The suspense is killing you, the anticipation of what may be allows your sweet juices to flow free and you cannot believe how wet you are between your thighs. You have tried not to think of sex ,as already you are a wire spring tightly coiled by your nervous fears and hopes; once again you question your sanity through all of this. You see your reflection through the mirror behind the bar and know you look good, I hope this arsehole’s worth all this, a thought among many running through your mind, two guys eye you off If it wasn’t for the nerves you would enjoy all this male attention you have received since entering the bar 10minutes ago. He’s late you think and recheck your watch to realize that it is the appointed time, watching in the bar mirror you eyes search for any movement by the entrance doors. Why is it you wonder that your feelings are akin to a teenage girl on her first date, butterflies in the stomach and moist warmth radiating between your thighs you wonder if you stand out just like a bitch on heat amongst a pack of dogs? Sipping from your drink you look up as he walks through the door, he look younger than his photo and his hair is shorter and slicked back neatly, his beard is trimmed and neat. You watch as his eyes search the room, before coming to rest upon you and you see a smile break across his face as he recognizes you as his quarry. It’s a smile that brings his face alive making it appear sensuous and seductively sexy, a smile that could thaw even the ice queen for the night.
You turn on your barstool to face and greet him allowing your shapely legs to swing around so he may notice but you are that intent upon sizing him up you are unaware of where he is looking but feel a flush rise through your body when you realize you have been staring at the slight bulge in his jeans He leans over and pecks you on the cheek and says “ Hello C.C., you look absolutely stunning as usual.”, greeting you as if you were old friends.You know instantly that tonight was right choice to make,it seems as if there is an immediate connection and suddenly you feel wonderfully at ease with this man you have just met. A stranger but a stranger you know you simply must have before the night is through.On the terrace you share drinks together, he compliments you on your looks and dress, he listens and seems to care as you talk of missing out. He rests his hand upon your knee and as you talk his hand slides up between your inner thighs. You catch your breath, feel his light touch across your crutch and nearly cum, the thrill of being bad, the thrill of allowing this stranger to touch you up in the open view of everyone in the twilight sun. You squeeze your legs tightly trapping his hand as he runs his fingers along the swollen lips of your hot wet cunt allowing his fingers to so easily slide deep inside off you, with his other hand from his shirt he pulls out a motel room key which he offers you saying " would you like to freshen up before tea C.C.?" Grabbing his hand along with the key you say "fuck tea, I didn't come to eat, just to be eaten please" and he smiles at you as you open the door and lead the way into the room. As you turn around he is close behind you and takes you into his muscular arms and places a very passionate kiss on your lips and his tongue seems to slide down your throat. My God you think how long is his tongue.
Suddenly he sweeps you up in those muscular arms yoyu have been admiring and carries you to the bed where he gently lays you. As you stare in amazement and excitement your heart beats rapidly at the thought this man is going to have his way with you and even if you wanted to stop him you couldn't. Not that you have any inclination for him to stop, allready your pussy feels awash with your wet juices and the excitement of being unfaithful for the first time to your husband of twenty years adds to the tingle of anticipation you are feeling.