Sex.
Three little letters that hold so much possibility! Have you ever thought about all the different forms this one small word can take? Everything from 2 people fucking missionary to large groups of various people sharing or even swapping partners. Anywhere and everywhere can be used. Anything and everything can be used. The combination of ways to have sex is mind boggling. Recently I've begun to think about the different ways and places I wanted sex, and boy, has my viewpoint expanded!! I used to think handcuffs, choking, and spanking me was enough, but due to recent events, I have found out this is not the case. As I mentioned earlier, I have always been sexually submissive, but now I wanted to find out just how submissive I was willing to be.
I pick up my phone and scroll through my contacts and 1 name in particular popped out to me. I sat and looked at the name for what seemed like hours. My stomach was doing flips and my brain was telling me this was a bad idea. The tingle that started to crawl down my back and the sudden heat building in between my thighs was telling me it was a very good idea. I'll let you guess which body part won out.
I hit the call button before I could change my mind. We've known each other for years, and the sexual chemistry between us had always been incredible. However, I also knew that you were in a very happy relationship. I was hoping to take advantage of the fact that you have a wandering eye. This couldn't end well, but I was biting the bullet anyway.
"Hello?" I hear you say.
"Hey! How are you?" I ask with a shake in my voice.
"Ummm, I'm doing good. How are you?" I can hear the hesitation in your voice because you have no idea why I was calling you out of the blue.
"I'm, well, I'm ok. I was wondering if we could maybe get together and talk about something?"
You don't say anything and I'm beginning to think you hung up on me.
"What did you want to talk about?" You ask and I'm relieved you were still there.
I think about my answer for a second. This isn't really something I wanted to talk about on the phone, and I knew that in person was definitely the better way to go.
"I don't really want to talk about it over the phone. Could we meet somewhere?" The shaking still in my voice and I'm sure you can hear it.
Again, I hear dead silence and I just know you're not going to agree to this. It's been years and we haven't always seen eye to eye, to put it mildly. Secretly I was hoping that the undeniable chemistry would mix with our tempestuous past and make this a life changing experience.
"Ok." You say and I can hear the sigh you let out. "When were you thinking?"
I look at my watch and notice my hand is shaking. I wasn't expecting you to agree without a fight.
"Well, how about in an hour? Maybe at that bar we used to go to?" I say.
"If you can make it 2 hours, you have a deal." You reply.
"I can make that work. I'll see you then!" I say and hang up before you can change your mind.
I set down the phone and try to get a grip on myself. I'm shaking and I can't seem to stop it. I run upstairs to my room and fling open my closet. I know I needed to find the perfect thing to wear for our meeting. I flip through my clothes for about 15 minutes to no avail. I'm too worked up to concentrate. I sit on the edge of my bed and take a deep breath. I close my eyes and an image of you pops into my head. My eyes fly open and I jump up. No! I don't have the time to sit and start thinking about you right now. You, just out of the shower, a towel wrapped around your waist. The water running down your body and catching the light coming through the window. "Dammit! Stop that!" I think to myself. I shake my head and go into the bathroom to splash cold water on my face. "Get it together!" I say to myself in the mirror. I go back into the bedroom and begin the process of finding the right outfit again.
I flip through some things in the very back and I see it. I remove the hanger from the rod and hold up the dress I forgot I had! I bought it for a work party a few years back and haven't worn it since. I bring it closer and hold it against my body. It's a dark emerald green velvet number. It is sleeveless and falls mid thigh. The front is cut in a deep V. It's not terribly dressy and I feel that it would work. I lay it on the bed and find a green bra and panty set that matched almost perfectly. I look at the clock and wish I hadn't wasted 30 minutes already basically doing nothing. I rush into the bathroom and turn on the shower. I let the water heat up and plug in my curling iron so it's ready when I'm done. I slip out of my jeans and t shirt and look in the mirror. I take the clip out of my hair and let it fall down my back. I reach behind me and unclasp my bra and drop it at my feet. Bringing my hands up to my breasts, I enjoy the feeling of the weight of them in my hands. I quickly pinch the nipples and again, force myself to stop! Jesus Christ I'm fucking horny. I slip my fingers into the waist of my panties and slide them down and step out of them. I rush to get into the shower so I can finish getting ready.
I shampoo and rinse my hair, and after working the conditioner in I grab my poof and add some body wash. I start to wash my arms and let the lather build up along the way. I begin to scrub my neck and down my shoulders. The soap running down my body. I bring the poof down to my breasts and it falls out of my hands. I run my soapy hands around each one and again reach my nipples. They are already hard so I pinch them again, a shock running up my spine. I release my nipples and slide my hands down over my stomach and lean against the shower wall. I close my eyes and, once again, an image of you enters. I think back to the showers we used to take together. My mind flashes to you on your knees in front of me, your tongue running across my clit while you fuck me with 2 fingers buried in my wet cunt. My hands on the back of your head pulling you further into me. I had a leg draped over your shoulder to give you as much access as you wanted. My own hand slides down to my clit and I know I can't stop myself. A slick finger starts to circle my hardened nub, much like your tongue used to. I normally would take my time fingering myself in the shower, but I don't have the time today. I quickly rub my clit and slam my fingers deep inside of myself. I'm already so wet and I cum almost in seconds. Not exactly what I wanted it to be but the minor temporary relief was welcome. I take a minute before standing back up and rinsing my hair. I shut off the water and grab my lotion. I smooth the lotion over every inch of my body and step out of the shower. I grab a towel and throw it around me and check the clock. Fuck! And hour down, an hour to go. I hope I can get out the door in time. Luckily, the bar is only about 5 minutes away.
I quickly dry my hair and put on my makeup. It's a humid night, so I don't wear much. I curl my hair and finish getting ready. I walk into the bedroom and slip into my panties and bra. I slip the dress over my head and look in the mirror. I had forgotten just how deep the V in this dress was and was somewhat shocked at the amount of cleavage showing. I run my hands along the dress to smooth it out and step back to get a better all together look. I turn around and look at the back. It covered my back, I guess to make up for the amount of boob I was showing. I think about it for a minute and decide to do something crazy. I reach up and decide to remove the panties. I throw them aside and take one last look. Satisfied I grab some shoes and throw them on. Matching 5 inch velvet heels. Luckily, with a fresh tan on my skin, I can do without stockings, which would have been way too hot on an evening like this. I sit on the edge of my bed once again and lie back. "What am I doing?" I think. I'm about to ask a happily involved man from my past if he was willing to fuck me and make me his slut? Was I actually going to do this? Was I losing my mind? I don't know what's gotten into me, but I sure as hell know what I want to get into me. I stand up and check the clock, 45 minutes to go!
"Fuck this!" I say out loud and grab my car keys. I may as well hit the bar early and find a good table, right? Sounded like a great reason when in all actuality it's because I'm going to need a drink or two in my to not talk myself out of this. I hop in my car and make my way to the bar. It's a Thursday night, but the place was rather crowded by the look of the parking lot. I pull in and park my car, remove the keys and sit for a minute. I take a deep breath as I open the door and exhale as I step out of my car. A light breeze fills the air and hits the bare flesh of my arms. I was so wrapped up in getting ready that I forgot to grab a jacket to put over the dress. I look down at myself and see my hard nipples poking through the material. I cross my arms and walk into the bar before I lose my nerve.
I open the door and make my way through the small hallway leading to the bar itself. As I turn the corner, I see the crowd of people and realize it's busier than I thought it was. I dropped my arms as I walked in without realizing it and for a minute I didn't understand all the looks I was getting from people. I made my way further into the place and found a recently vacated booth in the back. The waitress was still cleaning it as I sat down. She smiled and asked me if I'd like to order anything. I think for a minute and decided on a mango martini and a glass of scotch. She walks away to get the drinks and I look around. It's been awhile since I've been here and the crowd is totally new to me. It's a younger crowd than I remember, but I was also younger when we used to come here. I nervously look at my watch and see that it's 8:35. The waitress returned with the drinks and places them in front of me. I thank her and she walks off. I push the scotch to the opposite side of the table and leave it for you. I take a sip of my martini and welcome the alcohol warmth. Without thinking about it, my second sip empties the glass. I laugh when I notice. I flag down the waitress and order another. I start laughing again when I see her returning with 2 of them in her hands. "From the looks of it, you might need the backup" she says with a small chuckle. I laugh and thank her and she vanished again. I dig through my purse and find a mirror so I could check to make sure my makeup hasn't started to smear. I am satisfied and replace it in my purse.
