I have a married woman I've just started seeing - we matched on Tinder and have met up IRL twice. The problem is last time we met up, I couldn't hold off long enough and she didn't get to orgasm. She was pissed and I wasn't sure that I'd hear from her again.
I was happy to get a message from her wanting to meet in the bar of a local hotel. I beat her there and waited at a table.
When she came in she looked amazing. She was wearing a little miniskirt that showed her legs were in stockings - you could see the lacy tops. I was hoping she had a garter belt too. She had a white silk blouse on and you could just make out her bra underneath. Very highs strappy heels. Like I said, amazing.
I waved at her as she was peering around and she brightened up and waved back.
"Hi," she said, sitting down.
"Hi," I said. I could tell she was trying not to flash her underwear as her knees were clamped together. "Would you like a drink?"
She asked for a margarita and got her one.
"I got a room," I said, putting her drink down.
"That was thoughtful," she said, "but I don't know where tonight's going to go yet. I'm still a bit pissed off at you."
"That's fair."
It had been quiet, but now the music started up. It was pretty loud, and couple of the lone guys at the bar went to the dance floor and started dancing.
"What can I do to make it up to you?" I asked her, leaning in so she could hear.
"To start with, get me another one of these," she almost shouted back, chugging the margarita.
I took her glass and headed towards the bar, but she headed to the dance floor and the couple of dancing guys.
While I waited for her margarita, I watched as she wiggled and jiggled and generally rubbed herself up against them. Teasing me, obviously.
I took her drink back to our table and watched her dancing.
After a few songs, she headed back and drank the margarita.
"Another, please," she said then headed back to dance.
I got her another drink and watched her dancing.
There were more guys on the dance floor with her by now and a couple of women though mostly in business suits. As the floor was only about twelve foot by twelve foot, it was getting pretty crowded.
A slow song came on and a guy grabbed her and started dancing really close. I could see his hands on her ass as they were standing there swaying to the music.
When the song ended, another slow song started. Another woman, in a little summer dress, came and grabbed her to dance.
They swayed to the music together, and I could see her hands under Sue's miniskirt.
I watched the dancer move her hand and turn Sue's face towards her and they started kissing.
When the song stopped, she pulled Sue off the dance floor with her.
They talked for a short while, then came over to me with the guy she'd started dancing with.
"This is... uh..." Sue yelled over the music.
"Livvy," she yelled.
"And Paul," Sue carried on. "Come on, we're leaving."
Sue downed the new margarita and picked up her bag. I got up and followed them towards the elevators.
The four of us stood there until the doors opened. Paul gestured for the girls to get in and they moved to the back wall. Paul and I stood in front, facing the door.
Paul pushed the button for the sixth floor and up we went.
We stopped at the sixth floor and we got out, going past a couple waiting to get on.
Paul opened the door of their room and we all trooped in.
"Why don't you sit down?" he said to me, pointing at the chair by the desk.
I pulled the chair out and sat down. I was pretty sure Sue was teasing me.
Livvy put some quiet music on and started to dance by herself. Paul sat on a chair by the window to watch and Sue put her bag on the desk by me. She handed me her phone and started dancing with Livvy.
"That skirt's not hiding anything," Livvy said, "so why don't you take it off?"
She unbuttoned her skirt and let it drop to the floor. I was taking pictures. She was wearing a garter belt, I was pleased to see.
"Now you," Sue said.
