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They planned the entire scenario with care. She dressed in that borderline classy/slutty way she deployed when she was bluntly trying to seduce him. Tonight she wore a sleeveless white top that coyly folded on itself to reveal a hint of décolletage. She wore a white skirt to match the blouse, not scandalously short, but brief enough so that she could flash a great deal of skin with the slightest adjustment of her leg. Her command was uncanny. She wore no stockings, no garter, no panties.
She wore her curly black hair down, naturally, with two delicate tendrils helixing down in front of her ears. Of course she wore the choker; they had discussed that in advance. The black ribbon with the tiny bell tied at the center. He loved the semi-secret sexual charge, the semi-public acknowledgment of erotic roleplay.
And the pearls. Always the pearls. Tonight she wore them so that they fell along the fold of her top, plunging into the depths of her neckline and disappearing, inviting any passing the eye to follow the strand down.
At at the bar, she sipped at her martini (her signature drink for these games, with three olives speared on a drunkenly leaning cocktail sword). She sat at the ready to swat down the approaches of any men attempting to buy her a drink.
The game had changed in one significant way: he wasn't to approach her this time. She would come to him.
He sat at a table, in the shadows of a far corner, sipping a bourbon on ice, feigning boredom. He wore faded jeans, red sneakers, a white button-down shirt, a generic sportscoat. His face bristled with a day’s worth of stubble. His hair appeared stubbornly tousled.
Notably, he wore his wedding ring.
She caught his eye several times, in darting sidelong glances. She dropped off of the barstool and took her drink in hand. As she crossed the room and approached his table he looked up at her with a friendly smile.
She asked, “Care to have some company? Or are you waiting for someone?”
“I’m waiting on no one,” he told her.
“May I sit?”
“Of course.”
She pulled out the chair and sat down, showing a bright flash of leg as she did so.
“What has you drinking alone in the hotel bar?” she asked him.
“Business trip.”
“Are you by yourself?”
“Yes.”
She took a tiny ferocious bite of olive. “Is that why you are drinking here alone in the hotel bar?”
“Yes.”
“I might have guessed.”
“So what has you drinking alone in the hotel bar?” he asked. “On a business trip too?”
“No. I just like the bar. Nice music. Good gin. A friendly bartender.” She turned and waved to the bartender. He returned the wave. “I live in town.”
“It’s a nice town.” She snapped at another olive.
“It’s okay.” She brushed away the subject with her hand. “You’re married.” She nodded to his ring.
“Yes.” He took the ring between thumb and forefinger and turned it as he talked. “Newly married. Just got off the phone with her.”
“How is she?”
“She’s fine.”
“I’m glad,” she said dismissively. She took a sip of her martini and looked him in the eye. “How are you?”
“I’m fine.”
“Are you sure?”
“Pretty sure. What makes you think I’m not?”
She stirred her drink with the cocktail sword. “You look a little disheveled. Your hair’s a bit messy. You haven’t shaved. Your shirt collar is twisted. You look like the kind of man who is used to having a woman groom him. Clean him up a little before he goes off to work.”
“She’s very good to me.”
“I bet she is. Does she know you’re out talking to strange women in bars?” She smiled.
“No. She wouldn’t mind. We’re just sitting here talking, right?”
“Right.” She reached out to his hand, took his ring between her fingers and turned it, just as he had. “They say women are more attracted to a man wearing a wedding ring.”
“'They'? Who is 'they'?”
“Okay,” she said. “Me. I think women are more attracted to a man wearing a wedding ring.”
He laughed. He leaned toward her. “And why is that, do you think?”
“Because I, personally, am more attracted to a man wearing a wedding ring.” She reached up to the choker she wore and idly played a fingertip along it as she talked. “And I’m guessing you are going to say, ‘And why is that, do you think?’ again, so let’s cut to the chase. I don’t know why. I just do. Married men are hot.” She took a strand of pearl and curled it around her finger. “You’re hot.”
He did not reply.
“Does it make you uncomfortable when I say that? When I tell you I think you’re hot?”
“No. I like to be told I’m hot. Who doesn’t?”
“Do you think your wife is hot?”
“I do. Very much so.”
“Do you think I’m hot?” She caught another loop of pearls around her finger.
“I do,” he said, after a pause. "I think you’re hot. I think that choker you’re wearing is hot. I think the way you are wrapping those pearls around your finger is wildly hot.”
“Thank you,” she said. “What would your wife think about you calling another woman hot?”
He leaned close to her. She mirrored his body and leaned in close to him. Very quietly, he said, “My wife’s not here right now, is she?”
“No, she’s not,” said his wife. “You can do whatever you like.”
“May I tell you what I would like?”
She smiled wickedly. “You may.”
He said, “I would feel wrong going up to your room with you. You know, fucking you. Or anything like that. But I think we can find a game to play that wouldn’t break the rules.”
“There are rules? To this game you have in mind?” She had three loops of pearl wrapped around her finger now, and she pulled down on the strand, so that it slid across her neck like a snake. “Please tell me more.”
“Do you remember me saying I thought my wife was hot?”
“Yes I do.”
“She is. She’s very hot. She’s also very sexually adventurous.”
“Like you?”
“Just like me.”
“Just like me too. What a coincidence.” She brought the pearls up to her mouth, brushing them gently against her lips, wetting them, marking them with her lipstick.
“We were sitting in a hotel bar once, a couple years ago. Not unlike this bar. She wore pearls, that night. Just like you are wearing now.”
“Another coincidence.”
“We were sitting at the table talking. And while we were talking she casually unclasped her pearls from around her neck.”
He gave a moment. She understood, and unclasped the pearls from around her neck.
“I find pearls sexy,” he said. “So does she.”
The woman did not reply.
“She lowered the pearls to her lap. Again, we were just talking. I didn’t know she was doing anything.”
The woman lowered the pearls to her lap.
“Not until she closed her eyes. Not until she parted her lips. Me, I was in mid-sentence. And she gasped. And then I knew. She was sliding the strand into her pussy. Pearl by pearl.”
He waited for her. She smiled a secret smile he’d seen so many times before. Her eyelids fluttered closed, reminding him of the wings of birds. Her mouth formed a wet oval, framed by trembling lips.
“That’s my girl,” he told her. “Just like that. No hurry. We have all the time in the world. I could smell her pussy as she slid the pearls inside her. Just like I smell yours now.”
She gasped. She shuddered. He watched her gasp and shudder. No hurry.
After a time he said, “When she’s close to cumming she arches her back.”
The woman in front of him arched her back.
He said, “While she sat there at the table in the bar, I could see her nipples. I wanted to touch them so badly. Pull on them. Pinch them. Twist them. She loves to have me play with her nipples. But we were in public. All I could do was watch.”
She twisted in her chair. The coy fold in her blouse stretched open, revealing the flushed skin of her breasts, her erect nipples pressing noticeably against the taut, light weave. She shuddered again. Then again.
“Do you like to have your nipples pulled on?
She nodded.
"Pinched?”
She sighed.
“Twisted?”
She bit her lip.
“Did I tell you how her entire body quivers? It’s how I know she’s turned on. How she signals her arousal to me. When she’s about to cum they travel through her body in waves. It’s hot. So fucking hot. Just like you.”
Her breath turned ragged. The flush above her tits rose to her neck, and painted her cheeks. Tremors ran through the muscles of her arms, her neck, every inch of exposed skin.
She managed to collect herself long enough to whisper, “How would your wife feel about you making a complete stranger cum in public?”
“I think it would make her cum too,” he said, as her body convulsed and the table wobbled and she reached out to take his hand and squeezed it hard, his wedding ring shining bright as fire in the subdued light of the room, her sudden exhalation like the melody of a song played only for him.
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