You and I take a trip to St Petersburg. It is fall there, the summer nearly over. The air is cool with a crisp "snap" to it. We spent all day wandering around the Hermitage. I am suffering from museum overload, so tonight we plan to have a good dinner, relax and soak up some of the atmosphere in Pietari's.
We sit at a small table in this warm smoky bar, our knees touching under the table. Our waitress is a young, sultry Russian girl with thick dark hair (pinned up) and a long, lithe body. She speaks english with a heavy accent and introduces herself as Natalia.
When we ask Natalia to bring us something "traditional", a slow smile curls her generous lips and she nods, her dark eyes warming. She returns with two shot glasses full of clear liquid. She explains that this vodka is a local favorite, made just outside of the city.
I have never done shots before, so I ask Natalia to show me how it's done. The vodka is very cold, so that it is easier to swallow, she explains earnestly. It is not allowed for her to drink while she is serving, of course. But her shift will be over in a few minutes and she will come by to see how we are doing with the shots.
You give me a big smile, pick up your glass, and down your shot in a few short swallows. I narrow my eyes. Clearly, you've some experience with this... I sip at my vodka. It has only a light, fruity flavor and is indeed very cold. But then I feel the burn in my throat!
Natalia returns with two more glasses and then notices that mine is still half-full. With a quick look back at the bar, she squats down close to our table, picks up the glass with her long, burgandy-colored nails and tosses the vodka down with a barely noticeable lifting of her chin.
"You must not think too much." She smiles at me encouragingly, showing unusually white teeth against her olive skin and a charming gap in the front.
I pick up the new glass with an air of determination. I am going to do this. You laugh and drink your second glass without a problem. I swallow the liquid with my head tilted back and still choke a little. My eyes tear up and you are laughing loudly now. I kick you under the table but I am laughing too.
Natalia joins us; her shift is over. She brings the bottle with her. She no longer wears the bar apron and has on a black sweater with lots of pebble-sized buttons over her black jeans. She is a student at the university and is happy to practice her english when she has the opportunity.
I have the hang of the shot-drinking now and we are steadily working our way through the bottle. Natalia's english is getting worse and we are all laughing a lot. The bar is warmer now and more crowded. Natalia has unbuttoned her sweater to reveal substantial cleavage and touches us often while she talks.
I can see that your cheeks are a bit pink and your eyes are often drawn to Natalia's breasts. But your hand is on my leg under the table; your fingers are underneath my skirt, just above my knee. What I don't know is that Natalia's hand is on your thigh, though she has been giving you some intense eye contact.
Your pupils are dilated and I know that you are aroused and a little drunk. I know that I am... Fortunately, our hotel is just down the street. I suggest that we get some air. The bottle is empty.
We make our way out of the crowded bar and into the dark night. Natalia stops outside of the door and lights up a cigarette. You push me back up against the wall and I can feel your erection...
"Oh god... I am so hard right now," you mutter into my ear. "Our waitress is coming onto me. Can I invite her back to our room for a few hours?"
Well, that would be interesting... I find her attractive. Might be exciting to play out your fantasy of being used by two women... "Alright, darling... If you like," I say in a low voice.
Then I look up into your eyes and pull your head down towards me. "But I'm the only one that kisses your lips..." and I do just that. Hard and hot, my body pressed against yours. We are lost in each other for a few moments... and when we pull apart, Natalia is just putting out her cigarette. She approaches us.
I pose the question. "Would you like to come back with us for a while, Natalia? Our hotel is just down the street."
She considers for a few long moments, studying both of us. Then the smile. "Yes, good. It will be fun."