Author's Note: My lover and I have been talking about inviting a woman into our bed. This story is my fantasy of her, and I write it for you but also for him, my very sexy, soulful lover, realcitykid. We want to make this dream a reality someday, so if you're a woman who enjoys this fantasy, come visit us on the
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"Here you go, babydoll. Cabernet okay?"
I nodded and took the glass from him, motioning for him to come sit next to me in the little corner booth. I know it's silly, but I couldn't really bear to have him sit all the way across the table - not when he could be right there next to me, his arm around me, his thigh pressed against mine.
We both sipped our wine as he settled next to me and glanced at his watch.
"Nervous?" I asked him, smiling coyly.
"Not in the least," he murmured in my ear. "Excited?"
I nodded at him and slid my hand under the table and onto his thigh. God, just touching him made my pussy wet, just sitting near him, just breathing the same air as him. He took my hand and slid it higher, to the crotch of his jeans, and rubbed my open palm against his hard cock. His eyes closed for a second as I squeezed his dick gently through his pants. I snuggled closer to him and whispered, "I can't wait to have you inside me again, baby." I can hardly be in public with him these days, I can hardly stand to have any clothes on when we're in the same room. But we'd left the comfort of our hotel room about a half an hour before so we could meet our guest in the bar.
I was nervous, and I knew he could tell. His eyes kept searching mine as I swallowed more of the spicy red wine. He looked so sexy sitting there with his glass dangling from his fingers - his smile so sure, his eyes so deep and dark, his arm around me so strong and warm. I kissed him slowly on the mouth while we waited for her, remembering the hours leading up to this moment. I remembered seeing him in the lobby checking in earlier that day. I remembered how his eyes wandered up and down my body as I stood in the doorway, how they were just drinking me in, lingering on my legs in the miniskirt, on my tits in the tight little sweater, on my brown eyes as I gazed back at him. I smiled, and I went to him.
I always come to him, no matter who is visiting whom. I always find myself running across the street in traffic, or flinging my arms around him like a teenager, when we first see each other after these long absences. I completely lose my cool around him, and he knows it. So when I saw him in the lobby earlier that day, I ran straight to him and threw my arms around his neck, kissing him eagerly on the ear and pressing my body against his.
He took me back to the room and fucked me so passionately, he always does. The door barely closing behind us, he was already clawing at my clothes, pulling at my hair, and kissing me so hard I could barely breathe. As we sat pressed together in the booth, I couldn't help but remember how he'd stripped me down to my lacy panties only hours before, how he pushed me to the ground and fed me his cock, how he choked me with it and made me gasp for enough breath to beg him to fuck me.
I took another sip of my wine and rested my head on his shoulder, then kissed him on the neck and the cheek, inhaling deeply. I love his smell, but this time when I inhaled I caught my own scent on his skin. My cunt - on his face, his lips, his chin. I moaned softly when I smelled my pussy on him, remembering how I straddled his face on that bed, how I rode his mouth and then spilled my cum down his throat. I pressed my lips against his ear and told him, "You know, I can feel your cum leaking into my panties, baby..."
His eyes trailed down my sweater to my skirt, as if he could see his cum dripping out of my pussy. "Fucking whore."
"Your whore," I answered back, wriggling against him as if I could get any closer. I looked around the bar for signs of her, but caught the bartender's eye instead. He raised an eyebrow when I met his gaze, shook his head and smiled. This always happens with Rick and me. We make a spectacle of ourselves wherever we go.
"Why don't I get some more wine," he said, noticing that I'd finished my glass. I was a bit more nervous than I wanted to let on, but he smiled at me knowingly when he saw my empty glass. "You be a good little slut while I'm gone."
I was feeling a bit warm and tingly, maybe from the wine, probably from him, when she walked through the door. I recognized her immediately from her photographs, and she smiled when she saw me sitting all alone in the darkened booth. She loosened her coat as she walked toward me, letting it fall off her shoulders to reveal her luscious tits and the pale creamy skin of her neck. I could practically hear my heartbeat and I felt my stomach drop a bit. She was even sexier in person than in her photographs. I got lost in the sway of her hips as she made her way toward me, her long tousled hair and deep hazel eyes, and such a pretty little mouth that smiled warmly at me. I couldn't help but imagine her sweet lips wrapped around Rick's cock as she approached my table.
"Joanna, hi," she breathed a bit nervously, smiling and biting her lip. "Can I... sit next to you?"
I smiled back and nodded. I doubted that Rick would mind that she took his seat beside me. I gestured for her to sit. "You look..." my voice trailed as I struggled for the right adjective. I blushed. "God, I'm a little nervous, I guess. But you look, well, stunning actually."
She grinned at me and leaned in to kiss my cheek. Her lips were soft as they pressed into my skin. I always forget how soft girls are. It had been such a long time. She inhaled deeply and kissed me again near my ear, murmuring, "God, you smell like sex already."
I nodded and grinned, my eyes lingering on hers. "He just fucked me," I confessed in a low, excited voice. "I was just telling him that I can feel his cum dripping out of my pussy right now." I wriggled in the booth and recrossed my legs, just to feel the wetness in my panties rubbing against my cunt. She looked down and slipped her hand on my bare leg almost instantly. "I want to know what that tastes like," she said. I put my hand on top of hers and slid it higher on my thigh. "You will," I whispered in her ear.
Her hair smelled so good, it brushed against my face as I lingered near her neck, kissing her softly there, and again at her throat. By the time I got to her mouth I was overheating, I was lost in her smell and the heat coming off her. I kissed her softly at first, a little hesitantly, until I felt her lips open to me and her tongue meet mine. God she was so warm, so soft, I pulled her close by the waist and kissed her more ardently than before, slow but hard, searching her mouth with my tongue. I felt her moan against my lips and suddenly I could hardly handle being in public with her, even though we were in a secluded corner and out of most people's line of vision. Suddenly I needed to just crush her with my mouth. I needed to be naked with her, I needed to know if she was soft everywhere, if her cunt was as warm and wet and sweet as her mouth was. I laced my fingers in her hair and pulled gently as I pressed my tits against hers. She was so good, this was exactly what I wanted it to be like. I don't think either of us noticed that Rick had been standing at the table watching us with the wine in his hands until he took a seat across from us and jolted us from our kiss.
He was grinning when he slid the full wine glasses across the table towards us, his foot playing with mine under the table. "Well hello Melanie," he said in his easy manner, smiling and openly leering at her, his eyes lingering on the top button of her shirt as it strained to contain her tits.
"Rick," she blushed. "I'm sorry, I got a little carried away I guess! Thank you for the wine."
We each took our glasses and let them clink together before taking a slow sip.
"So I see you girls have exchanged pleasantries already," Rick joked. "You know, I think you nearly gave the bartender a heart attack -- not that I blame him," he said in a lower voice. "You looked very tasty just then, when you were kissing. Of course, I didn't get a very good look all the way at the bar..."
I smiled and turned to her again. "Kiss me," I said, reaching around her neck and pulling her close. She leaned in, this time more insistently, and pressed her lips to mine. They were wet, and they slid over mine so easily. I sucked on her bottom lip and bit her lightly, and she purred in response, drawing me in deeper, opening her mouth and letting my tongue invade her. I heard Rick moan softly. "Oh god, you're such naughty little sluts. You're making my cock hard..."