I was about 26, married about 3 years. I had just taken a job in another city where my wife would sometimes join me for a week at a time. The rest of the time she stayed at home and I'd return home from Friday until Tuesday morning. One of the weeks my wife was not there, a bunch of us got together after work in a nearby tavern, as often happened. Out of the blue, one of the women I worked with came and sat on my lap. I didn't know her that well. She was new and we just hadn't had much of a chance to talk. She wanted me to dance with her.
"Just relax and don't worry what other people think. Dancing is just a socially acceptable way of making out and feeling up a member of the opposite sex," she said, trying to shock me.
"I wouldn't mind making out with you, or feeling you up" I responded. "I just would be really uncomfortable doing it on the dance floor.
"Why don't we just do it right here?" I replied trying to equally shock her. She avoided my question.
We talked for a while longer and she could feel my growing erection. "Well I see you are enjoying my sitting on your lap" she said, "and that answers one of my questions."
"What was the question?" I queried.
"I wondered if you were asexual," she replied.
"To the contrary I find you both very attractive and stimulating, as my growing erection proved."
"It did, it did, and thanks for the compliments, verbal and tactile."
"My pleasure, as you have already observed. What other questions did you have?"
She was a very direct and inquisitive questioner, as if she had very little social filter, or so it seemed.
She was hot and she knew it. She was a wearing a dark red semi-transparent blouse, Her modest white bra quite visible, enclosing what I estimated were some pretty nice 36 C cup breasts. Her tight black wool skirt clung to her ass that was round and high. Her waist was incredibly narrow, which emphasized the size of both her ass and breasts. She had teased, very blond hair, which was a style of some more citified people of the day (mid 70s). But I was more the country bumpkin, hippie type with my longer wavy hair and beard. I later found out she was Polish and had grown up in Chicago, which explained her more sophisticated style of clothing and hair style.
As she sat there on my lap, I only wished that she was a little more of the mother earth type, so that she might have been braless. As she talked to me though, I thought that I could see her nipples rising up in her bra. I put my hand on her ass and rubbed it gently.
My initial impression was that she probably had guys falling all over her all her life. Contrary to the popular prejudices about blondes being dumb, I've always found them kind of intimidating. But that probably says more about me than blondes. I was kind of amazed that she was focusing on me, I was not the only guy there, and there were a lot of guys more handsome than me. She clearly was trying to seduce me, I think she took it as a challenge.
"How often do you have sex? And do you have any lovers other than your wife" she quickly responded without a pause.
"You don't pull any punches do you?"
"Should I, or are you just stalling before you answer?"
This was getting interesting real quickly. "I have sex about once a day, on average when we are together."
"Do you really have sex that often, or are you just trying to impress me?"
"Why would I want to impress you?"
"Don't you want to get into my pants?"
Her questions kept coming. This was definitely getting interesting. I suddenly realized this conversation was going way farther than the typical conversation with a work mate of the opposite sex. I wondered if I was comfortable with where this conversation was going. I didn't wonder that long though. What the hell. A little talk never hurt.
"Of course I'd like to get in your pants, but I wouldn't have to lie to you about how often I have sex to do that."
"Are you that sure of yourself, or do you just realize how horny I am?"
"Sorry. I've just found in life it is always easier to tell the truth. That way I don't have to remember alternate versions of the truth."
That seemed to silence her for a few seconds. "What did you mean by 'on average?' " she next asked.
"Well, sometimes we miss if we are busy or one of us is tired, but sometimes we have a double header."
"Wow" she said, "I never would have guessed.
"I suppose I should be offended by that remark, but I won't be. Now it's time for me to ask a few questions," I said.
"Ask me whatever you want. You've been good about answering my questions."
"How many lovers did you have before you got married?"
"I was a virgin, as hard as that may be to believe."
"That's not hard to believe. Should I find it hard to believe?"
"Well, it is just that growing up in the sixties I felt like I was the only virgin left."
"Did that bother you?"
"It did. I felt like everybody else was having a party that I hadn't been invited to."
"So why didn't you at least tell your husband you wanted to have sex before you got married?"
"I was afraid he'd not only refuse, but leave me too."
"Wow, pretty strong Catholic guilt."
"How did you know?"
"Hey, it's my turn to ask the questions, remember."
"Good, go ahead."
"When was your last threesome?"
"I've never had a threesome. Boy did I ever misjudge you" she said.
