was almost scandalously short and she was wearing dark, patterned stockings and black stiletto heels. No doubt about it β she was on the prowl.
Greg smiled at her and hoped he might be lucky tonight. "Hi Stormy, haven't seen you in a few weeks. What can I get you?"
"Tequila Sunrise, thanks Greg. Have you seen Antonio tonight?"
Greg sighed. Antonio. That bastard got all the good tail and it really pissed him off β the guy was so smooth and yeah, he was nice looking enough, but he was such a shit.
"Haven't seen him tonight babe, sorry." Greg hoped the S.O.B wouldn't show up, he had enjoyed Stormy's favors last week and had been almost unable to walk β he was off in a few hours and a wild night of fucking Stormy would be a perfect cap on the night.
"Pardon me β why are you looking for Antonio?"
Stormy turned in the sound of the voice and saw one of the most unique, lovely women she'd ever seen. She wasn't tall, but she was an imposing looking figure, Stormy couldn't help but noticed the rippled muscles on both the woman's arms and legs. She had long, dark, curly hair that framed a face that was sensual, alluring and exotic β Polynesian or Filipino, perhaps. The legs were clad in sexy, "fuck me" pumps and her dress was snug, showing that the attractive woman also possessed an attractive pair of breasts. The word Stormy would have used to describe the total package was "formidable." Stormy knew if this woman knew Antonio the way
she
knew Antonio, she was in for a challenge.
"Antonio's a β friend. Are you a friend of his as well, Miss ...?"
"It's Alexandra and you might say that. I'm his wife."
Stormy was shocked and angry, but she tried to conceal it. It was no use, Alexandra caught the looks.
"Don't worry about it ... this isn't the first time he's done something like this, Miss ...?"
"They call me Stormy."
"Stormy. What a unique name, I like it."
"Thank You. My real name is Martine, but no one around here calls me that. Your name is lovely, and so are you."
"Thank You. Why don't we get a table and have a drink and talk?"
Stormy was taken aback, but more than a little intrigued by this unique woman who was so comfortable and radiated such self-confidence that she was all right sharing a drink with someone who'd fucked her husband. She smiled and said "I'd like that" and they found a booth.
After relaxing a bit, Stormy found that Alexandra was captivating, she was smart β an executive for an International Banking firm, she made far more money than Antonio, who worked in Sporting Goods. They'd met on vacation β Antonio was there with his first wife.
"
First
wife?" Stormy asked.
"He's been married 3 times β I'm Number 3," Alexandra laughed. "He somehow forgets to tell women that. That's why I don't get too angry β I was the woman he was cheating with before you."
Stormy looked at her and asked "So why don't you divorce him?"
Alexandra took her hand and smiled, softly saying "Because he's a damned good fuck and I figure if
he
can play around, so can I. Although this is the first time I've ever been jealous."
"Jealous? Of me? Don't be insane! Alexandra, you are one of the most sensual, confident, exotic creatures I've ever seen, I'm ..."
"Stormy, you're tall and busty and curvy, blonde and sexy. You're drop-dead gorgeous and ..."
Stormy and Alexandra smiled at the same time, then laughed. "Is what's going on with us what I
think