Paul moved away a few months ago, but frequently returned to his hometown on business. He always stayed at the same trendy hotel, with a great bar off the lobby. Fit, trim and tall, he was used to getting attention when he entered the bar. Tonight was no exception.
She was cute - sandy blonde hair, curvy, drunk. More than a foot shorter than him.
"How tall are you?" she asked as she rubbed his arm and pressed her ample chest into his body. She reached for his shoulder length hair, brushing it back from his face.
"5' 18"" he replied. He could almost see the wheels turning in her head as she looked up toward him. Confusion, thought, then more confusion. Strikeout. He liked smart girls, and backed a step away towards the bar.
She followed him with her gaze finally saying, "I got it, 6' 6" right?"
"Yea" he said turning his back on the girl and headed toward the bar. She took the hint.
"How bout a Crown and ginger?" he asked the barman. He noticed a selection of mardi gras masks on the bar - and turned back around to take in the seasonal theme that he'd missed when he walked in - chalk it up to being distracted by Curvy. Lots of people wore beads, and several had donned a black mask. The bar was busy, and the patrons were having a good time.
"So, brushes off one girl, and doesn't even notice he knows the one he's sitting beside. How are you doing Paul?" said an attractive lady seated at the bar.
He turned his attention to his barstool neighbor. She was pretty - about his age, fit with shoulder length brown hair. She had on a cream colored blouse that buttoned in front. Her skirt was black and mid calf length. The outfit was totally appropriate for work, but showed off her nice figure and toned calves. Paul figured she stopped in for a drink on the way home. She looked familiar but he couldn't place her.
"It's Millie - we've played on a coed soccer team last year." she said, bailing him out of the awkward situation. She remembered he was the keeper, never married, and had a reputation as a bit of a playboy. They were friendly teammates, each respecting the other's skills, but never really more than acquaintances.
It came back to him. She was a talented midfielder, and always left shortly after the games to get back to her husband. She had a good personality, was cute and was a spunky player. "Oh, that's right. Used to seeing you with your hair back, and in uniform. I didn't recognize you in work clothes." said Paul.
"So why'd you pass her up?" asked Millie, nodding her head towards Curvy girl.
"A little too young, and lot a too drunk." he replied.
Millie laughed, "I didn't take you for such a gentleman." she teased.
"Oh, I'm not." he replied, with a twinkle in his eye and an intense stare. "On another night, I might have run with it. Tonight I thought I might find something more interesting."
Millie blushed.
"So maybe the rumors were true." Millie finally replied.
"Rumors?" Paul smiled. "About me? Ha - yea, they probably were. What about you? You were married as I recall. Looks like something changed there?" asked Paul.
"What?" said Millie taken off guard.
"You're at a bar, seemingly alone. I remember you were married, and it looks like very recently there was ring on this finger." he said, picking up her hand, and rubbing the base of her ring finger. "There's a story there, and you look like you need to tell it."
Millie let out a long sigh. "Is it that obvious?"
"Maybe not to everyone."
"Greg's been cheating on me. It's been going on a long time, but I've just found out. Apparently, I'm not daring enough, too vanilla, too boring in bed. I've been trying to make a life for us. I busted my ass working long hours so we could be in the right neighborhood with the right crowd and eventually the right schools. And while I'm working late every night, he's out fucking some bimbo. He says he wants to work it out, but I don't know. Recently, I realized I just don't give a shit about him anymore..... sorry, I guess I did need to let that out."
"His loss."
"And, I'm not boring and I can be just as daring as anyone." added Millie defiantly.
"Hmm... So you took off your wedding ring, and came out to this bar after work? That your idea of daring?" said Paul with a chuckle. "There are plenty of hot blooded young men here that you could use to even the score."
"Yea - I've already shot a few down tonight. One night of 'Wam, bam, thank you mam' somehow doesn't feel like getting even."
"What does?" asked Paul.
"Maybe he's right and I've gotten dull. Maybe I'm just not cut out for this." sighed Millie, sounding defeated.
"Ok Ms. Daring - I remember you as a pretty fiery player. Let's find out if that spark is still burning. Put this on and follow me." Paul stood up from his stool, grabbed one of the mardi gras masks, and pushed it into her hands. "We'll be back" he said to the bartender as he walked out of the bar to the open elevator leading to the hotel guest rooms. She followed, holding the mask, but stopped short of getting in the open elevator with him.
"Put the mask on. I won't bite... yet." said Paul with an easygoing laugh.
She felt drawn to him, and she put the mask over her eyes. His gaze was intense, unwavering, and as he stepped closer she felt a jolt of electric energy surge through her body.
She grabbed his outstretched arm, and stepped inside the elevator. Paul pressed the button for the top floor. She moved in close to kiss him, but he spun her around so she faced the mirrored doors. Paul stood directly behind her.
"You look good in the mask. It's sexy, says you're mysterious. Maybe even daring. Put your arms behind your back." said Paul as he rubbed her shoulders.
Millie complied.
He slid her purse off her shoulder, and carefully placed in on the floor of the elevator. Then reached toward her blouse and began unbuttoning it from the top down. She reached up to stop him.
"I'll stop if you want me to. If you want to do something daring, put your arms back behind your back, and let's see where it goes." said Paul.
Millie liked having his arms around her, and she wanted his touch. She slowly lowered her arms, and clasped her hands behind her back. Paul resumed unbuttoning her top. With 4 buttons undone, he pushed the blouse off of her shoulders, exposing her white lace bra. Without breaking eye contact with her in the mirror, he unhooked her bra, and pulled one arm out of her sleeve and out of the bra strap. He pulled that same arm back into the blouse, before letting if fall back by her side. He repeated the process with the other arm, removing her bra, and dropping it in his suit pocket.
The elevator stopped with ding, and she reflexively covered her breasts with her hands as the door opened.
No one was outside.
"You have great tits, Millie. Just the right size." said Paul as he stroked her upper arm. But you didn't follow the rules - you were supposed to leave your arms behind your back. Since you've already got your hands there, why don't you pinch your nipples for me? Seem daring?"
She was breathing quickly, and the risk excited her. She felt a familiar tingling down below, and closed her hands around her hardening nipples.
Paul's slid his hands down to her waist. "Now pull them." said Paul.
"What - you're crazy." she said, still holding her nipples between her fingers.
"Dare you" he whispered in her ear.
Millie gently pinched her nipples between her thumb and index finger, and pulled. It didn't do much for her, but she held the pose for a moment, unsure of what he wanted.
"There, happy now" she said before putting her hands back down by her sides.
The elevator doors shut.
"Not quite. Lift up your skirt." he said staring at her eyes in the mirrored door.
She gathered her skirt, and lifted the hem to her waist.
"Higher." said Paul as he knelt behind her.
Millie complied with his instruction, revealing her matching lace panties.
Paul ran his fingers from the outside of her knees to her hips. Soft caressing touches, before his fingers slipped under the waistband, and pulled her panties to her knees.
Ding. The elevator was back at the ground floor.
"You can drop your skirt now" said Paul, as Millie was frozen in position. She quickly complied with the instruction as the doors opened.
"Let's get back to our drinks. Join me if you'd like to continue." he said as he walked back toward the bar.
Millie quickly buttoned her blouse, and wondered what to do. Her panties were at her knees and Paul had just walked off with her bra. Her heart was racing, and she felt more alive than she had in a long while. She decided she wanted more just as a couple appeared outside the elevator. Millie stepped outside with her panties still at her knees, and starting taking small steps back toward the bar.
As Millie approached the bar, Paul was already seated and talking to the bartender.
"Ah, good. You decided to join me again. I was just telling John here you were out trying to do something daring." said Paul.
I think it would be daring for you to tell John where we went. Millie's jaw dropped but she said nothing.
"Are you too vanilla for that?" asked Paul with a wry smile.
Millie rose to the challenge "Um... to the elevator." she replied with a slight blush.
"And what happened there?"
"um" - what had happened there thought Millie. We didn't kiss, he didn't even touch me really. Ugh, I just let a man take off my underwear in an elevator. He could have fucked me right there she said inside her head. Her imagination ran with the thought, and the tingling intensified.
Paul broke the silence, "Here, I'll help you get started. Just answer yes or no to my questions."
"Did we kiss"
"no"
"Did you expect us to?"
"um... yes" she stammered.
"Did you show me something."
"um... well... yes" she chuckled.
