right thing. Two weeks ago, I caught my boyfriend of 18 months in bed with my
best friend! There'd been lots of shouting, crying, apologising and so on, but
I just couldn't forgive him - and now he was spending the weekend moving out of
our flat whilst I had booked myself into the big hotel in town (on his credit
card of course) so I didn't have to even look at him.
It wasn't my plan to do anything other than perhaps drown my sorrows in a bottle
of wine, but having done that on Friday night I realised it didn't solve
anything. Then I struck on the crazy idea that I should go out, find some
gorgeous stranger and have wild, no strings sex. I had spent the afternoon
in town buying myself an outfit I thought would be a guaranteed man magnet,
then spent ages preparing myself ... shaving all the important bits, including
my pussy which I only usually just trimmed.
I wasn't sure whether I looked good or just looked slutty. The black silky
skirt barely covered my ass, but teamed with my new 3 inch high heeled
stilettos, my legs looked very long and slim. The red top I was wearing
finished just above my midriff, showing off my belly piercing, and it clung to
the firm curves of my braless 36c breasts. I downed another glass of wine
and decided to be brave and go down to the hotel bar. Just as I was
leaving the room, another crazy thought hit me, and I took off the panties I
was wearing!
The bar was full of people, and I almost lost my nerve, but no-one seemed to notice
me as I made my way over to the bar. I sat on the free stool, ordered a
drink and waited. Hours passed, the bar slowly emptied, and the only male that gave me any attention all evening was the barman. He was a young guy, a student I guessed, with a mop of blonde curly hair and blue eyes. He was in jeans and a t shirt, and he looked to have an OK body. But by now, I was getting fed up! All this effort and nothing! I was still sat there at 1am, and it was just me, the barman and a guy in a suit left.
"I suppose I should make a move, let you close up," I said to the barman. "No, it's OK, we stay open as long as there are people in the bar," he said. "So if you want to stay, it's fine by me."
Theguy in the suit came over to join us. He stood behind me, leaning on the
bar so that his arm was touching my back. He had a definite bulge in his
trousers and I decided that maybe the effort wasn't wasted after all! He
introduced himself as Peter, and chatted to the barman and me about his
computer business. I wasn't paying that much attention to him, I was just
checking him out. He was wearing a navy suit with no tie and the shirt
unbuttoned a little. He had dark brown hair, olive skin, and was slightly
unshaven. I was imagining him with no clothes on and what sex would be
like with him, until my thoughts were interrupted by his voice asking me a
question.
"So how come a lovely lady like you is sitting in a hotel bar all by herself?"
he laughed. My story flowed out easily as both men listened
intently. Peter's bulge seemed to grow as I got to the part where I said
I was looking for some wild sex, and I knew he was definitely interested.
My hand wandered down to stroke his erection through his trousers - it felt
huge! I shifted on my stool, and felt a familiar wetness between my legs
already. I had to have that cock tonight!
Peter knew exactly what was on my mind as he moved closer to me. His hand moved up my thigh, pulling up my skirt and exposing my bare pussy to both him and the barman. I wasn't so sure about this and glanced nervously at the barman, but he was stroking my arm that was resting on the bar and looking straight into my eyes with a familiar look of lust. How was I going to choose between these two men?
Peter now had one hand on my shoulder, fiddling
with the thin strap of my top. He grinned at the barman, who moved his
hand to my other shoulder. Slowly, they both pulled down the straps,
revealing my naked breasts. They both began to squeeze them, and I
suddenly realised that I wasn't going to have to choose, I was going to have
both of them!
I was lifted up onto the bar, and the barman stood
behind me cupping both breasts in his hands. He leaned over and took one
in his mouth, sucking and biting the hard nipple. I leaned back, closing my
eyes as I felt my legs being parted and Peter's tongue licking my pussy.
His tongue moved from my pussy to my clit, and back again. The barman's
tongue swirled round my nipple as his hands squeezed my breasts. My
breathing was becoming hard, and I could feel a warm tingling building in my
body.
Peter withdrew his tongue and began rubbing my clit
with his fingers. The tingling intensified and I could hear myself
moaning a little.