Angela compensates for her sexually missed youth.
I have often wondered how it feels to have a night out on my own with the sole intention of flirting and being chatted up by a complete stranger. In my youth I was not very confident with boys and life drifted by without any sexual encounters. I did have needs though, and I often masturbated to relieve myself. Recently the curiosity of what I missed was now becoming more intense, I fantasise about it a great deal. I want to be flattered and flirt with younger guy's which I should have done some year's ago now.
I was a virgin when I married Alan and only a couple of year's ago the second man I slept with was with my husband's encouragement and blessing. I have been with many men since that very first time I cuckolded Alan. We take great care when selecting new partners, a few have girlfriends or wives and we know this, but it is not our concern.
It is incredibly hot, but Alan and I know before the date they will probably sleep with me. I yearn for a time when it will be spontaneous, I want the guy to flirt and laugh me into bed. I want him to work for my body and not to know I'm a sure thing as soon as we meet. I want to seduce and be seduced.
I have my husband's agreement to take this forward and for me to go out 'on the pull' one evening. Alan and I have discussed as many possible scenarios as best as we could to ensure my safety, but meeting strangers does come with a risk. I consider myself to be a good judge of character and trust my instincts, but I have to do this at least once or it will consume me.
Saturday night was probably the best choice to try as it is traditionally the busiest. Alan watched me as I dressed in my new outfit, tied my hair up to reveal the pretty white lace up sweetheart neckline top. I couldn't decide whether to wear a strapless bra with it or not, (the curse of a busty girl LOL) however, the bra just did not look right and that stayed on the bed where it dropped. I took time with my makeup and finished with a good spray of perfume. I didn't want to go too early either, I thought I would be very self conscious if it was quiet at the bar. Alan dropped me off, parked the car and said he would be around if I needed him. I was to text him of any developments.
I had real butterflies in my tummy, I took a deep breath and entered the bar. I have never drunk in a bar on my own, I was so nervous, where should I sit, where would I get noticed, if at all. how long should I wait at this bar before I move on and try somewhere else.
The place was indeed busy, I thought the best place to sit was up at the bar nearer to the end wall. There would always be people coming up for drinks. I climbed up on to a bar stool, my skirt rode up as I did, I shifted it back down and I tried to calm myself. I had only just sat there when a voice came from behind me.
"Can I get you a drink sweetheart?" a male voice boomed out.
My heart went crazy and as I turned my head I realised it was only the barman. I definitely needed to ease my nerves so I ordered a double gin and tonic.
I sat sipping my drink through a straw and surveying the bar. I couldn't be sure but I thought I saw Alan near the back where the lighting was dimmed.
I text him to check.
"Hi love, did I see you at the back?"
"Yes, I'm here, you look lovely tonight."
"Thank you, I love you."
"Love you too, have fun."
"I hope I can do this."
"I'm sure they will be lining up for you, and don't forget to text me."
A thumbs up confirmed that I would.
The bar was filling up with small and large groups, I felt a little desperate as a woman on my own, and definitely older than the average age in the bar. It had been about thirty minutes gone and I ordered another double.
A guy came up and stood next to me to order a beer, when he turned he accidentally knocked my knee. He was very apologetic and we chatted briefly before he said he had to meet his mates. I watched him make his way through the crowd and left through the front entrance.
I didn't expect it would happen that quickly to be fair, however, I did wonder if he had seen the wedding ring on my finger though. I had not planned for my ring, why hadn't I asked Alan, should it stay on or not, we do love each other. It is a different marriage for sure. I wondered if it would put guy's off chatting me up, or maybe it would present them with a challenge.
While I thought about it two guys came up to buy drinks, it was definitely the right place to get noticed. The guy ordering said hello, he smiled at me and all the while he was staring at my boobs. I looked directly at him, he definitely noticed me, my heart quickened before he looked away and chatted to another girl at the bar who was talking to his friend. I had made such a fool of myself, I was thinking perhaps this was indeed a bad idea.
I text Alan.
"I think I'm too old for this."
"Nonsense, that last guy was checking you out, smily emoji."
"Okay, we can give it a little longer."
I decided the wedding band could be too complicated so I tried to pull it off. It was tight, very tight, maybe my fingers were slightly swollen as it was warm in the bar. At that very moment, two quite young, fit, very good looking lads came up to the bar. I stopped and clasped my hands to cover the ring.
As they waited to be served one of them said 'hi' and we chatted, I cannot recall what about, his friend was buying the drinks.
"Jack's buying, can we buy you a drink?"
"Err, no it's okay."
"Please, you seem a little sad, are you waiting for a friend."
"You could say that," I replied with a laugh.
"That's better, now what are you drinking?"
"If you're sure, okay, I will have a gin and tonic please."
"That's better, see, you can smile, by the way I'm Josh," he said and we clinked glasses.
I thanked Jack as he moved over to talk to some others in their group, to my surprise Josh returned and we kept chatting. I asked the poor lad so many questions, mostly about him, to the point where he looked numb. I knew I should change tack and it was his turn to ask questions of me.
I was expecting the obvious to come first, but my married status was never mentioned. We chatted about all manner of things, food, drink, holidays. Josh is a great listener and I noticed he always kept eye contact. He was fun and funny, so much so, in a fit of laughter I knocked my handbag off the bar, everything came spilling out. I was annoyed with myself, its contents for all to see. there was makeup, keys, perume, deodorant, purse but more embarrassingly condoms.
Josh was very quick to help me gather it all up, I cringed as he handed me the condoms, but he made light of it to ease my shame.
"Always best to be prepared eh?"
"A girl never knows, does she," it was the only reply I could come back with quickly, one which I wondered if it could have been better.
We chatted some more until Josh said his friends were off to a nightclub and he asked if I would like to join them. I tried to stay calm and asked if he was sure I wouldn't be spoiling his evening. He assured me it was fine and he really wanted me to come along as we got on well. I was quite flattered that he asked me, so I said yes, but needed to text my friend as she may still meet me at the bar.
I text Alan with the details and he said he would follow on.
The four guys, the girlfriend of one, and I shared a taxi to the club where they were meeting some more friends.
We were inside the club when I received a text from Alan saying he couldn't gain access, an older guy on his own wasn't the right image, so the security wouldn't let him in despite his best efforts. I really was on my own now.
It turned out all the friends were getting off in their pairs, leaving Josh and I together.
"I think it's you and me then, err, sorry what is your name?"
"Angie," I said, as it sounds at least a little younger.
