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.
My story flowed out easily as both men listened intently. James's bulge seemed to grow as I got to the part where I said I was looking for some wild sex, and I knew he was definitely interested. My hand wandered down to stroke his erection through his trousers - it felt huge! I shifted on my stool, and felt a familiar wetness between my legs already.
James knew exactly what was on my mind as he moved closer to me. His hand moved up my thigh, pulling up my skirt and exposing my bare pussy to both him and the barman. I wasn't so sure about this and glanced nervously at the barman, but he was stroking my arm that was resting on the bar and looking straight into my eyes with a familiar look of lust . James now had one hand on my shoulder, fiddling with the thin strap of my top. He grinned at the barman, who moved his hand to my other shoulder. Slowly, they both pulled down the straps, revealing my naked breasts. They both began to squeeze them, and I suddenly realized I was going to have both of them.
I was lifted up onto the bar, and the barman stood behind me cupping both breasts in his hands. He leaned over and took one in his mouth, sucking and biting the hard nipple. I leaned back, closing my eyes as I felt my legs being parted and James's tongue licking my pussy. His tongue moved from my pussy to my clit, and back again. The barman's tongue swirled round my nipple as his hands squeezed my breasts. My breathing was becoming hard, and I could feel a warm tingling building in my body.
James withdrew his tongue and began rubbing my clit with his fingers. The tingling intensified and I could hear myself moaning a little. He pushed a couple of fingers into my pussy, causing me to gasp out loudly. Those fingers moved skillfully in and out, as I pushed myself further onto them, and within minutes I gave another loud groan as I came, that wave of pleasure taking over my whole body.
