"So what exactly did you have in mind...or did your husband have in mind?"
Alexandria fiddled with her venti, worrying the paper sleeve around the tall paper cup. She had agreed to meet the "stranger" as she thought of him, at the Starbucks at Campbell and River. The sun was setting and the patio area was suffused with soft, warm light. Alexandria had been to the tanning salon that morning and her skin and russet hair fairly glowed. She had opted for a red-orange stretchy Victoria's Secret sundress/coverup that came to midthigh and was completely open in the back and fairly low-cut in front. She was wearing strappy sandals and nothing else.
"Oh, I don't think either of us have an "exactly" in mind...We have been together seven years and he is worried about the seven year itch...that we are going to get bored with our sex life as it is...so he, more than me, hatched this scheme to try to bring in a third party to liven things up..."
"Well, if it is really HIS scheme, then why are you even here? Why did you agree to meet me?"
"Well...in part to humor him, and to titillate him-he is about 8000 miles away right now, and going a little stir crazy where he is working-and in part...to satisfy my own curiosity, I guess."
"Curiosity about what, exactly?"
"MMM, I guess I wanted to see I felt any chemistry between us in real life...I enjoyed IMing with you, you were fun and flirtatious without being too crude and gross-a common blunder, I might add..."
"Well, do you? Do you feel that "warm thrill of confusion, that space cadet glow...'"
Alexandria giggled, "Ahh, a Floyd fan as well. Well, not yet, frankly."
"MMM. Because, I have to say, you WAY exceeded my expectations. That one photo you attached didn't begin to do you justice. So you just tell me what I would need to do or say to..." he reached over and lightly touched the top of her knee..."sample some of this..."
Afraid that he had overstepped, he quickly said, "Well tell me about your sex life now. I mean what do people do for seven years?" He said that last as though it were an unimaginable stretch of time, which at 27, it probably was.
"We both have enjoyed a rich, shared fantasy life. When we're apart, we will send each other links to Literotica stories that we like, for example. He has WAY more free time than I do, and he likes to spend it writing fantasy scenarios for me to enact...Also, when we are in bed, he loves me to tell him about...my past."
The stranger glanced around the patio area, and noting the proximity of other patrons, slid his chair alongside hers so that they could talk more privately.
"What do you mean, 'your past' were you a sex slave or something?" he asked with a grin.
Alexandria smiled, "well yes, I was actually, when I was very young. My neighbor would tie me up after school and use me as his own personal slave. He used those very words, in fact... 'you are my slave...bring me a coke...get on your knees...lick the head...' That kind of thing."
"Wow. That IS hot," the stranger said adjusting himself discretely under the table.
"And more recently," she continued, "Just before we met, I had a VERY full and varied sex life...and he likes to hear all about that, as well."
"Like what?"
"Well, for example, the day before we actually MET, in person, I had a golf date in the afternoon with this guy that I had met online...After 8 holes, we went out to his car and I blew him in the front seat. He fingered me to two orgasms...it was too cramped to fuck...That was the first and last time I saw the guy. Then, that night, I went out with a group of friends, met this random guy, a little younger than you, we went to Taco Bell...then he drove me back to my house..."
"Then what happened?"
"Well, he walked me to my door and I said 'thanks for the ride,' and he goes 'that's it? Not even a goodnight kiss?' So I gave him a kiss, and then his hands were on my ass, pulling me in so that his hard cock was jabbing me in the stomach..."
"Go on," the stranger said, his voice strained...
"I said, 'you'd better come in,' and once inside we locked lips again, him thrusting against my tummy. After a little of that, he placed his hand on top of my head to force me onto my knees, and with his other hand he snaked his cock out of his gym shorts. He was pretty brutal, just fucked my face, ramming himself deep down my throat, until the last second, then pulling out and spewing all over my face and throat. Like I say, he was young, and once was not enough...He really never even got soft. So I rolled a condom onto his cock and he forced me face first onto the coffee table, flipped my skirt up and plunged in..."
"Did he rip your panties off, or just push them to one side?" He asked in an urgent whisper.
"Oh, I'm almost always commando."
"Are you now?"
"Well, yeah." She replied with a very teenage "duh" intonation.
"Will you show me? Will show me now that you're commando?"
She looked at him appraisingly for a moment, shrugged then pushed her chair back from the table. In almost the same motion, she hiked her skirt up, and spread her legs wide, leaning back in her own chair. She only granted him a moment's flash, and then returned to a more normal seated posture, but left her chair so that it was facing his, her right elbow on the table.
It was enough. "You shave too," he whispered.
"Laser." She said matter of factly.
"So does your husband want you to resume your exploits and then tell him about them? Is that the general idea?"
"Well he THINKS he does. I suspect that he will find that it is not as great as he thought. Most fantasies are better left as fantasies."
"Well, but your past life...those weren't fantasies, were they, they actually happened, right?"
Alexandria gave her customary throaty chortle. "Oh, yeah, they happened alright!"
"Well doesn't part of you still want more of that, more of that wild and wanton...?"
"Well, not CONSCIOUSLY. Maybe a little bit. Maybe a small part of me would like that..."
"Like maybe just... your nipples? They have been poking out like crazy since you started telling me this...Or maybe your clit...is it erect now, too? Are you getting wet? Because I'm hard as a rock!"
"Maybe a little moist she admitted." She reached down and removed her sandals, then placed her left foot in his lap. "Well, we do some to have some turgidity in the house."
He began to caress her calf and foot which had the doubly satisfactory effect of rubbing her foot against his groin. Her skin felt delicious, and it was hard to guess which of the two of them were enjoying the contact more.
Alexandria shivered at his touch. Goosebumps immediately arose, prominent in the low light. Her nipples became bullets pressing hard against the fabric of her dress...The sodium vapor lights had come on as night descended, and the resultant dimness provided them with a slightly greater degree of privacy.
