I straightened my tie and took a slow deep breath as I considered my appearance in the mirror above the sink in the lobby bathroom. This was it… I was about to walk into the dimly lit lounge across the lobby and finally come face to face with Anais, or the woman who called herself that. I chuckled softly at the realization that I didn’t even know her real name!?! For some reason it didn’t seem to matter… Hours of witty ”comments” and soft verbal jabs laden thick with sexual innuendo had been exchanged over the past several weeks as we each tried to form a better picture (or fantasy) of who each was dealing with. This, however, was something altogether different….
The initial ”back and forth” exchanges got longer and more involved. Private e-mails were exchanged, backstories filled in. The ”involved and supportive” husband was discussed (and the constant ”WTF am I doing!” anxiety it provoked would resurface). This whole thing just took off seemingly with a life of its own racing forward at a heady breakneck speed. It was moving so fast that I had very little time to reflect on what had just happened much less think about what might happen if I walk through that doorway across the lobby. I had a strong enough impression (and attraction) to compel me to be standing here, but there was so much more to the picture that I wanted..needed…to be filled in. The possibility of finally discovering those missing pieces (or at least as many as she would allow) firsthand was both wildly exciting and thoroughly distracting at the same time.
Where it was all of this heading? How far would each of us really take it in person without the detached bravado with which we had been egging each other on…daring the other to cry ”uncle” by searching for some physical or intellectual boundary which the other wasn’t willing to cross? What if the chemistry and attraction just wasn’t there in person? Worse, what if she proved to be nothing like the person she portrayed and this whole time has been recasting herself as some idealized sexual libertine? I reminded myself that she was probably grappling with the exact same questions about me.
I pushed whatever fears and doubts back down into my subconscious. I trust my instincts, they have always served me well. My instinct was that this woman was going to be everything I was expecting and then some, maybe even way more… I reminded myself that everything in life involves risks and this is just one more of those situations where at some point you just have to jump. There was no way I wasn’t going into that bar and once I did, I would be committing to take it wherever it (or more specifically she) would lead.
I finished toweling off my hands and took a step back for one last inspection before heading out the door. I took another look down at the front of my pants. I had been in some state of intense arousal ever since I stepped off the plane from New York over an hour ago. I had been able to manage my arousal remarkably well for the entire trip until I felt the jarring bump when the wheels of the plane finally touched down. Ever since the ”wake-up” call, my cock had taken on a life all its own wavering from massively engorged but only semi-hard, to absolutely rigid, almost painfully hard, constantly fighting against waistbands, zippers and the fabric itself which stretches tight when seated, poking, searching for anywhere that wouldn’t be too constraining. I certainly wouldn’t mind if she noticed my excitement (hell it was a big part of why I was even here), but I also don’t want to appear over-anxious (or worse indecent) in such a public setting. I made a quick adjustment moving it just a little further off to the side so that it wasn’t stretching the fabric and too obvious, made sure the suit coat was buttoned and helping conceal it a little better and headed out into the lobby.
As I walked across the lobby, my mind started to betraying me..the words and images that we had shared started to flash though my mind. A few distinct things, but mostly just an abstract impression of her curves… Those unbelievably rich and sexy feminine curves which seemed to be everywhere in every picture…hips, ass, tits, nipples, neck, thighs! The only straight line I had ever seen on her whole body was in a picture where the smooth pale skin of her jaw line was jutting forward to reveal her deliciously plump lips covered in bright red lipstick and curved up in a sly little smile. Most people probably found the main draw of that picture to be those ever present curves (her neck and cleavage revealed framed nicely by an red silk top which had been unbuttoned and pulled aside), but I was struck by her jawline in what had otherwise been a sea of never-ending curves. I had intended on ordering a drink as a way of being social but only nursing it for a few sips, but I quickly changed my mind reasoning that one drink would stop that damn slideshow long enough for me to appreciate her fully for what she is in the flesh and wouldn’t at all detract from what I hoped we would be doing later…
And then, I was inside the bar. It was busy, but not overly crowded and it wasn’t so large that I would have to walk around to peek in every corner looking for her. As soon as I entered, all the of thoughts stopped, I was here, this was happening and in a few moments I was going to set sight on her. And it barely took even that… I had not even really looked around and surveyed the scene when there she was, squarely in my sight line and in perfect focus. She was sitting casually but seductively (maybe my vision was impaired by my knowledge) at the bar. She was looking towards the door, and the second our eyes made contact, her eyes lit up a little more than they usual would when you see a friend. It seemed as if we had our breath stolen for a moment after which we both exhaled and flashed each other an excited, knowing smile of relief.
As I crossed the room, I made a point to observe and savor the flood of sensations streaming in. Her long dark hair, her full lips curving into a remarkably beautiful smile, and those thigh’s…especially those thigh’s! She had her legs crossed, but as I approached her, she had uncrossed them and begun turning towards me. The way she shifted was so controlled and graceful and with the down lighting from above the bar casting long shadows, I could so clearly see every one of her incredible curves. Photos (and even words) are a tricky thing, they are able to convey so much and so little at the same time. Lets just say that in all of their composed, and edited glory, they failed to capture what was sitting across the room. Snapshots and stories can only convey a surprisingly small part of of a much bigger whole. She was physically stunning to be sure, but her poise, and the smoldering powerful self-assured energy that she was giving off (and how incredibly strongly I was drawn by it) quickly eclipsed even the most remarkable physical visages.
”Anais?”, I said as I closed the last few feet of distance between us. I knew the answer, but I asked her anyway. She responded with a cute tilting nod, and responded with ”James?” I acknowledged her question by nodding myself and burst into an even bigger childish grin. ”I have been looking forward to this moment, and had a pretty distinct image of you in my head, but now that will forever be replaced by how strikingly beautiful you are in person”. ”Well thank you, James” she replied, ”I can safely say that the feeling, especially my appreciation of your physical appearance, is mutual”. She lowered her head slightly in embarrassment but then her eyes shooting back up and locking into mine made me realize that she wasn’t embarrassed in the least.
With that one phrase of assurance and searing stare, almost all the resolve and conviction to be smart about this interaction started to slip slowly down the hourglass. Like when someone pulls the drain on a bathtub, you don’t immediately notice the water start to fall but you know that it is merely a matter of time until it has all disappeared.
I tried to maintain my composure and I was sure that I still had on a good poker face, but my heart felt like it was going to jump out of my chest, my cock was clenched and throbbing painfully with every single relentless beat. I could feel the wetness of pre-cum, starting to ooze out and coat the head of my cock with its clear slippery wetness.
As we sat down, I made sure that our stools were pulled sufficiently close together. If she was nervous, it sure wasn’t showing on her face. I didn’t know yet exactly how this interaction was supposed to evolve… Every time I had thought this through, the questions were obvious enough, but the range of potential answers…outcomes…were so broad and contingent on so many factors as to essentially not have an answer!
How much more do we need to know about each other to decide whether we want to sleep with someone? Usually no small question, although in fairness this was about fucking each others brains out (and God knows what else) not whether we want to marry each other, so we could both rely on our primal instincts once we crossed the morality rubicon.
Are there any issues or concerns that we should get out on the table now before going any further? Of course there are, but how do you get those out there without killing the moment?
When will any decision be made and…then what? This is her town, her set-up, in all honesty, mostly her decision at this point…
Am I going to meet the husband? Is he here right now watching our interactions? If he is here, I am not going to disappoint him with how far I am willing to take this show in public? I know I will be cool with him joining in, but what if he wants more than just her?
Good questions all, and interestingly, even though any resolve to not go through with this was almost nil, my mind was still thinking clearly and the sheer absurdity of the situation made them more weighty than ever as I rose up onto the stool next to this decadently sexy woman our hips and knees close together and our faces less than a foot apart.
We finalized our introductions and spoke about a number of pleasantries for the next few minutes. I don’t remember how long because it was clear that whatever we were saying didn’t really matter to either of us. As politely and discretely as possible, we were eyeing and processing (more like devouring) every last physical detail of one another…
Her jawbone, her cheekbones, her lips, her smile, her eyes, eyelashes and eyebrows. Her hair, her ears and earlobes. The nape of her neck, her shoulders and chest which were exposed by the neckline of her outfit. Her breasts, back, stomach, sides, hips ass and thighs which were all very nicely displayed by her choice of dress. Her legs and the stockings that covered them, her high heels, her ankles and feet and toes. The scent of her perfume, her breath sweet and fresh but tinged with the alcohol and smell of green olives from the martini she was drinking, her shampoo and other lotions products and deodorant. And of course there were the slight but unmistakable earthy smells unique to every woman’s body. I had been waiting to discover this scent most of all, so I made the point of slowly, languorously, capturing savoring and remembering every last note I could decipher…faint but powerful undertones of the oils from her skin and hair, shoe leather, sweat and body odor and of course the musky, metallic hint of sex – not the smell of her sex, but a less potent mix of many of the same key notes. It was a lot to process and couldn’t find a single thing that wasn’t crushingly exciting and that I want do explore more.
Ordinarily you would feel some level of shame sitting there looking at someone with such unabashed, unfiltered eyes. Such an intense visual undressing would make even the least critical among us self-conscious. But somehow I didn’t feel ashamed or self-conscious in the least and I certainly never got the sense that she did either. We were animals sizing up our prey and we weren’t about to take our eyes (and any other available senses) off of the other for fear that they would pounce first and we would miss our chance to respond…
By how tightly she had been crossing her legs and how slowly, deliberately and uncomfortably she seemed to be shifting in her seat, uncrossing and recrossing her legs, I figured that she must be very aroused, achingly swollen and very, very wet right now. I wondered how long before she couldn’t take it any longer and need to actually feel someones touch…open and spread apart instead of squeeze and constrict…Finally be penetrated, by something, anything, so that she could feel more than just the excruciatingly delicious but wholly incomplete surface sensations?
As we continued our nonchalant conversation, our knees had been lightly bumping and playfully brushing up against one another (despite appearances there wasn’t any inadvertent or unintended contact). Sparks surged through us both with every touch and my body was humming with such an elevated state of arousal that it was numb and energized all at the same time. I am sitting here with a woman who I am finding so attractive on so many levels (and I am getting the distinct impression that I am doing the same for her) that I am simply going to be respectful, be true and genuine in my thoughts and responses, wait as long as it takes to figure this out and enjoy every last frustratingly intense second that we spend together.
Then she leaned back slightly and sat up a little straighter. She turned her head and shoulders just a little further than usual towards me. At the same time, she moved her hand so that it was hovering above my upper thigh – almost in my lap. As she allowed her hand to slowly drop down, I felt the weight of every ounce and every inch of her fingers as they began to touch down and come to rest. It felt like someone had poured a hot coffee in my lap as the searing heat of her hand seemed to envelop every surface along the head and shaft of my painfully swollen cock. A sharp burst of electricity shot through my crotch causing all the muscles to clench and squeeze at once after which I felt the first cool wave of uncontrolled sexual energy wash through my body. It feels like a chill but without the shudder or goosebumps. It is hard to maintain a clear head though these waves, and when your mind does return to being fully present, though it is crystal clear, it has usually been refocused on one thing and one thing only…
My breathing caught in my throat, my heart skipped a beat, and I am sure that my eyes blinked closed for a brief moment.
When I caught my breath and regained my composure, I looked up and saw her facing me dead-on, our noses inches apart and her eyes were on fire and staring directly into mine…
She had me captured…I was hers!
She pounced first and I was too overcome in that moment to put up any resistance…
Dammit!
I was disappointed in myself..
It wasn’t like me to let anyone else take the lead and I have never not fought for it..
I had no idea where this was going and for the first time ever I didn’t care…
I watched him reach for his drink and I reached for mine as well. I knew he felt a little uncertain. I could see it in his eyes. I didn’t know what had gotten into me, but I wanted him uncertain. No, I wanted him to trust me. I wanted his trust without having to earn it. That was the biggest rush of all—knowing that I was leading him to where I wanted him, and he was going to follow.
