Part 1
"Wait Mike, I think this is it," I said, stopping in front of a nondescript building and glancing back at the address on my phone after noticing the line of people waiting at the door.
There was a sign on the front of the building advertising a law office, but I guessed it was meant to be intentionally misleading, fitting with the speakeasy theme of the bar we were looking for.
My husband backtracked and took a closer look.
"Yeah, I guess you're right. Okay, I'll text Ben and let him know we're here."
While Mike tapped out a text to his coworker, I looked around, people watching as we waited in line.
Then, I noticed a tall, cute guy around our age smiling as he approached us.
"Yo," he said, joining us in line and giving Mike's shoulder a playful punch.
"Oh, hey!" Mike said, clicking off his phone and putting it in his pocket before clasping hands with the guy who must've been Ben and embracing him in a "bro hug." "Is this the right place?"
"Yeah, this is it! Sorry, I meant to get here a little early to get a head start in line, but it took me a minute to find parking."
"No worries," Mike said. Then he turned to me and introduced me to his coworker. "This is my wife, Ally."
"Hey Ally, really nice to meet you," Ben said, focusing his big, warm smile on me before pulling me into a hug.
He was a full head taller than I was, and the way he had to lean down to wrap me in a hug made me tingle even before I noticed his broad, hard chest and muscular back, or felt his powerful arms around me.
"I've heard a lot of great things," he added as he pulled back, snapping me out of my daze.
I looked at Mike, tilting my head curiously and wondering what he would've told his coworker about me. Unless Ben was just being polite.
Either way, I decided not to push it and just said, "Nice to meet you, too," smiling back.
As we waited in line, the two guys caught up on their work schedules for the weekend.
Their company was hosting a convention in town, which was the reason for our trip. I'd tagged along since I'd never been to the city before, and Mike and I planned to do some sightseeing around his shifts at the convention.
I tried to be discreet as I continued checking Ben out while they talked a little about some drama that was happening on their team, which I'd only been halfway listening to when Mike had told me about it earlier. His hair was slightly shaggy and light brown. His eyes looked hazel, though it was hard to tell at night. When the streetlights and lights from the surrounding buildings caught him at different angles, I noticed flecks of green and bronze.
Mike and I had each had a couple of drinks at dinner, so I was already feeling flirty. As the line progressed and the guys faced ahead, I quickly adjusted my shirt and bra, pushing my boobs up to create as much cleavage as possible.
The wait was shorter than I would have guessed. After just about a five-minute wait, we reached the front. The bouncer let us through the door, and we immediately came to a dimly lit staircase leading down to a noisy underground bar. It was pretty packed and loud, voices competing with music from a live band at one end of the long, fairly narrow space.
We made our way to the bar and ordered drinks. There wasn't much hope of getting a table, so we found a small space to huddle and shout to each other over the noise.
"So, what do you think of San Diego so far?" Ben asked me.
"It's great!" I gushed, feeling the warmth from the first few sips of my tequila cocktail. "I wasn't expecting it to feel so tropical."
"Yeah, it gets pretty humid," he answered, smiling and taking a sip of his beer.
His gaze appeared to linger on my cleavage for an extra moment, but then he looked away and I wondered if I'd imagined it.
"This place is really fun," I said, gesturing around the 1920s style speakeasy.
My outstretched hand almost bumped into a few members of a bachelorette party who squeezed past us then, on their way to the bathrooms.
"Clearly everyone in town agrees with you," Mike said, his eyes lingering on the bachelorettes.
"Sorry about the crowd. I guess it's become quite a tourist trap," Ben answered.
"I like it," I said, wanting to keep things positive. "The music is fun, and my drink is delicious."
"Yeah, they're kind of known for their cocktails. Which one did you get?" Ben asked, gesturing to my glass.
"I think it was called 'Sweet But Not Too Sweet,'" I answered, shrugging. "I generally look for anything with tequila."
"Solid choice," he said, smiling. "There's actually a great tequila bar around the corner from here that we could check out too, if that's your drink. They have just about any variety of tequila, agave, or mezcal that you could ever imagine."
"Uh oh," Mike teased, smirking at me as he took another sip of his whiskey.
"Sounds like trouble for me," I said, heat rising in my cheeks already.
"Oh, yeah?" Ben asked, a twinkle of intrigue in his eyes.
I was definitely feeling the effects already, and a temptation to flirt some more. But my attraction to Ben might've been more to blame than the tequila.
"I can get a little wild if I drink too much tequila. More so than any other liquor, for some reason."
"Okay, well, I guess it depends on how wild you want to get tonight," Ben said, smirking.
I wasn't sure if he'd intended for that to sound as flirty as it did, but I laughed to brush it off for Mike's benefit as my pussy throbbed.
Then I felt Ben's hand on my elbow, pulling me closer to him. I had a momentary panic, thinking he was going to kiss me or something. But I followed his gaze behind me and noticed that he was just guiding me out of the way as someone else pushed past us on their way to the bathrooms. It was innocent enough of a gesture, but in my horny state, it sent an involuntary shiver racing up my spine.
The look in Ben's eyes and the way he smiled at me let me know that he'd noticed.
"Is the tequila bar a little quieter than this one?" Mike asked, seeming oblivious to the interaction.
"Yeah, from what I remember, it's pretty chill," Ben answered.
"Let's go then. I'll close out our tab."
With that, Mike walked off through the crowd towards the bar.
I felt a palpable tension once Ben and I were "alone" together in the crowd.
"Do you have a favorite tequila?" he asked, either oblivious to the tension or ignoring it.
"Not really," I answered, swallowing and shaking my head, trying to shake myself out of it. "I'm not a connoisseur. It's just the only liquor I can stand to taste."
"Fair enough," he chuckled.
A somewhat awkward silence followed before Ben continued, maybe talking himself into saying more.
"The wild side is just a pleasant side effect, then?"
"Yeah, it always seems to cause a good time."
"Nothing wrong with that," Ben said. Then he winked at me as he took another drink of his beer.
I smiled back, blushing, and hoping the dim lighting was hiding my reaction.
Once Mike returned, we made our way back up the stairs and out of the secret door, where there was still a long line of people waiting to get in. Ben led us toward the next bar, and we weaved our way down the crowded sidewalk.
Luckily, the tequila bar was just around the corner, as promised.
"Here we are!" Ben said, gesturing for Mike and me to go in ahead of him.
Mike led the way. As Ben followed me in, he rested a hand on the small of my back, causing another tingle to race up my spine and a throbbing sensation between my legs.
It was such a casual touch, but it turned me on so much to know he was doing it literally behind my husband's back.
As we stopped at the host station, I leaned back into Ben's hand to see if I could get him to "accidentally" touch my ass. But as the host showed us to a high-top table near the bar, he moved his hand away so that we could all take our seats.
It was a small table, and all our knees bumped together as we sat on the stools. Mike and I sat next to each other, with Ben on his other side, across from me. We took our time looking at the menu, and the server made some recommendations to get us started.
"We offer a tasting flight, with samples of any three liquors on the menu," she shared.
"Good thing I have you to carry me back to the hotel," I joked, squeezing Mike's arm.
I caught Ben watching the interaction in my peripheral vision.
"Wouldn't be the first time," Mike teased.
We decided to each get a tasting flight and made our selections. When our drinks arrived, I tried to take it slow, alternating sips of water with the alcohol. Still, I could feel it affecting me as we continued chatting and drinking.
My skin felt tingly and sensitive. I leaned forward over the tabletop so that my breasts rested atop my forearm, creating a display of cleavage. Then I started lightly stroking my arm with my fingertips, tickling myself and brushing over my nipple through my top with the side of my thumb. I was doing it because it felt good, but I also glanced at Ben every few moments, hoping to catch him looking.
After a bit, the tequila convinced me to take it up another notch. I spread my legs open under the table, causing my mid-thigh length skirt to ride up. I made a show of adjusting my position on the stool, scooting in and spreading my legs further, then bumping Ben's knee with mine.
"Oh, sorry," I said, leaning back to look under the table and make sure it was in fact his knee I had bumped. I kinda hoped that would be a hint for him to look down too, and perhaps catch a glimpse up my skirt.
"No worries," Ben said, not letting it interrupt the flow of conversation.
But then, rather than moving my knee back away, I leaned in, brushing my leg against his.
