I was coming back with your wine when she grabbed you. They had been sitting next us all night - an older man and much younger woman. Other than sitting next to one another, there was no indication that they were together. You had tapped her on the shoulder earlier to check on her. She had glanced back, giving you a shy smile and a nod before turning back to the band on stage. She had a pale, pretty, round face that was framed in long dark hair. I couldn't see much of her body from the angle where I was sitting. She was wearing what looked like a loose-fitting floral smock. But when she turned to smile at you, I could see a halter top that clung enticingly to full breasts. How the man sitting next to her paid her so little attention escaped me.
You looked gorgeous. You always do, but your outfit that night really showed you off. Shiny green pants and a sleeveless white body suit that showed off your sleeve tattoo. All your clothing clung to every curve, highlighting them, accentuating them. You were completely covered but every curve was on display. I had to try to hold myself back from running my hands over your body and I didn't always succeed. I wanted to touch you and didn't care who saw.
Maybe that was why she grabbed you. You had been getting attention from women all night long. Some had stared jealously, some had complimented you, but you drew eyes everywhere we went. The band that night was a party dance band. Music that made people move. You had taken one other guy out on the dance floor that night. He looked lone and you wanted to get his confidence up. Maybe that was where she noticed you. You came back to me and kissed me. Maybe she watched our tongues dance and my hands roam your ass. Maybe she wished the man next to her touched her and kissed her the same way. Maybe she wished he wasn't there at all. Knowing what I know now, maybe she wished she was with you.
Your wine was almost gone, and you asked me to get you another. I was happy to comply. Just a little bit of wine and you get playful, touchy, needy. I can see it your eyes that you want me, and I know it won't be long until you have my cock out. We don't always make it home when you get like that. It wouldn't have been the first time we've fucked in a semi-hidden public place. You'll want to take me in your mouth or pull me inside you. Either way, I'll hear you moan and whimper with need and I will be lost in the joy of your body.
I had your wine and was making my way back through the crowd when I saw her grab your hand and lead you out to the dance floor. Now that she was standing, I could see the way her jeans clung to her ass and hips. Again, I wondered what a woman like her was doing with the man who was humorlessly eating chicken wings next to her. You glanced back at me and smiled. I held up your wineglass, but you were already being swallowed by the crowd on the dance floor.
I stood by your phone and your purse. This was NOT an environment where those could be left unattended. I caught glimpses of watching you dance with her. I could see how you moved with her. I saw joy and happiness in both your faces. I wanted to be out there with you. The man she was with seemed utterly oblivious.
I was about to gather up our things and go join when I saw you come together. The crowd blocked my view, but it looked like your heads were together. By the time I got a clear view, you were already separating and then moving back to our seats. She came up to me, smiling. "Thank you so much," she said. "She's amazing."
"I think so," I replied over the noise of the crowd. She went back to sitting next to the man who was still paying her next to no attention.
You got up and knelt on the seat next to me. This brought your height up to just above mine. You wrapped your arms around me and put your head next to mine. "I need to tell you something," you whispered in my ear.
"What?" I asked.
"She kissed me."
"What?" I asked again. This time with more shock in my voice.
You backed up and looked me in the eye. "Are you mad?"
"No, just surprised. What did you do?"
"Promise not to get mad?"
I nodded. You leaned back into me. Your teeth nipped at my ear and your hands stroked my spine. "I kissed her back."
My arms tightened around her. Arousal warred with a sudden adrenaline rush that I couldn't tell if it was excitement or fear. "Why did you do that?"
"It felt like that right thing to do," you said and then let your tongue play along my ear. "And I wanted to turn you on. Did you see it?"
"No," I said. "The crowd was in the way."
You kissed me, maybe sensing my fear. Your hand came between us and cupped my hardening cock. "Don't worry, baby. I still want this," you told me and gave me a squeeze that did nothing to lower my arousal. "Do you want to see me kiss her?"
My fear didn't go away but it was warring with arousal now. I could see that teasing look in your eye. My heart rate rose and the pressure in my jeans increased. "Yes," I said.
You kissed me again, your tongue swirling with mine. "Go pay the tab," you told me.
I knew better than to refuse you when you were like this. When I got back, you were standing next to her chatting. Her back was to the man she was with, and you both had your phones out. For a second, I wondered if you were going to kiss her right there. You looked up and saw me. You touched her on the arm and whispered something in her ear before walking over to me. "Our Uber is on its way," you said.
You took my hand and led me outside. I opened my mouth to ask a question, but you silenced me. "Patience," you said. The ride back home was blissfully short. You kept my hand firmly on your thigh but didn't let me explore. You felt no such compunction. You chatted amiably with the driver about his music selection while your fingers stroked my cock through my jeans.
"Go out and light the firepit," you said when we got home. You still had the look in your eye that told me not only to not ask questions but that I would be rewarded for doing so. The firepit was set in a relatively secluded part of the backyard. We've played out here before as well. One of your favorite things is to stare into the flickering gas flames and play with my cock. I turned on the gas and the firepit came alive with a small "wump". I watched the blue flame play between the rocks that filled the pit. The night was cool but not cold.
You came out and embraced me, pulling my head down for a kiss. This time I didn't hesitate to let my hands roam. I felt your nipples harden under your shirt. I felt the heat between your legs. You whimpered into my mouth while my tongue played over yours. I felt you melt under my strength as I pulled you closer into me.
Then there was a knock at the gate to the backyard. You pushed me away and I could see your smile in the blue firelight. You went over to the gate and there she was. Her head was bowed slightly, and her hands were clasped together, but she had the same shy smile she had when she first looked at you. This time you took her hand and led her towards me.
"I'm Megan," she said after I introduced myself. Her hand was warm and smooth in mine. You were standing next to her. I could tell that she was maybe an inch or two taller than you but not much more than that. Despite that difference and despite whatever had happened at the club, you were now clearly in charge. I've seen you when get the idea that you want something and nothing is going to stop you. You had that look now. Your hand was moving at the small of her back. I knew what a turn on that was when I did it for you and it looked like it was having the same effect on Megan.
"Do you think she's pretty, baby?" you asked me.
"Not as pretty as you," I replied. I wasn't about to upset whatever was about to happen here by stepping in what could have been a trap.
"Good answer," you said with a chuckle. You ran the backs of your fingers up her arms. I could tell Megan was starting the flush in the firelight. "But I want to know what you think. Is she pretty enough for me to kiss?" There was a gap of bare skin between Megan's halter and her jeans. You stroked your fingernails across that exposed skin and she shivered.
"Yes," I said. "She is."
You smiled and reached up to turn Megan's head towards you. "You kissed me by surprise back there," you told her. "Why did you do it?"
Megan's fingers were tracing up and down your arm. "Because you are hot," she said. "And the way you danced with me, made me think you wanted it."
"Even though you knew I was there with a man?"
Megan looked over at me. "I thought he would think it was hot."
Your fingers returned to her midriff, teasing her over the top of her jeans. I have never seen you like this with a woman. You were staring at her, weighing every expression she made in the firelight. "Did you want him to think it was hot?"
Megan was staring at me now. "Yes," she whispered.
"Why"
"Because I saw how he kissed and touched you," she said breathlessly. "I wanted to be kissed and touched like that."
"Do you think my man is hot?" you asked.
I felt Megan's eyes bore into mine. You've always said that it was OK for me to look at other women because you appreciated them too. I've resisted that because past relationships schooled me against it. Here was the first time I looked at and openly admired another woman in front of you. "Yes, he's gorgeous," Megan said and you smiled.
"Do you want to kiss him?" Your fingers dipped just below the waist of her jeans.
"Yes," Megan said with a hiss.
"Were you just settling for me?" you asked with mock criticism.
"No!" Megan exclaimed. One hands was caressing her cheek while the other was still inside the hem of her jeans. Her hips were starting to roll under your touch.
"You know he didn't get to see you kiss me," you said. You gently took hold of her chin and turned her face to yours. "Do you want to show him what you did to me?"
Megan was staring at you now. "Yes," she whispered. She seemed frozen by your gaze and your touch. Even in the dim firelight, I could see how flushed you were. I could see your breasts heaving with your breath. Megan's state of arousal seemed to match yours.
"Do you want to kiss me again, Megan?" You trailed your fingers across her lips and her mouth opened slightly.
"Yes," she said again.
"Are you going to properly kiss me this time, Megan?" Your hand curled around the back of her neck.
