I have shared my fantasy with Paul many times over the years: I want to be picked up by a stranger in a bar, go back to a hotel room for passionate, anonymous sex. Knowing that I could probably never really have a one-night stand, I knew that HE would be my stranger.
Well, this past weekend we went to Vegas. All the way to the airport and to the Mandalay Bay we talked about our plans. We got to our room, had a quickie, and then headed downstairs to pick out the perfect bar to bring our fantasy to life.
Finding one that would be just right, we hit a blackjack table, ate a quick bite and then headed back upstairs to shower together and dress for the night. I kicked him out as soon as he was dressed and said I'd see him at the bar. And if he was lucky, I'd be returning to the room with him. He laughed and said whoever went home with me would be lucky.
"Yes, you will be." I kissed him and sent him on his way, saying I'd be down in 30 minutes. I slipped into my new short, sexy dress, did my hair, and applied the right amount of sexy makeup with smoky bedroom eyes. One more glance in the mirror, a final application of lipstick, and I slipped into my strappy stilettos and headed to the elevator.
Several men checked me out as I walked through the casino so I knew that I looked amazing. I didn't have any doubts that Paul would be impressed no matter what I wore, but these looks from strangers let me know that Paul would be WOWed by my looks.
I walked up to the bar and ordered a glass of wine. Taking my glass, I found a seat along a long, curving cushioned bench along the side wall. Paul was seated at a table across the way sipping his own glass of wine. I sat there nonchalantly listening to the small jazz band. I saw him looking at me, and I would smile back, flirting yet not letting on that I knew him. I leaned back along the wall and parted my legs slightly, my black dress hiking up ever-so-slightly. From the look on his face, I knew that he was able to see my silky pink panties underneath. Perfect.
I also noticed a few other tables noticing me, flirting with me. There was a table of five guys, all of them turning to look (even before my panties were showing). There was a table of four ladies, all admiring me (one more than the others). And finally, a table directly across from me with two couples (both women not hiding the fact they were looking). And Paul couldn't take his eyes off me (except occasionally to watch the others admiring me).
My glass nearly empty, a cocktail waitress approached. "From the single gentleman." She nodded in Paul's direction. I smiled and motioned for him to join me. He made his way, looking so sexy and debonair. Confident.
"Thanks for the drink. Please, join me. I'm Paige." He took my outstretched hand and kissed its back. Mmmm.
"Pleasure to meet you, Paige. I'm Paul." He sat down, and I angled my body toward him. We chatted about who we were, what we were doing in Vegas...all the small talk strangers would exchange while hoping to get lucky at the end of the night.
Getting friendlier as the drinks added up, he leaned in to kiss my cheek. "You look beautiful tonight," he whispered. "I love you."
I smiled at him and rested my right hand on his thigh. "Thank you."
We chatted some more, drank some more, enjoyed the music, and I enjoyed the admiration from the others in the bar.
He leaned in again to kiss my neck. "Part your legs more. Let the blond see your panties."
I smiled at him and did just as he asked, even making eye contact with her, winking at her. She was a sexy woman: long wavy hair, sexy glasses, and a sassy, saucy attitude. The waitress approached to bring another round of drinks to their table, and my little vixen purposely tossed napkins on the floor. I was shocked, but soon realized why. Even though the waitress was wearing a very short dress that revealed bits of her black thong to everyone, my lady was looking up even further, then smiling at me. She was letting me know she was looking, liking.
I downed my glass of wine and kissed Paul passionately. "I want you, Paul. Tingling. Horny. Can't wait much longer."
Then I saw Saucy leaving the table. "Follow her, Paige."
He didn't even have to tell me that. I was already on my way. I followed her to the ladies room, and she turned around and smiled at me.
I found her standing at the sink, looking in the mirror. I stood beside her and washed my hands. "Looks like you're having a fun time. Great band, isn't it?"
"Yes, very nice bar. I like the scenery. The pink is so sexy."
I knew what she meant but played coy. "Pink? All I saw was black and white with hints of gold."
She took my hand then, and led me back to the large handicap stall. I didn't hesitate. Locking the door behind us, she lifted my skirt. "This pink." She ran her hand over my panties. "Very silky. I like that." I pushed her back against the wall.
"Keep touching them, me." I kissed her, deeply. I couldn't help it. Her soft lips were calling to me as her fingers rubbed my thong. Still kissing, I whispered, "Finger me." Her fingers slipped into my panties and rubbed my wet pussy. I thrust against her hand as my hands moved to her tits...so firm. I untied her wrap dress and exposed her body, freeing her bra-less breasts. I moved down to kiss them, and her hands moved to my ass, pulling my pussy against hers.
Grinding, I sucked her tits into my mouth, teeth grazing each nipple. I knelt down and pulled back her red panties. Her pussy was shaved with the slightest patch above. I slowly licked her clit, sucking it between my lips. She moaned repeatedly as I made her cum, slipping three fingers in her tight pussy. "Fuck me...fuck me." I thrust my tongue deep into her while my fingers rubbed her clit. "Oh, fuck!" She was cumming, and I was drinking her sweet juices. She grabbed my head and held it tight against her, her hips pushing against my face. "FUCK!" She screamed, and I didn't care who came to check on us.
When she released her grip on me, I stood and kissed my saucy woman, removing her glasses. "Taste me," I demanded. She quickly obeyed.
Pushing me against the side of the stall, she pulled down my panties, leaving them around my ankles. I rested a stiletto on the toilet seat as she knelt under me. I grinded my pussy hard against her face, rubbing the full length of my pussy from her chin to her nose, her outstretched tongue reaching every inch of me. I got so turned on, thinking about Paul out there, her husband out there, both wondering what had become of us. I got so wet thinking about my stranger fantasy and having it come true when that hadn't been my intention that night, not with a real stranger.
I was so hot from this sexy woman's mouth exploring my pussy!
She wrapped her arms around my thighs and pulled me down against her as she stretched up to meet my throbbing clit. She sucked my clit as I pounded my hands against the bathroom wall. She fingered me, four fingers in me, rubbing all of me, filling me.
WOW. Oh, fuck! I was cumming. I didn't hold back. I let her have all of me, the big g-spot orgasm. There was no stopping, no hiding the fact from anyone. I screamed out in pure pleasure as she kept sucking, fingers deep inside me. I was pounding the wall as she was pounding my pussy. "FUUUUCK!"
I collapsed against the wall, my foot falling off the seat, my legs quivering. All of my strength escaped my body with that orgasm. I collapsed on the floor in front of my kneeling goddess. Her tongue plunged into my mouth. I reached between my legs and rubbed my pussy, spreading my cum across her chest. I licked my cum trail off her, sucking her tits some more.
We heard others in the restroom then, chattering women at the sinks. "Sarah, are you in here?"
"Shit. That's my sister. I better get out there. Wait here a few minutes." She tied her dress, and as we stood, she kissed me again. "We're here this weekend every year to celebrate birthdays. Meet you back here in a year?"
"YES!" I kissed her again, reached into my purse and handed her a card. "Or sooner...."
She walked out and when the coast was clear, I did too. I sat back down beside Paul.
"Have a great time?" He winked at me. "You should have reapplied your lipstick."
"Nah, it'll be coming off again soon anyway." I picked up the last glass of wine he had ordered for me.
"Gonna show her your panties again?" He wanted me to turn her on again.
"Nope. Not now."
"Why not?" He looked hurt that I wasn't going to show her again, show the bar, show him.
"Their wet. I'm not wearing them. And they are in her purse." Holding my glass I stood in front of him, my back to the room. I lifted my dress and showed him my still-wet, bare pussy. I downed my glass of wine. "Come on, honey. We have to make OUR fantasy come true now."
We headed back to the room for some of the hottest sex we have EVER had. All night. And he awakened me in the morning with hot kisses...before he climbed on top for an encore performance.
I can't wait until February 4, 2011 when I can have hot sex with Saucy Sarah again. And I wonder what she's been doing with my silky pink thong!
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