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Slow Dancing With A Stranger (MF, exh, voy)
by The Erotic Pen (Sarlim@aol.com)
**
The hotel bar had the same qualities of so many others I've seen before:
dim lighting, over-priced drinks, and clientele that consisted mostly of
travelers with no idea where else they should go. I took my drink from the
bar and found a table where I could kick back and relax. As the alcohol
started its work on my nerves, I watched couples on the small floor dance
to the canned music.
One dancer in particular caught my attention: a tall raven-hared beauty.
She was dressed in a skin-tight black sheath slit up one side to mid
thigh; high enough to show where her garter straps attached to her fishnet
stockings. Every time I saw her on the dance floor she was with different
partner. When each dance ended she returned to her table across the room
and sipped her drink. Soon another hopeful gentleman soon showed up and
claimed the next dance with her.
Watching her on the floor with yet another partner, I toyed with the idea
of going to her table when the song ended, and asking her to dance. I
wondered if she would press her body up against mine as she was doing with
the guy she was dancing with.
When the song finished, the gentleman slid his arm around her waist and
walked her back to her table. Slowly his hand slipped down until it cupped
her fanny. She smiled, moved out of his reach and sat down.
While I contemplated my lonely evening I ordered another drink. Returning
my attention to the dance floor I watched another couple trip the light
fantastic.
"Mind if I join you?"
Startled, I turned to find the woman I'd been watching earlier standing
next to my table. "It would be my pleasure," I said as I stood to pull a
chair out for her.
The woman's last dance companion walked to the table that had been hers,
sat down, and stared at us. From the look on his face I could tell he
wasn't pleased with the recent turn of events. He got up and walked to my
table, stopped and eyed the woman.
“Sorry,” the woman told her former companion.
"I think the lady’s promised the next dance to me," I said.
"My mistake," he said as he backed away. The woman and I both watched him
walk up to the barmaid, settle up his tab, and leave.
"Oh, you can almost smell the testosterone," said the woman.
"I'm sure you could catch up to him if you really wanted to," I replied.
"No, I think I prefer the current company. My name is Karen. What's
yours?"
"Todd."
"Well, Todd, what brings you here?"
Karen listened intently as I explained to her that I was on a business
trip and how lonely I felt being in a strange town. As I talked, Karen's
hand reached for mine and fingered my wedding band.
"Why, Todd, you're married," she said in mock surprise.
"Does that matter?"
"Not to me anymore than it does to you."
"Good," I said, taking her hand in mine. "Then, lets dance."
Karen definitely knew how to arouse a partner while dancing. She started
by slowly brushing her breasts against my chest as we swayed to the music.
Her nipples outlined beneath the black fabric proved that those actions
were as much for her pleasure as they were for mine. Her lower body
pressed in closer to mine, brushing my crotch as she moved her hips. She
was having fun and so was I.
Several dances later, my hands were familiar with the only bump under her
skin tight dress. I hoped that later that evening I'd get a chance to
confirm that her garter belt was the only thing she had on under her
skirt.
We went back to my table and ordered another round of drinks.
Our flirtatious conversation kept the fires burning within while we sat
side by side. As we talked, I placed one hand behind her in the gap
between the chair's back and seat, while with the other hand I caressed
her lower back with my open palm. Karen smiled at me as she leaned
forward on the table, just enough to lift her rear end a bit and allow my
hand to rub lower.
I was too busy enjoying what I was doing to notice Karen's hand heading
for my lap. My heart skipped a beat as she started to run her hand up and
down my growing erection. Karen grinned at the shocked look that came
over my face as she unzipped my pants and slipped her hand inside my
trousers. She deftly opened the fly on my underwear and released my
hard-on from its confines.
The crowd had thinned and I was grateful for the room's dim lights,
especially when Karen began running her fingernails up and down my shaft
under our table.
"I think it's time we took this someplace a little more private," Karen
said.
I started to zip my pants up, but then Karen stopped me. "We're not going
far, and you won't have to walk too close to anyone. But if anyone really
takes a good look, I want them to know what we're going to do."
She wanted me to walk across the room with my cock sticking straight out!
Her eyes challenged me and she smiled wickedly. "Your choice," she said.
"Either follow me, or return to your room and take care of your condition
yourself."
At this point I was far too aroused to refuse her demand. If Karen had
bent over the table and hiked her skirt up, I think I'd have taken her
right there in the middle of the bar. Still, I followed close behind her
as she went through a doorway with a sign reading 'RESTROOMS' above it.
We headed straight into the ladies room.
"Don't worry," Karen said, "there are only a few female customers here
tonight. If we used the men's room you'd either have to fight them off or
agree to a gang-bang. And while that does sound like fun," she said with
a sexy smile, "I don't want that tonight. Tonight I only want you. Here
and now."
Karen pushed open the door to the Ladies room and pulled me inside. She
slipped into my arms and I backed her up against the sinks lining the
wall. We exchanged quick and passionate kisses are we started undressing
each other. I unzipped Karen's dress, letting it slide to the floor as
she ripped open the front of my shirt, sending buttons flying.
I was thrilled to find that my earlier guess about what was under Karen's
dress was correct. She stood before me in garter belt, stockings and
shoes. The tan lines around her breasts and groin clearly showed the
shape of her favorite bikini.
Karen kissed her way down my chest until her kisses reached my already
open slacks. She pulled them, along with my underwear, down to my ankles
then took my engorged member into her mouth.
I was lost in the sensations of what Karen was doing to me. She kissed
and licked my shaft and cockhead as she stroked my thighs and butt with
both hands. Karen kept that up for a while, then pulled away and sat on
the sink. "Now it's your turn, Todd," she said as she spread her legs
apart.
I dropped to my knees. My attention focused on Karen's clean shaven sex,
I brought my mouth to her moist opening, savoring her scent and taste, as
my tongue entered her. Karen's moans of pleasure encouraged me as I
continued to probe her with my tongue.
As I sensed Karen's excitement grow, I moved my attention further up her
slit to her hooded clitoris. Karen grabbed my head with her hands, and
held me in place as her orgasm hit.
After Karen released her hold on me I stood up and pulled Karen away from
the sink. Turning her around I said, "Now spread your legs and bend
over."
I stepped up close behind Karen, my erection sliding easily into her wet
hole. I watched us in the mirror as I took her. I started slowly,
driving in deep, then pulling out until only the head of my shaft remained
within her . . . then going in deep again.
I enjoyed the erotic sight in the mirror. Karen's breasts swung freely to
the rhythm of my strokes. I started driving into her faster and harder,
my pent-up desires taking control.
Out of the corner of my eye I noticed a slight movement. I saw the
reflection of the barmaid in the mirror, standing just inside the rest
room door, her attention focused on us. My fear was that she'd blow the
whistle and I'd have to find a new hotel room for the night. When I saw
her hands I knew it was all right.
One hand tweaked her nipples through her blouse, while the other hand was
busy under her skirt.
The barmaid noticed me staring at her in the mirror and her face blushed
with embarrassment. She froze. When she realized I wasn't going to
anything, nor stop what I was doing to Karen, the barmaid's hands started
to move again, pleasuring herself while she watched us. I turned my
attention back to the reflection of Karen and me in the mirror.
I'd never acted in the roll of exhibitionist, and suddenly I found myself
excited by the fact I was being watched while a voyeur pleasured herself.
The additional thrill brought me even closer to the edge. The tempo of my
thrusts into Karen continued to increase driven by a burning fire that
began deep in my groin, signaling my rapidly approaching orgasm. I
gripped Karen's waist and pulled us closer together, straining as deeply
into her wetness as I could get. My orgasm hammered through me and began
cumming inside Karen, my hot seed mixing with her own wetness.
My breathing slowly returned to normal as I pulled out of Karen, then
glanced toward the door. I was somewhat relieved to see that our
companion had already made her exit.
"That was wonderful, Todd," Karen said as she picked her dress up from the
floor.
"You won't find me arguing about that," I replied and began to put my
clothes on.
I stopped Karen as she grabbed some paper towels to clean up the wet
evidence of our encounter that was by now coating her inner thighs and
running down her legs. "Fairs fair," I told her, "I came in here exposed,
I want you to leave that way. If anyone gets close enough to see, or
catch the scent, I want them to know what we just did."
"Well, I guess that's only fair," Karen said. She dropped the paper
towels and slid her dress back on.
Heading for the door, Karen looked back at me, smiled and said, "If you're
going to be in town a few more days, maybe we'll run into each other
again."
"Maybe," I replied as I finished buttoning my shirt.
Cautiously exiting the ladies' room, I saw Karen leave the bar. When I
went to settle my bill, the same barmaid who had watched us was at the
register. She smiled at me. "I guess don't have to ask if you had a good
time tonight," she said.
"No, in fact, I found your establishment rather stimulating."
I pulled a hundred dollar bill out of my wallet, handed it to her and told
her to keep the change.
"Thanks, and do come again," she said.
"Oh, I certainly hope so." I turned and left the bar.
As I somewhat expected Karen was nowhere to be seen in the hotel lobby. I
made my way to my room, replaying the night's events over in my mind.
The next morning I awoke with the familiar feeling of my wife's' naked
body against mine.
"Did you have a good time last night?" my wife asked.
"Yes, the hotel has a very nice bar downstairs," I replied.
"And such a nice ladies room," my wife said grinning.
"Karen, I wish you had told me you had something like that in mind," I
scolded.
"You know you would have never agreed to exposing yourself in that bar and
then doing it in the ladies room if I hadn't got you so hot."
"True enough," I replied laughing. "But I almost thought we were done for
when I saw the barmaid in there with us. What would you have done if she
had wanted to do more than watch?"
"I was so horny by then I think I'd have let her have you," Karen said.
"But of course if I had, I would have insisted you take me into the men's
room tonight."
"Oh you think so?"
Karen smiled simply. "I love you Todd," she said then moved on top of me.
"I love you too, Karen."
Memories of the previous evening still fresh in our minds, we began to
make love.