How hard can it be, she thought, as she dried herself off after her shower. She smoothed lotion down her arms and legs. The tiny bits of glitter in the lotion caught the light, making her skin glow. She stepped over to the bed of the hotel room she had rented for the night.
It's not like you're a virgin. She began to dress. The lingerie she was wearing was the exact tone of her skin and from a short distance it would look like she was nude. The bra was very sheer and she could see the darker skin of her aureoles and nipples through the shimmery fabric. She put the silk stockings on her legs and attached them to the matching garter belt. Her shoes were also the same color and had very thin straps and high heels. She wore no panties this evening. She liked the feeling of her bare skin and just the thought of that added a secret thrill to the evening ahead.
It's just sex. She removed her dress from the hanger and began to do up the small buttons that ran down the front of the dress from her cleavage to mid-thigh. The color was very flattering to her skin tones and the fabric seemed to float around her body. Undoing all those buttons, one by one, would add to the pleasure later.
Having sex with a guy you just picked up in a bar would be exciting. She sat down at the mirror and heard a faint crinkling sound. She stood up and looked at the chair. Nothing there. She felt around the bottom of her dress and saw a little bit of white. She pulled on it and a small slip of paper came out in her hand. She looked closer and read YOUR ULTIMATE DESIRE AWAITS. ENJOY. That was very strange. She could swear it wasn't there when she bought the dress this afternoon. It was probably a joke from her roommate. She smiled and tucked the slip of paper back into the dress.
Getting out of this evening might be my ultimate desire. She began to fix her make-up for the evening. She used mascara on her lashes and used her fingertips to add blush to her cheeks. Her lipstick was the same color as the inside of her lips, moist and fruit-flavored. She brushed her hair. She wore no perfume. She wanted her own unique scent to be the only one on her body.
You chose dare in the game last night and this was the dare. She took one last look around the room. She had champagne in the ice bucket and a bar of dark chocolate beside it. She would have liked to leave a candle burning, but decided on a small light on the bedside table. She didn't pick up her purse but simply tucked her key card into the top of her stocking. She took one last look in the mirror as she went out the door.
You need to pick up a guy tonight and take him back to your room tonight. She rode the elevator down to the lobby level of the hotel. She walked down the hallway. She stopped at the door to the bar and took a deep breath. Her body tingled at the thought of what she was about to do. She could feel her nipples begin to tighten.
You've secretly fantasized about picking up a perfect stranger in a bar and fucking him, she thought as she opened the door and stepped in. Yes, she smiled, but I've never even thought about picking up a perfect stranger in a bar and getting him to fuck me, all without saying a word!
She looked around the dimly lit bar. It was a weekday evening so it wasn't too crowded. There was a empty seat at the bar. She walked over to it, her heels tapping faintly on the hardwood floor. She sat down. The man on the stool beside it was nice looking. She smiled at him and then glanced down at his hands.
"Hi. No wedding ring," he smiled back at her. "I'm not married. Can I buy you a drink?"
She blushed a bit because he had caught her looking and nodded.
"What would you like?"
She hadn't really thought of how she would be able to carry off this part. Should she pantomime a screwdriver, just point...then she smiled again. She reached over and put her hand around the man's hand as he picked up his drink and guided the straw to her lips. She nodded at the glass and moved her hand away from the glass, stroking the man's fingers as she did so.
Their drinks arrived and the bartender left them alone.
"So, are you staying here at the hotel?"
She nodded.
"How long?"
She raised one finger.
"Just one night, huh?"
Again she nodded.
"My name is ..."
She put her finger against his lips and lightly shook her head.
"No names, huh?" he asked and raised his eyebrows.
She nodded her head.
"There's a booth open. Would you like to sit down and get to know each other a little better?" The man gestured to a dark corner in the back of the bar.
Her smile broadened and she nodded. Oh, God! I probably look like the Little Mermaid! Not exactly the image I need to portray here. They picked up their drinks and headed for the booth.
When they reached the corner, they sat their drinks on the table. She slid onto the leather seat. When the man turned towards the seat across from her, she touched his hand and patted the seat beside her.
He looked at her and sat down.
"Well, you're not very talkative this evening. Cat got your tongue?" He grinned.
