I want to share a experience of mine from a few years ago. I caught my boyfriend of 18 months in bed with my best friend! There'd been lots of shouting, crying, apologising and so on, but I couldn't forgive him. I had booked myself into the W hotel in Time Square (on his credit card of course) and just wanted to get away for a while.
It wasn't my plan to do anything other than perhaps drown my sorrows in a bottle of wine, but having done that on Friday night I realized it didn't solve anything. Then I struck on the crazy idea that I should go out, find some gorgeous stranger and have wild, no strings sex. I had spent the afternoon buying myself an outfit I thought would be a guaranteed man magnet, then spent ages preparing myself ... shaving all the important bits, including my pussy which I only usually just trimmed.
I didn't want to look slutty, but good if you know what I mean. The black silky skirt barely covered my ass, but teamed with my new 3 inch high heeled stilettos, my legs looked very long and slim. The red top I was wearing finished just above my midriff, showing off my belly piercing, and it clung to the firm curves of my braless 36c breasts. I downed another glass of wine and decided to be brave and go down to the hotel bar. Just as I was leaving the room, another crazy thought hit me, and I took off the panties I was wearing.
The bar was full of people, and I almost lost my nerve, but no-one seemed to notice me as I made my way over to the bar. I sat on the free stool, ordered a drink and waited.
Hours passed, the bar slowly emptied, but there was no one really interesting. The only male that I was able to carry on a conversation was the bartender. He was a young guy, a student I guessed, with a mop of blonde curly hair and blue eyes. He was in jeans and a t shirt, and he looked to have an OK body. But by now, I was getting fed up! All this effort and nothing! I was still sat there at 1am, and it was just me, the barman and a guy in a suit left.
"I suppose I should make a move, let you close up," I said to the barman.
"No, it's OK, we stay open as long as there are people in the bar," he said. "So if you want to stay, it's fine by me."
The guy in the suit came over to join us. He stood behind me, leaning on the bar so that his arm was touching my back. He had a definite bulge in his trousers and I decided that maybe the effort wasn't wasted after all! He introduced himself as James, and chatted to the barman and me about his computer business. I wasn't paying that much attention to him, I was just checking him out. He was wearing a navy suit with no tie and the shirt unbuttoned a little. He had dark brown hair, olive skin, and was slightly unshaven. I was imagining him with no clothes on and what sex would be like with him, until my thoughts were interrupted by his voice asking me a question.
"So how come a lovely lady like you is sitting in a hotel bar all by herself?" he laughed.
