I was travelling on business in New York, and decided to go looking for some trouble. To be honest, I am a pretty square guy, and my idea of trouble would be considered tame at best. I have been married to a wonderful woman for 20 years, and have no desire to hurt her or damage our relationship, and so I really like to go out and people watch. An extreme night might include some flirting, but nothing more. Then I'll go back to my hotel room, masturbate, and turn in.
I found a bar within a few blocks of the hotel and decided to walk over and get a drink. The place was called "Adventures" and walking in, I was a little disappointed to find an upscale bar, with a very business-type crowd, not very adventuresome. In my past travels, I had found that the nicer the bar, the less enticing was the people watching. True to form, the clientele were dressed in business attire, suits and dresses, very conservative. Disappointed but thirsty, I decided to stay and grabbed a spot at the bar.
I ordered a Manhattan from the beautiful bartender Kylie. A brunette with a nice rack and tight ass in yoga pants, I did my best to chat her up, but she wanted nothing to do with me. She set down my drink and walked away.
I took a sip and surveyed the crowd. Several tables full of suits having conversations I'm sure about sales quotas and annual plans. Boring. I continued searching the crowd hoping for something to fantasize about later, and while there were some attractive women, none struck me as naughty or sexy. There really wasn't much to work with for a fantasy.
I sat there nursing my drink and slowly the bar started to empty out. I was left with a few tables of what I figured were desperate men, but soon they, too, gave up and left as well. I ordered another drink as I was in no hurry. My presentation wasn't until the afternoon, and I was hoping to find some inspiration.
I looked the place over one last time and just as I was about to give up, she caught my eye. In the corner sitting all alone was a gorgeous tanned blond in a tight pink top, a knee length black cheerleader skirt, fishnet stockings and stiletto heels.
I was seated across from her, but a bit off to the side, maybe she wouldn't notice me. I glanced at her face quickly to see if she saw me watching, and then pretended to watch the TV near her. I focused on her stockings and skirt hoping I might spy her panties, creating my fantasy for later.
My good fortune, when she reached down and adjusted the strap on her shoe, her breasts fought against her shirt and I had great view of her cleavage. Her breasts were beautiful, natural and, while not huge, they looked great in that tight shirt. She moved her hands and I was drawn to them moving slowly and sensually up the stockings on her leg. Mesmerized, I stared intently as her hands moved slowly up her leg, the calf, the knee and then to the hem of her skirt.
"Please," I thought, mentally begging for a glimpse under her skirt. She stopped and massaged her thigh,and then slowly the fabric rose up her leg. I felt my cock harden and sat frozen, staring. as she moved her skirt further up her thigh. Suddenly, my prayers were answered as her skirt flipped up, exposing her pink panties with a red accent - maybe a bow? - on top. Slowly, she moved her hand toward the panties,
"Look away," I thought, but I couldn't, even if I really had wanted to. Her hand hovered over her pussy, her palm rubbing against the shiny pink panty. My cock twitched in response,
"Does she know I'm watching? Is she giving me a show or just rubbing one out in public?" After what seemed like an eternity, she stopped rubbing and pulled her panties to the side, I sat there breathless. "Please," I thought. "Please, show me your pussy."
She hooked her fingers into the side of her panties and pulled them aside. "YES!...WTF?" That was no red bow;, I looked even more intently...,
Was I seeing what I thought? Yes there, poking out of her panties was a large red dildo. She took it in her hand and stroked it. It looked lifelike (except for the color) and must've been seven inches long. She rubbed it slowly and deliberately.
I felt my cock spasm in my pants and I squirmed in my seat. She stroked the dildo up and down, up and down, up and down. My eyes followed her every stroke, and then her hand made it's way up her belly, between her breasts, and she put her middle finger on her lips and sucked it in. She pulled it out and held it right in front of her face- flipping me off.
"Fuck, busted," I thought. I looked up, our eyes met, and I was caught. She smiled a wicked smile and beckoned me to her, I blushed and turned away. I sat at the bar afraid to move, and set my credit card down hoping the bartender would process the bill so I could leave. After what seemed an eternity , the bartender came over and, instead of taking my card, brought me a drink. It was pink in color in a martini glass with a maraschino cherry.
"I didn't order this," I said hoping to just pay and leave.
"No, she did, It's a pink lady," the bartender replied with a smile.
"She?" My heart jumped as I turned slowly to look back in her direction. To my surprise, the table was empty. I breathed a huge sigh of relief, figuring she had gone and I was safe. My relief was interrupted by a demure cough behind me. I froze, and then slowly turned around to find her standing before me.
"May I join you?" she asked.
"Su-sure," I stammered, heart racing. The bartender brought her a drink, she took a gulp and smiled.
"I'm Jessie, What's your name?" she said, smiling.
"I'm Alex, look, I'm sorry..." I started to say, nervously.
"Really, you're sorry, That's not what it looked like to me."
I blushed. "I was just, well..."
"Ogling me? Getting turned on?" she asked, eyebrow raised.
"Yes, um no...I" I said before she cut me off.
"Did you like what you saw?"
I froze and was speechless. Jessie put her hand on my thigh.
"I think you did," she answered for me. "But there's only one way to tell."
Jessie moved her hand up my thigh to my now throbbing cock. "Yup, there's the answer... You liked it, alot!" Jessie smiled, squeezed my cock, and stood up. She leaned in close and whispered in my ear. "I know you think I'm pretty, and I think you want my cock." She released my crotch and sat back as if examining me. "I suppose your wife is waiting for you"
"My wife? Oh, no, I'm from out of town, business," I stammered.
She shook her head. "So cliche, horny businessman on the road looking for trouble. BUT, I think I can work with this."
She stood up reached under her skirt, pulled her panties off and put them in my hands.