Randy settled in at the short end of the bar and ordered a good Irish whiskey. He liked sitting where he could see the whole room. Randy didn't want to miss out on any hot women who may be looking for fun.
He casually scanned the busy hotel bar as the bartender poured his two fingers of Black Barrel neat. His eyes caught her smooth, tone legs at a nearby table almost immediately.
Randy followed those luscious legs with his eyes to where they disappeared into the short green dress. His eyes continued up to take in the body encased in the jade green fabric. His eyes paused at the medium sized tits that were obviously braless. The nipples, even from that distance were obvious. As was the creamy cleavage just above them in the low cut dress.
Pulling his gaze up her chest to her slender neck, highlighted by a tendril of strawberry blonde hair and a long dangling earring on each side.
Looking higher, above a dainty chin he saw a bright red set of kissable, even fuckable lips. Above her sexy mouth he saw a cute little nose and high cheekbones with a smattering of freckles. Then her eyes, as green as her dress, not quite hidden by the ginger bangs, looking straight back into his!
And suddenly the beautiful face was breaking into the most adorable, yet sexy smile. The woman coyly bit her lower lip and her eyes dropped to her legs. When his eyes followed hers she pulled off a perfect Sharon Stone impression, uncrossing and recrossing her legs, and flashing him her bare, bald pussy in the process.
Randy smiled and looked up at her face again, the steamy, almost hopeful look he got prompted him to slide off his stool, drink in hand and make a beeline for her table. He noticed that smile growing as her eyes went to the slightest signs of his already growing hardon.
"Hello, I'm Joe." He lied. "Would you like some company?"
"Lisa." She also lied. "I would love some company." She said happily in a sweet, lilting voice. She offered her hand as Randy/Joe took a seat next to her, taking note of the pile of hair bunched haphazardly on top of her head.
He took the preferred hand, and held it as he leaned in closer to her and said, "I couldn't help but notice that you seem to have forgotten to wear any underwear under your incredibly sexy dress."
"Lisa" smiled and stroked his strong hand with her thumb as she replied, "Oh honey, I didn't FORGET anything!"
"Really? So you purposely came out tonight to show off your beautiful pussy?" He asked.
"Well, I hardly think you could tell if it's beautiful from way over there at the bar, but yes, I love showing off my pussy, It excites me."
"Well, it excites me too. And really, all pussy is beautiful in it's own way, especially excited ones. So if you don't mind me asking, is your pussy wet right now?"
"Joe, I think you know by now that I don't mind you asking. And yes, my pussy is very wet right now."
He placed his other hand over hers and growled in his throat, before replying in a husky voice, "God, the thought of you being wet right now makes my mouth water."
She looked down at the wedding band on his left hand before asking "Really?" Lisa asked with a quivering voice. "So does that mean you like to eat pussy?"
"No," Joe corrected her, "It means that I LOVE eating pussy! Making a beautiful woman cum in my face is one of my all time favorite things to do." He told her with a huge smile.
"I like the sound of that!" She practically whispered. "What are some of your other favorite things to do?"
"Well, I love to fuck a pussy I've just eaten, of course. And I am a big fan of fucking a pretty mouth too." He replied, bringing his hand to cup the side of her face, and run his thumb gently over her lips, her tongue coming out just enough to lick it, and send a strong message that she loved that idea too.
"I see." She replied quietly, as her free hand dropped below the table. "Just so you know, my pussy is gushing now." He took notice of the movement of her arm, telling him she was touching herself, right there in the busy bar.
"Really? I would love a taste." Joe told her quietly.
She smiled and brought her hand to his face. In the dim light of the bar he noticed the middle finger shining with moisture, and the ring on the next finger glinting too.
He opened his mouth enough to take in the tasty digit.
Growling again, he looked back into her eyes to convey his pleasure with her taste, and his desire for more. When he had the finger sucked clean she pulled it back from his mouth and placed it over his. "You are delicious Lisa, I would love to taste you from the source." He told her.
They were both breathing heavier now as she leaned in, resting her boobs on the table and whispered, "So why are we still sitting here?"
"Well that is a great question." He replied. "Maybe we should at least finish our overpriced drinks, let the anticipation build?" He leaned back and picked up his whiskey, taking a sip and savoring it before swallowing.
"Ooh, I have always loved anticipation." She cooed and raised her wine glass to her mouth. He watched her lips intently as she took two good sips from the glass, then he looked at her wedding ring, she noticed the look.
When she put her glass back down, she felt compelled to ask him, "So, my wedding ring doesn't bother you?" She looked down at her hand, then over to his.
"Should it?" He asked. "It doesn't seem to be a problem for you. And I have one on too, does it matter?" He placed his hand, with the ring, over hers,
She shifted nervously in her seat and said breathlessly, "No, no I guess not. Right now I just want you."
He picked up his whiskey again and told her, "Well we better drink up then, I can't wait much more." He took another sip of his drink and flagged down the waitress, pointing to both of their glasses and asking for both tabs.
By the time the waitress came to the table Lisa had downed the rest of her wine, and was gathering up her purse, obviously eager to leave. Anticipation be damned.
The waitress smiled knowingly at the two, having been a witness to the rather quick connection, and at least some of the sexy antics that had already occurred. She was a little damp herself, knowing what was happening, and imagining what would happen when these two were alone.
Joe smiled back at her, confident that she was aroused too by the events unfolding. He had to wonder if she wished she was involved. But his slight distraction ended when Lisa stood and smoothed out her form fitting dress with both hands.
He gave the girl a nice tip and a wink before rising and offering Lisa his arm. As she took it, moving close and pushing her breast against his arm, she told him, "So, I have a suite upstairs."
Glancing at the waitress one last time, Joe saw her blush at Lisa's obvious lack of shame or propriety.
