My husband is out of town this week. Numerous times in the past, he has asked me to step out of my box and try going out by myself while he's gone, but of course to keep him updated on where I'm at, etc. I finally decided it was time to do just that, so after carefully dressing in a sexy skirt (no panties) and low cut top, heavy hand with the makeup, I headed out to a local, very popular upscale hotel bar. I decided not to tell him about it until afterwards... As kind of a surprise tale for his trip home.
Nervous to be sure, but I figured worse case, I'd just have a glass or two of wine and have some nice, safe conversation with others at the bar. There weren't very many single guys this particular night. Several couples, a handful of women and a couple of guys, but not my type by any means. Sitting right beside me was an attractive brunette about the same age. We were both chatting and laughing with the bartender, so it was very easy to segue into talking to each other.
Her name is Cat. I'm sure that's short for something, but I didn't ask. I didn't give her my real name. It's a city, but a small one and we know a lot of people! We sat there for at least 3 hours just talking and telling each other about our lives... and drinking lots of wine. We really hit it off. At some point, we decided it was a good idea to go to her nearby condo and hang out, watch people off her balcony (overlooking a popular downtown square) and of course have some more wine!
An hour later, I found myself ensconced on a very cushy love seat on said balcony, no shoes, very tipsy, laughing my ass off. We were sitting side by side, but that was no surprise since it was a small area. What did surprise me was Cat suddenly taking my glass out of my hand and sitting it down, turning towards me and leaning in for a very deep, sensual, all tongue kiss. Startled, it took me a few seconds, but she tasted so good and her lips were so soft, I kissed her back. After several long seconds, she pulled back and studied my reaction. We smiled at each other.
Cat got up, taking both glasses and said she'd be right back. She walked into the kitchen and topped up our glasses. It gave me time to breathe. To think. 'Are we going to do this? Am I just mistaking this? What if I'm misreading this.' The thoughts ran wild in my head.
Cat retuned to the balcony and handed me my wine glass. I put it on the side table next to me. Cat took a big swig of hers. 'So where were we?' smiled Cat. 'Ah yes. I was about to kiss you. Again.' Again I froze. My heart almost stopped as she leaned in and kissed my lips. So soft, so tender, her tongue danced inside my mouth and her lips wandered around mine. Her hand cupped my cheek as we went. She released my face and sat back. Looking straight into my eyes. "Are you ok?' she asked? I managed a nod. 'More' is all I stuttered.
She slid off the lounge kneeling between my legs. I sat up. Her lips found mine once again. This time much firmer, but still silky soft. She kissed and our tongues danced to their own beat. Her hands found my breasts and softly squeezed then her hand slid up under my shirt taking my breasts out of my bra. Her fingers worked my nipples until they were hard as pebbles and aching. Softer than any man had ever touched. She made me crave her touch more and more with every passing second. Her kiss found its way to my neck then back to my mouth again. I wanted her so much.
She stopped, slid off my top and unfastened my lacy bra and let it fall to the floor. Cat stood and started to undo her dress button by button. Once undone, she let it fall off revealing a black set of suspenders, garter belt and matching bra and panty set. She looked good enough to eat.
I slipped off my skirt, embarrassed by the no panty thing. Cat didn't even notice as she laid me back on the sofa. She slowly started to kiss me, paying attention to every nook and crevice of my body, exploring me, finding new erogenous zones never before encountered with my husband of many years. Or any other man before him, to be honest.