**No Speaking**
The upscale bar was known for their magnificent staff, but certainly the bartenders were the most noteworthy. They not only were known for perfectly making all the classic drinks you would normally find at a bar, from the very popular to the very obscure, they also create some of the most unique and interesting drinks, catering to almost everyone’s taste. They will even match their customers with the drink that best suites them, surprising even the most finicky of patrons.
It was our favorite bar to have a nice quiet drink together at the end of the day before heading off home for dinner and a little dessert. But tonight was a little different. Tonight…we were inviting a third to the party.
We sat on opposite sides of the room.
I was seated in a small lowly lit lounge area, the large rounded sofa covered in softest dark brown tufted leather and surrounded by a thick mahogany frame filled most of the space. A small matching mahogany was seated in front of me and was decorated with a large textured old gold bowl containing a candle with the scent of warm spices, tobacco, leather, and wood.
He was sitting in an armchair of the same style with a mahogany side table on either side, holding smaller versions of the candle in front of me on both tables. Dark brown brick walls and industrial recessed lighting throughout the bar gave the traditional looking bar a modern twist. A very comfortable and relaxing space considering the upscale nature of it.
Our drinks were quickly brought to us; his usual bourbon and me a fine Sauvignon Blanc brought out in a beautifully crafted wine glass perfect for white wine. Picking up the stem of the crystal, I slowly swirled the wine and held it up to my nose, smelling the crisp and fresh scent before bringing the glass up to my lips and moaned at the delicious taste, reminding myself to search for this one next time we had a dinner party.
Not too far away, a table full of women were chatting lively about their workday with a little office gossip sprinkled in for good measure, martini glasses of varying colors sitting in front of all of them. The one sitting with her back to him giggled, throwing her head back as a loose strand of silky brown curls fell freely from her messy bun, delicately caressing her cheek. Pouty mauve lips curled into a cheeky smile as she picked up her glass and brought the rim to her lips, slowly savoring the delicious drink as one of her french-tipped fingers tapped softly on the tall mahogany bar table to the jazzy sounds of the in-house band.
My eyes gradually trailed down to her neck; a simple gold rope necklace dangling between her slightly open white silk blouse and also showing a healthy amount of smooth tanned skin and ample cleavage. A tight grey pencil skirt covered most of her gorgeous legs, but the peek I was afforded had me taking a drink to quench the slight dryness in my throat. Black kitten heels completed the modest yet incredibly sexy look.
Definitely my type and one I would love to slowly savor even more than this twenty dollar glass of Sauvignon Blanc.
I turned my head back to him, his eyebrow raised and lips curved in that smirk that drove me wild. He knew I found her and I could tell by the look in his eyes that he approved of my choice.
Taking another small sip of my wine, I moved down to open my clutch and pulled out the small sheet of notepaper and pen from the hotel room stationary set. We always had a hotel room ready for nights like this, having a neutral space where everyone felt comfortable and no one was infringing on any personal space or privacy. Plus, there was something incredibly sexy and risque about being able to fuck a complete stranger in a ridiculously expensive penthouse suite.
I bent down to the table to write the small invitation, my shimmering rose gold mini dress tightening around my breasts, and granted me a quick lick of his lips as he stared down at them. These night were for me, letting me have a small taste of the women I still craved despite being in a very committed relationship, but it was still good to know this still turned him on just as much as it turned me on.
*I hope you enjoyed your evening and enjoyed the drink. If you’re interested in exploring all of your deepest and* *darkest fantasies with us, then go to the address below and ask for room #1525.*
*Hope to see you very soon, honey.*
*~S.A.*
*P.S. Don’t take your hair down. I intend to mess it up myself.*
Ringing the antique service bell that was on the divider wall next to me, I was able to flag one of the waiters and a man in roughly his late twenties-thirties walked over me. He was dressed in the standard uniform of a simple dress shirt with a black tie and vest complementing the shirt nicely. Simple black slacks and polished black leather shoes finished off the uniform. His black hair was a perfectly coiffed tapered style, classic style that matched perfectly with the classic uniform, but was given a bit of edge with the tousled effect he created with just a touch of pomade and his hands.
“Is there anything I can get you ma’am?”
“Yes, could I please get a martini for the women at that table?” I quickly pointed to the women who was completely unaware to what was transpiring, thankfully to one of the other women at the table telling what must’ve been a pretty juicy bit of gossip, seeing as how everyone was intently looking at her.
“Of course ma’m, I will have it out right away. Will that be cash, charge or should I put it on your tab?”
I pulled a crisp fifty dollar bill out of my clutch and handed it to him along with the small piece of white paper. “Keep the change and also, if you don’t mind delivering that note to her with the drink, that would be great.”
“Of course ma’m, thank you very kindly for the tip. I will have this over to her very shortly.”
“Thank you,” I smiled as the waiter left and my head turned back to him, his hand bringing the glass of bourbon up to his lips, never taking his sultry eyes off of me. That simple action triggered a brief memory of our first night, making me uncross and cross my bare legs as I see him moving to discreetly adjust the protruding bulge in his tailored dress pants.
How I wanted to cross the room and get down on my knees in front of him, pulling out his hard cock and slowly lick and suck him right there, his hand pulling my hair and controlling my every movement, not in any way caring what anyone else thought.
I looked back at the women as she innocently bent down to grab her bag, giving me a perfect view of her white lace bra and more of that delicious cleavage I couldn’t wait to devour. My thoughts floated to what she would sound like when we finally let her cum. Would she try to stay quiet for the sake of the other hotel guests…or would she let her voice carry, moaning and screaming at all the dirty things we had planned for her.
And what would she taste like when I finally tasted her? Or would we both partake in enjoying each other? Fuck…I wanted to see her ride him, hips rolling, those beautiful breasts and toned ass bouncing, hair cascading down that beautiful naked back as her head falls backwards, showing off her delectable neck just waiting to be kissed and sucked.
My eyes moved to his, breathing ragged and noticeably squirming. I bit my lip, the signal that it was time to leave. With or without her, I was going to get fucked. But, I did hope it was with her.
As we both stood up from our chairs, setting money down for our respective drinks and a little extra for tip, we see the same waiter bringing the martini glass to the table. The women looked up at him, big brown eyes wide as she thanked him for bringing the drink. She eyed the note and unfolded the piece of paper, reading it to herself, a small blush staining her plump cheeks the more she read which stirred something deep inside of me and down to my already soaked panties. I forced myself not to approach her and let the situation take it’s course, reminding myself that patience is a virtue. She would be well worth the wait.
I licked my lips slightly and started to walk out of the bar, rockstud heels clicking on the dark wooden floors, and that’s when I felt his hand slip around my waist with a teasing kiss to the hollow area where my ear met my jaw, causing me to shiver slightly. We looked back at the table and saw the women staring at us, the sweet blush still on her cheek, those gorgeous ample breasts rising and falling with every hastened breath as she squirmed in her seat, eyes faintly concealed behind long black eyelashes.
Our eyes met and she blushed even harder, holding up the drink and nodding slightly with a look of appreciation for both the drink and the note, a slight glimmer in her eye foreshadowing the events to happen later on tonight.
Yes. Well worth the wait.
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**Sex Game**
“Suck on…butt.”
“We’re really starting it off like this?”
“Don’t blame me, blame physics and probability,” I said as I got on my hands and knees, facing my Calvin Klein thong covered ass towards him. “Now suck.”
He sighed as he moved over and slowly began to suck one of my cheeks, throwing some playful bites in there and causing me to yelp. “You’re mean,” I said as my eyes narrowed and bottom lip stuck out.
“You started this, sweetheart.” He laughed and rolled the pink and red dice. “Ok…lick butt.”
“Ugh, fine come here.” He crawled over to me and I pulled down the back of his grey flannel pajama bottoms, smirking to myself as I start to give him a long and very wet lick up one of his cheeks, loudly laughing as I hear the loud groan from him.
“Wow…this is really sexy.”
I sat back down on the floor against the cream colored, pulling down my super soft baby pink Calvin Klein sweatshirt. The sounds of Rüfüs’ “Bloom” played through the Echo nearby, creating a relaxing mood as the sun shined through the large bay window of the cabin’s open living area, casting a faint warm glow. Grabbing my bottle of Corona, I slightly leaned my head back and took a swig of the bottle, looking back at him with a grin. “I don’t know, I think I felt something after that.”
“Roll,” He said, eyes rolling but with a playful smirk on his face.
Taking the dice from his hand, I rolled one of the die on the incredibly soft and thick white carpet. “Massage,” I looked up at him with intrigue. I rolled the second die and groaned, “Lips/face.”
He leaned over to me with the biggest grin that I just wanted to wipe off of his face. Grabbing both of my cheeks in his hand, he massaged them and squishing them in the process. I swear if looks could kill, he’d be dead ten times over. “I’m really glad we decided to play this game,” He chuckled.
“I have so much to say right now, but I will be the bigger person and keep it to myself. You’re turn.”
He laughed loudly. “Then I won’t say how much of a sore loser you are. Fuck Me.”
“What?” I looked down and laughed. “Pinch, pull or nibble on lips/face. Karma is a bitch, isn’t it?”
He groaned and leaned into me. I grabbed his bottom lip with my teeth and pulled softly, licking his lips before I moved back to my spot on the floor. “Your turn, baby,” I softly said.
The lustful look in his eyes told me this game wasn’t going to last for much longer. That’s what he thought. He grabbed his beer, taking a long drink before rolling the dice. He roughly whispered, “Massage…breasts/nipples.”
I bit my lip and crawled over to kneel in front of him. His hands slowly slid up my sides and found their way underneath the sweatshirt, massaging my swollen breasts and rolling my already hard nipples under his rough thumbs, smirking at how my breathing hitched under his teasing ministrations. My eyes fluttered shut when he leaned his head down to my ear and whispered, “I think we can find much more suitable things to do than play this silly game. Don’t you think?”
“We can’t spend all day in bed fucking, we really need to do something else.”
“I beg to differ,” He whispered straight into my ear, almost making me cum right there.
I tried to compose myself, but it was a little hard to do with those hands kneading my breasts. “Come on, at least one more round and if the results aren’t good, then we can do something else. Deal?”
“Fine your turn.” I could tell he was also trying to compose himself by the cracking of his neck. Fuck was that sexy.
“Suck…wild card,” I giggled and pondered my options. “Mmm now what should I pick?”
“I have some ideas.”
“I bet you do, but this is my turn and I shall decide what I do.”
“Well you’re really pushing it, sweetheart, so you better make a decision very quick or you won’t be able to walk the rest of the week without feeling the sting on your ass.”
My eyelashes fluttered. “Is that a threat, Sir?”
“It’s a fucking promise.”
I giggled as I crawled over to him as he leaned against the armchair. My hand slowly moved up his thigh as I leaned into his neck, sucking the spot right where his jaw met his throat and moaned when I felt his hand slide over waistband of my panties. “I think we’re about done, sweetheart. I have a better idea, how about we play another little game? I spread you out on the bed, peel these very cute panties off your gorgeous body and we’ll see how long it takes you to cum with just one of my fingers. Does that sound good to you?”
I whimpered softly and nodded my head as he picked me up and started walking to the bedroom.
Maybe laying in bed all day wasn’t so bad after all.
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**One Catches The Other Masturbating**
I walked out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around my wet hair, the only thing that was even remotely covering anything on me as I went over to the large mid-century modern dresser, the scent of jasmine and sandalwood oil burning from the two white marble scent warmers on either side of the dresser completely encompassed the entire room and slowly danced over my supple body.
My body began to heat up as I called out to play that specific playlist, my lips curling into as smile as I pulled open the drawer and grabbed the small candle lighter, going around the room and lighting all of the white unscented candles as if it was some sort of ritual. It kind of was in a way. Before him, I used look forward to this routine almost every night; heat the oils, long shower to relax the muscles, start the playlist and then finally light all of the candles. All in preparation to find that sweet release I’d been craving all throughout the day.
No matter how good he made me feel, no matter how much he turned me on…there was nothing like getting myself off. He knew this too and embraced it, even encouraging it once in awhile into our sex as both foreplay or just as him being a spectator to my own personal show, goading me on with directions in that silky sinful voice that I just couldn’t get enough of. Those nights I most certainly didn’t last as long.
But tonight, I was alone. Business trip to Chicago took him away from me for three whole days and that meant I could spend some much needed private time giving my body the personal attention it needed. No crazy toys or items tonight, just myself and my hand. Toys were very fun, don’t get me wrong, but the feel of my own hands gliding all over my body, playing it like a fine-tuned instrument and working towards producing that perfect sound just felt so right and always gave me the most amazing full body quivering orgasms.
After the last candle was lit, I grabbed the towel off of my head and proceeded to dry my hair as much as I could, not really caring if it would get messed up. Throwing the towel into the white wicker basket next to the dresser, I turned and surveyed the room, biting my lip and running my hand down over my neck and collarbone, a surge of pleasure running throughout my body and forced a small giggle to spill from my lips.
It was finally time.
Walking over to my bed, I turned down the fluffy white bedding and crawled into it, laying against the mountain of equally fluffy white pillows. The sultry sounds of Sade seeped through the speakers and my eyes shut as my hand began to have a mind of it’s own, running through my slightly damp hair and down to one of my plump breasts, squeezing and rolling it to the sensual beat. My breathing starts to quicken and my heart raced as my other hand joined in, draping lightly over my stomach and slowly started stroking as manicured nails teased and dragged along the soft, warm skin.
This felt familiar. All those nights I’ve brought myself to so much pleasure came back to me, flooding my mind with images of my body shivering and shuddering, my mouth slightly open as moans and screams of varying volumes spilled out over the bedroom, my pussy with it’s pink swollen lips and a small patch of perfectly waxed hair dripping and pulsating with every firm stroke of my long fingers. I licked my lips and moaned softly, my mind playing tricks already and giving me just a small taste of my sweet juices sliding over my tongue.
My hand moved from my breast, a teasing graze over the hard pink nipple as it ventured over to the other one, softly pinching the other pink nipple and sending a shockwave through my body before it began it’s slow and soothing massage, a soft moan pulled from my lips and barely audible over the music. My other hand had already begun its leisurely descent down to my already aching pussy, one finger tracing over the lips and feeling my pussy react to soft touch, as if it knew what was to come.
Without realizing, I turned my head to the side and saw the ornate white floor length mirror leaning up against the wall for decoration as much as it was for making sure appearance looked good. My whole body couldn’t be seen due to the location of the mirror, but my head and chest were still very visible. Seeing my flushed cheeks, hooded eyes and my hand playing with my now completely swollen breasts, hard nipples peeking out between my fingers. My sapphire eyes fluttered and I arched my back in pleasure as my fingers finally began to tease my tender clit, licking my lips as I stared back at myself with heaving, ragged breaths. ‘Fuck…this feels so good’ I vaguely thought to myself.
Feeling my juices start to slide over my pussy, my fingers began rolling and grinding over my clit to the sensual beats of a song I couldn’t remember, my brain too hazy with lust from all the teasing my body has endured. Deciding my breasts have had enough torture for now, my hand drifted down to my pussy and collected a small sample of my delicious juices on my middle finger. I opened my mouth and slid the finger over my tongue, groaning at the sweet taste and causing my fingers to stroke faster over my clit, making the groans turn into loud guttural moans. I continued to suck on my finger as my head turned back to the mirror, watching as I slowly moved my finger in and out between my puffy lips, closing my eyes and thinking of him. How I wished he was here to watch as I take my own pleasure and how afterwards I would pleasure him for being so selfish. Honestly…I just wished he was here.
Raindrops started hitting the windows, adding to the ambiance of a relaxing evening as I unwind to the sounds and feels of my own body. My fingers slid down from my clit, ignoring my lust induced whimpers, until they slowly began to push inside my pussy. Whimpers turned into loud moans when my fingers began to slowly move, juices squishing when a second is added and begin to fuck my tight, wet hole. “Oh fuck…keep going,” I said out loud to no one in particular when my other hand moved down my stomach and fingers began to rub my throbbing clit, my hips joining in the sensual dance as I began bucking them into my fingers.
My mind drifted to him and recollecting all the memories of rough and hot nights, fully spread out on this bed as he would fuck me so hard and deep, hand around my throat as the other would tease my breasts, his dark and lust filled eyes gazing deep into my soul. I moaned out his name as the urge to cum was right there and a third finger was pushed inside, fucking even faster to the memory of this morning, bent over the kitchen counter and him slowly pushing his hard cock deep inside me, rough groans and whispers of dirty desires violating my ears.
“Shit, please…please…let me cum.”
My hips bucked faster into my fingers as I planted my feet on the bed and arch my back even more, rolling my hips as I tried desperately to push myself over the edge, seeking out my release. Then…there it was there…right there. I could taste it. “Holy fuck yes, right there,” I moaned and screamed out as my whole body trembled with the immense pleasure I’ve been craving as my orgasm completely washed over me, my hand grabbing onto my breast as I gradually come down from my high.
After a few minutes and as my breathing began to calm down, my body going from a throbbing to a slow and delicious ache, I exhaled as my hand pulled from my soaked pussy and moved it to my lips, savoring sweet nectar dripping from my fingers and noticing the dulcet tone of my ringing phone. I called out to stop the music, grabbed a tissue from the box on the matching end table and opened my phone to see his gorgeous face through the screen.
“Hi sweetheart,” He said as his lips curled into a smile. “What have you been doing?”
I laid back on the mountain of pillows and stared back at him, softly exhaling as I felt the familiar waves of pleasure coursing over me again. As much as I took so much pleasure in creating my own orgasms, it’ll never completely take the place of him.
“I’ve missed you.”
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**Sex Toys**
Why did I agree to this? Clearly this was my own fault. What in my right mind would I ever willingly go see a horror movie at all, let alone with him and wearing a pink butterfly vibrator as the only thing covering me underneath my pink strappy sundress. Even worse…he was the one holding the remote.
Thankfully, the vintage theater wasn’t too filled on a late Sunday afternoon; just a few older couples mostly criticizing the movie and how movies were better back in the good old days, a group of teenage boys being general nuisances, and one other couple clear on the other side of the theater that had more important things to do than to watch the movie.
Apparently we were the same way, located back in the last aisle and in the last few seats right before the corner wall. His hand was slowly stroking my bare thigh while the other one had a tight grip on the remote, eyes looking straight at the screen and not giving away that anything was going on back here. Seriously, why did I agree to this?
“Keep staring at the screen, sweetheart. Don’t want anyone to see what’s going on back here,” He said as he turned the vibrator up a notch.
I clenched the armrest on either side of me, biting my lip and trying my hardest not to moan. “I am so fucking getting you back for this.”
“You have to be so damn competitive,” He chuckled as his hand moved further up to the hem of my skirt, then back down again. “You couldn’t stop after I told you to, now look what happened? Now you have to take the punishment I give you like a good little girl.”
There was a particularly scary scene that made me jump, which in turn caused the vibrator to grind on my clit and causing me to gasp. Gladly no one seemed to notice. “I thought it would’ve been something like clean your apartment for a week or be your slave, you know normal stuff like that.”
“The slave thing sounds fun.”
“Never playing another game with you again.”
All of a sudden I felt him lean into my ear and whispered, “Is it getting too hard for you, baby?”
“No,” I moaned into my hand. Even if someone were to look back here, it would just look like I was scared of the movie. Honestly at this point, I really could care less who saw.
“Oh…then maybe I should turn it up, since it’s not too hard for you.” He turned it up to the highest setting and I bit my hand, surprisingly not breaking any skin, as I moaned. Needing to do something, I went to put my hand up my skirt more as a force of habit, but groaned when I felt his strong hand grab my wrist and gripped it on the armrest. “No no, can’t have you doing that.”
“Please…”
“Mmm please what, baby?”
I exhaled loudly and tried not to scream as I felt the edge of my orgasm coming. “Please…I need to cum.”
“But the movie isn’t over,” He gasped. “I better turn it off then, just so you don’t cum too early.”
Then the vibration stopped and I accidentally cried out, covering my mouth to hopefully buffer some of the screams. One of the older couples looked up at our direction, wondering what was going on, but then turned away to continue watching the movie.
I looked back at him and saw him grinning in the low light of the dark theater. Now I know never to make deals with the devil.
“I fucking hate you.” My eyes narrowed as I turned back to the screen.
He chuckled and leaned to kiss the spot right next to my ear and whispered, “I know, sweetheart.”
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