Book Signing Pt 2
Terry and James cross the line from fantasy to reality.
Clutching his hand, Terry followed James toward the entrance to the lounge. Terry's thoughts ran wild as she considered the potential outcomes of their action but when she looked at James, he stared ahead. Terry could not tell if his demeanor indicated resignation, anticipation or determination...or maybe all three. James had often, broached the subject of seeing Terry with a strong "alpha-type" male on numerous intimate occasions but that was pillow-talk.
This was real.
Steve certainly fit that profile. Terry was suddenly conscious of her lack of panties. Although not the first time she had been in public without panties, Terry felt the excitement of the act of removing them in submission...and with the concurrence of her husband of 36 years. She felt the air against her moist lips as she walked.
Walked toward what?
Where would the evening go?
As the moments ticked by, Terry admitted to herself that her excitement was genuine and she felt some of the anxiety melting away, replaced by erotic anticipation.
Stepping into the dark din of the half-filled lounge, James stopped to look around in search of Steve. Terry sensed no hesitation from him though and her confidence began to increase that James was truly supportive of the wild course they had chosen.
As James looked to his left he saw Steve, seated in a dark, half-round booth. James stepped ahead with the intent of a man on a solemn task. Steve saw their approach and looked up with calm interest.
James approached the table and stood blankly for several seconds. Terry's heart raced, wondering if James was having second-thoughts. They could still turn and leave.
Releasing Terry's hand, James looked down at the table and extended his left hand toward Steve, palm-down. Steve showed a hint of a smile, looked Terry in the eyes, ignoring James, and extended his hand, palm open and up.
As Terry watched, James placed her white panties into Steve's hand. Terry could feel her large nipples reach forward involuntarily and tingle with excitement.
Steve kept his hand open, as if to exhibit the trophy and what it symbolized. He slowly, caressed the tiny garment between his thumb and forefinger.
"I am so pleased that we have an understanding," he said. "I seem to have a good sense of people in these situations, but I am not always correct," he said with the hint of a smile.
Steve stood and extended his hand to Terry and directed her to slide into the booth. He followed closely behind and kept her directly next to him. James stood awkwardly for a moment but then as the waitress arrived to take drink orders, he slid into the far side of the booth.
Terry needed to fortify herself for what might be ahead and she ordered a Margarita. Steve followed with a draft beer and James, mindlessly ordered a beer.
After the waitress left to fill their order, Steve said, "I sense that this is something that you have fantasized about but you have not acted upon the thought yet, am I correct?"
Steve looked first at James who simply nodded and Terry added, "In some intimate moments, James has brought up the subject but I never thought..."
Steve paused, considered his words and said, "It is not uncommon, I find." "Especially in cases where a man understands his inadequacies and wanting more for his wife, considers alternatives." "In a solid relationship it can be fulfilling to both parties."
"I developed an understanding of this type of situation somewhat late in life but it is fulfilling to help couples explore and experience," he said.
Pausing again, he added, "I have also been blessed with the talent and, shall I say, "resources" to provide what a couple seeks."
As Steve spoke, Terry felt his right hand, move to her thigh under the table and slide his fingers just under the hem of her short sundress. She reflexively placed her hand on his but stopped short of pushing him away. She was in a completely new situation and none of her past conditioning seemed to matter.
As Steve's hand began to slide the hem of her dress up, she kept her hand on his at first then lifted her hand away allowing him unfettered access.
As the waitress set their drinks in front of them, Steve, reached for his wallet, withdrew three twenty-dollar bills and said to the waitress, "Thank you, that is all we will need this evening."
Terry reached for her glass and began to feel herself embrace the barrage of sensations she was feeling. She remembered that James reassured his love for her and hearing Steve's words had calmed her.
As she took a sip of her drink, she began to enjoy and told herself to welcome what many women could only dream about. She looked at James and he seemed calm, accepting...even encouraging. If he noticed Steve's hand, he showed no sign of awareness or concern.
As they all sipped their drinks, Steve's hand continued to explore and the hem of her dress was up to her waist. He even reached across her lap to pull the right side up off her thigh as well.
Terry felt a rush of erotic response as she realized, she was completely exposed from her waist down in a public establishment and anyone could view her if they happened to have a view across the lounge at the correct angle. She took a big sip of her drink.
Looking at James, now, Steve said, "Your wife is stunning, I can sense her need for more than you can offer her."
James looked at Steve and nodded in agreement.
Steve continued, "Soon, we will go upstairs to my room where you will be allowed to watch her response to a lover who has the physical assets and sensual skills she needs."
James nodded slowly but approvingly.
Steve said, "I sense there are erotic thoughts and talents she wants to explore and tonight will be the beginning of a new phase in her sensuality."
Steve's fingers explored up the inside of Terry's left thigh and as his fingertips reached the trimmed hair of her pussy, a flood of warmth swept over her and she felt close to orgasm, right here in the lounge.
Steve abruptly withdrew his hand and slid to his left out of the booth. He extended his hand and Terry quickly pulled her dress down over her thighs, tried to steady her breathing and slid to her left. Steve smiled as she stood and he extended his left elbow to escort her out of the lounge.
James, now totally ignored, followed them awkwardly.
As they waited for the elevator, they looked like typical guests; a tall distinguished man with his wife and another non-descript male guest simply waiting for the same elevator.
As the doors opened, Steve eased Terry into the elevator, followed by two young couples. James hurried in behind.
Steve moved to the back of the elevator cab and pulled Terry in front of him, facing away. As everyone selected their floors, the doors closed and the elevator began to move upwards.
Terry could feel the warmth of Steve against her back. He placed his hands on her hips and eased her back against him. She could feel the firmness of his arousal and she reflexively, pressed back against him.
The elevator stopped twice and the other guests departed, finally leaving Steve, Terry and James alone. Steve leaned forward and his lips began to explore the smooth skin of her neck. Terry felt another flush as her body welcomed his advances but she could not bring herself to risk eye contact with her husband, standing just three feet away. Terry felt Steve's hand find the hem of her dress on her right hip and his hand moved beneath and below, first pulling her against him, with less subtlety now and then his fingers moved around and traced the triangular outline of the trimmed hair between her legs. Terry knew she was exposed as the dress was lifted, but she could not stop his advances, even if she wanted to. She tilted her head back against Steve's probing lips and closed her eyes as if that would erase the taboo of the situation she was in.
The elevator stopped and for a moment Terry panicked, knowing that if someone was waiting to board the elevator she would be exposed to them, like some wanton slut.
Her body craved the sensations now and she realized, she no longer cared about any appearances.
The doors opened onto an empty hallway and Steve eased her forward, took her hand and led her to the left down the long hallway. Steve stopped at his room and turned Terry to face him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her toward him, leaned down and kissed her, first gently then hungrily. Terry felt another warm flush between her legs as she reached up too meet his embrace, rocking on the toes of the stylish sandals, strapped to her ankles.
Steve eased away from her and felt in his pocket for the key card. He placed it over the lock, heard the soft click, twisted the handle and opened the door. Terry, now voluntarily stepped into his room.
The room had a large, single King-sized bed, the typical desk and chair and an armchair in the corner facing the TV. Steve stepped ahead of Terry, and as she looked up at him, he took her small purse and placed it on the desk. Steve pulled the desk chair away from the desk and rolled it back into the open space adjacent to the bed, against the wall. With no comment, he merely looked at James and with lowered eyes, James sat, facing them.
Steve walked past Terry and sat in the armchair, leaving Terry standing hesitantly. Again she felt the taboo of the situation as she stood in the hotel room of a man she had known only for a few hours, about to submit to whatever was ahead, with the full knowledge and view of her husband. How could she have known, when she idly window-shopped up the street this morning that she would be here?
