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?"