I was setting at the bar of a local dance club that catered to an older more mature crowd enjoying the music and watching the people have a good time. Thursday was salsa night so the music and the crowd had more of a Latin flavor which was fine with me even though I usually prefer old school R&B music.
I had finished two beers and had just switched to bourbon when I saw her in the mirror behind the bar. I was mesmerized by her as she strutted in swaying her hips from side to side. I could feel a twitch in my pants as I took in the finer details of this incredible sexy woman.
She looked to be about five foot six inches tall and had a full figure, curvy but not fat, what I like to call voluptuous. She had full breasts the size of melons. Her hair was long, black, and gleaming, and her eyes were a stormy blue with long black lashes. Her body screamed come-and-get-me, although what really got my attention was her well-coordinated outfit showing off that heavenly body.
She wore a tight white silk blouse that was almost see-through, it showed off a skimpy black lace bra underneath and it was unbuttoned just enough to reveal some very impressive cleavage. The blouse was tucked into a very short black satin mini skirt, a tight skirt which she kept pulling down. Her shapely dark stocking clad legs traveled up from her black heels, past the hem of her skirt and did not seem to ever end although I would love to crawl up between those legs and find that out for myself. She was wearing dark red lipstick and jewelry that was a little over the top, what some might call slutty but I like slutty, especially on her.
I was trying to be subtle and not stare while at the same time taking in the as much of her as I could through the corner of my eye. As she got to the bar, she pulled herself up to the bar and crossed her legs. I tried not to gawk, but she was definitely giving me a great flash of her stocking tops.
There is something ultra-sexy about a plush wanton woman that has the confidence to be so sexual. Confidence is what really, really makes a woman attractive and really attracts me to them. This woman was pushing all my buttons including some I didn't even know I had. As I took in the full view I muttered "Holy shit, she is hot!" under my breath, but my cock was way ahead of my head, forcing me to adjust my position on the bar stool.
She ordered a drink, an Amaretto on the rocks and sat there sipping her drink through the tiny cocktail straw. She turned around on her bar stool and began surveying the crowd seemingly oblivious to the fact that I was even there. She checked out every corner of the bar as if she was looking for someone in particular either that or she was looking for someone more "her type". I started looking around as well resigned to fact I needed to come with a plan "B" something I was quite familiar with.
She then turned back facing the bar concentrating on her drink. She sucked an ice cube from her glass, retrieved it with her fingers, and then slowly ran it across her lips, the icy water reddening her mouth and making her lips glisten. She rubbed her lips gently and then turned her head looking directly at me and gave me a wink. I nearly fell off my barstool.
She then slid over onto the bar stool next to me. She smiled and said "Hi I'm Brenda, what's your name?"
"Jim," I said in an unsteady voice, and I offered her my hand. She took it, and held it a bit longer than necessary. "You have big hands," She said in a low sultry voice "You know what that means? You must be a very big boy."
I set there speechless for a moment dumbfounded looking like a deer caught in the headlights of an on-coming car. I pulled myself together and tried to act cool "Yes well I have never had any complaints," I replied.
I took a moment to drink in this incredible woman before me. I breathed in the scent of her unusual perfume a fresh, but slightly spicy fragrance, which had an intoxicating effect on my senses.
I made my usual awkward attempt at small talk, something I've never been very good at. I then noticed she had on a wedding ring which I commented on and smiled.
At first she ignored my comment and tried to change the subject. Finally she said "Ok fine, I am doing this because my husband put me up to it. He has some strange fantasy about seeing me with another man so I was trying to give him what he wants."
I smiled and said "Don't be embarrassed I am familiar with that particular fantasy. I fantasize about that sort of thing myself sometimes."
"Thank God," She said, "I hope you aren't too upset over my little deception."
"No not at all. Actually I am flattered that you picked me to hit on." I responded.
She explained that she already had had two drinks to get up the courage to approach me and that she was normally a shy person and would never do something like this.
She indicated her husband was over in corner by the dance floor watching us. I glanced at him through the mirror in the bar. He was setting at a small table on a bar stool trying to look inconspicuous but his fixation on us and our every move was pretty obvious. I took a second glance when he looked away just to see what I might be getting into. He didn't seem very threatening like the type that would try to beat me up or do something crazy.
I turned to her, "Listen if you want go ahead and keep playing the game I have no problem with that. I will play along and respond however you want me to, who knows, it could be fun."
"You don't mind?" She asked.
"No" I replied, "It could be like playing a part in a movie or some hot romance novel or a soap opera. You choreograph it however you want, show him that you can pick up a strange man in a bar and prove that other men still find you attractive and sexy. Make him jealous, play with his head. You can take it as far as you want and stop it whenever you want, you're in control. I'll just play along."
"And you are OK with that?" she asked.
"Sure" I said. "Why not, I don't have anything else to do tonight."
"Oh I like the way you think sweetie. I have a feeling this going to be a fun evening." She exclaimed.
"I love my husband but I do enjoy messing with his mind, especially when he comes up with stuff like this." After a short thoughtful pause she said. "OK fine, let's do this. I promise I will make it worth your time. If you are good boy and do a convincing job I will reward you in all the right ways and I'll give you an even better reward if you're a bad boy."
I laughed, "Well just tell me what you want and I will try and put on a good show."
We continued making small talk, trading small bits of information about our personal lives, talking about things we like or things we did when we were younger making it a point to touch and feel each other up on occasion to put on a good show. We finished up another drink and were getting pretty loose and comfortable with each other. It was clearly becoming less acting and more and more like the real thing.
Every now and then she would lean in towards me to tell me some naughty little thing designed to tease me and put on a show for our audience across the room. The great thing was that it also placed me in a perfect position to look down her blouse. I found myself transfixed by the area where her cleavage parted, and then curved into two tantalizingly pert, but full rounded breasts. I was trying hard to resist the overwhelming urge to grab and fondle them.
