Perfect Strangers

2. Strangers

"She wants you to do WHAT?" The voice of his best friend bellowed through the speakers around the vehicle.

"She wants to be strangers... She wants me to meet her at some bar of this random hotel, but act as if we have never met before - 'perfect strangers' she called it." He explained, just as confused as his friend.

"I don't get it - you have been married for 15 years, how are you supposed to forget all that?"

"If I want to keep her I have to do this. As weird as it may be, I have to try."

"Good luck man, you do what you gotta do..." His friend wished him off before ending the call and leaving him alone with his thoughts.

He gets to the room with an hour to spare. Feeling the excitement in his pants he takes a cold shower to placate himself until he can fuck her but it doesnt work. He is still hard thinking about what he is going to do to her later. He dresses in a suit he had tailored for tonight - it fits well and accentuates all the right places. As it gets closer to 9'oclock he walks down to the bar.

He orders a whiskey and makes casual conversation with the bartender as he scans the room waiting for her. She makes him wait - typical. Finally, he sees her. Walking in wearing a tight black dress that hugs her curves. She looks sexy. The slit on her thigh runs just too high, but he loves it. She sees him staring along with all the other men in the room. 'I must know her name' he thinks to himself. He quickly calls over the bartender, asking if she has been in before.

"No, never seen her before...and trust me I would remember a broad like that..."

He has him send her a drink but she turns it down.

As the night goes on, she turns down man after man, each one more attractive than the next. 'Good girl' he thinks to himself . As he is getting ready to close his tab they lock eyes and she looks at him with a want he has never seen before. He calls over the bartender again and tells him to give her anything she wants. He relays the message and she makes him pay for it. She smiles her coy little smile and orders a $500 bottle of champagne.

'Does she think I can afford it? I can, but is she playing me?' He questions to himself. As he sees the bartender bring out two glasses he knows he's won her over.

She pours two glasses and nods him over to have a drink.

The first bottle goes down easily and another is ordered without a second thought. When the bartender looks at her and asks if she would like a third she turns to him and asks, "Can you afford me, Daddy?" He nods and the bartender returns with the third bottle.

Somewhere halfway through the third bottle his hand finds her thigh and she doesn't seem to mind, or worse, doesn't notice. His hand continues to wander up her thigh, knowing she has to notice at this point.

They are both drunk now and his hand is caressing her inner thigh when he realizes he is getting visibly hard.

He looks down and tries to adjust but she notices and reaches for it...

He grabs her hand and places it back in her lap and continues the conversation.

He slides his hand closer to her pussy but doesn't dare go any further.

She senses how close he is to touching her lips. She looks down, looks at him, and leans in to whisper...

"You don't have the balls to do it..."

She pulls back, takes a big sip and waves the bartender over. Just as she opens her mouth he touches her for the first time tonight. Gently circling his finger around her clit as his other fingers penetrate her ever so slightly.

She gasps...

The bartender notices and asks if everything is alright.

She's speechless...

He answers for her, saying that he's going to have one more whiskey but she's calling it a night. He slips his room key into her bag and tells her he will be up in 5 minutes.

~End~