Miles | The Investment Committee

Andee knew that civilization wouldn’t end with war or pestilence.  She knew it would die slowly, smothered under the weight of all the meetings that are called to make decisions that should take five minutes, tops.  Several years earlier she had joined the board at a small foundation that was hopelessly understaffed.  Because she showed the most analytical talents, she eventually got responsibility for everything financial.  Today, she had the third board committee meeting in three days, and she had just about had it.  The foundation’s results had been just fine last year.  She wanted to ask the other trustees if they had read her report, and if they had any questions.  No?  Meeting adjourned, then.

But it didn’t work that way, and she knew it.  Instead a group of genuinely nice board members would come together for a morning and pore over reports and presentations as if they meant something, and then decide to leave the portfolio alone.  Or change it by a snick.  It really didn’t matter much.  With the way the portfolio was growing, only a fool would tinker with the basics, and she had seen there were no fools on this committee.

Instead, they were generous donors and respected members of the community.  Some, she felt, suffered from the gene pool running out before the family trust fund, but at least none of them were malicious.  She had learned long ago that straight, gentle talk went a long way toward bending them to her will, and today her will wanted them to do very little.

As was her usual mode, she wore a businesslike, but nicely tailored, suit over a cream coloured silk blouse.  Part of her command over this committee was the combination of proper, serious attitude and a warmth that when applied could almost melt the heart of any committee member, male or female.  A professional girl next door.

The meeting started with her review of the performance of the funds.  After a reasonably strong year in a turbulent stock market, the foundation was ahead of its targets, and the committee members smiled in a most satisfied way.  The meeting logically could have ended there, but instead the committee followed its ritual of having a “deep” conversation with the portfolio manager responsible for most of their investments.  At other times this would have been a bother to Andee, but not this year.

Mitchell Wilcox was in his mid-40’s and somewhat bookish.  He was far from the typical, slick money manager, but he could carry himself with a sometimes-disarming directness and sincerity.  Andee had noticed him before at these meetings, but it wasn’t until she had attended one of his seminars a few months before that she thought she got a glimpse at the inner man.  Maybe it was her imagination, but she liked what she saw.

As Mitch was walking the committee through his presentation, Andee’s concentration evaporated.  She drifted back to that morning in the shower when thoughts of this man prompted her to linger with the shower massage.  She sometimes masturbated, but as a respectable married woman with children and a career, she had noticed her sensual side begin to wane.  But this morning the thought of Mitch’s tongue on her clit, accompanied by the pulsing flow of water actually doing the job, started her day with a nice explosion.

She had another surprise that day.  While in that playful mood, she got dressed without any underwear.  The touch of the silk on her nipples and the breeze wafting between her legs would serve to extend her feelings.

She had almost stopped hearing voices in the meeting, and she was finding it increasingly difficult to stay still.  She found herself shifting in her chair, moisture building between her legs.  She wanted desperately to reach under her jacket and stroke her nipples.  Even more she wanted Mitchell’s mouth to do the job.

Andee knew she had to snap herself back to the present, but she just could not bear to engage in a discussion of global interest rates.  Only Mitch really knew what he was talking about, and she wasn’t absolutely sure about him.  She needed to do something active, and her morning playfulness had not completely gone away.

The room was structured with tables in a large V.  The Board Chairman and Andee sat at the end, while the committee fanned out to either side.  Mitch was standing at the open end working a laptop connected to an overhead projector.  The way people were sitting, only Mitch had a view of Andee’s legs under the table.  She knew this well.

Andee’s suits were all an appropriate length for business, mid-knee or just above.  But she was aware of the opportunities for a straight lined skirt covering very shapely legs.  As the presentation moved on, she simply crossed and uncrossed her legs.  Each time was pure modesty in motion, but each time the area exposed above her knees grew.  She waited patiently.

And then it happened.  Mitch had been describing a chart next to the screen and turned to advance the PowerPoint.  At that moment Andee again uncrossed and crossed her legs.  Mitch couldn’t help but notice the motion, and he wondered if he really saw what he thought he did.  What he was sure of was that Andee’s wonderful legs were not covered in stockings and that his view was unobstructed to beyond mid-thigh.

Mitchell didn’t know it yet but the game was engaged.  Andee watched his movements carefully and synchronized her leg movements to be just a second too quick or too late for a good peek from the presenter.  She saw he was cool, but she also noticed a heightened anxiety in his face as he could see ever more leg, but always failing to see her treasures.

As he struggled not to be too obvious in his primary efforts, he sped through the presentation and the questions from the board members.  Andee paid enough attention to be plausibly engaged, but she knew Mitchell wasn’t being stretched by the questions and there would be no quiz later.  She alternated between watching Mitchell and her watch.  Was that a bigger bulge showing now?  Her moisture increased at the thought she was influencing him in this way.

Finally, the noon hour approached and the committee wrapped up their efforts.  Handshakes, smiles and good-byes all around.  In what had become a ritual, Andee had invited both Mitch and the Board Chair to lunch after the meeting.  Someplace nice.  She knew that Mitch would pick up the tab.  She had counted on the Board Chair to bow out because of his busy schedule, which was another part of the ritual.  He didn’t disappoint.

After tidying up the conference room and disposing of sensitive materials, Andee and Mitch headed out to the parking lot.  Mitch had driven his new Lexus RX400h to the meeting.  It showed a measure of success, but didn’t scream out that he was being overpaid.  He walked Andee to the passenger side and opened the door for her.  She gracefully got in while managing to still show her legs to good advantage.  These unfulfilled upskirt opportunities were beginning to drive Mitch crazy.

As they drove to the restaurant they recapped the meeting and agreed it had gone well.  Good returns were always a helpful ingredient to a smooth meeting.  Andee was still in a playful mood, however, and she decided the conversation needed a new direction.

“Mitch, I couldn’t help but notice you seemed a little distracted toward the end of the meeting.  Was there something wrong?” she asked as innocently as she could.

Mitchell weighed his options carefully, and wondered how far to go.  Caution was in order.  “Distracted?  Really?  I’m sorry if it seemed that way.”

Sensing he was being guarded, Andee slowly uncrossed her legs and made no effort to keep her skirt down.  “Jesus,” thought Mitch, ”Driving is worse than presenting!”  Once again he had an apparent opportunity and no success. 

He pulled into the parking lot.  Andee suggested that they park behind the restaurant to take advantage of the trees and shade for the car.  He agreed, and steered the vehicle toward the back of the lot and backed into a protected spot.  He got out of the car, but Andee didn’t move. 

As he walked around the car she hiked her skirt up another four inches.  Her thoughts flashed back to the shower and Mitch’s tongue.  Before he opened the door, he saw her legs.  He could barely keep a normal expression as he played the gentleman.  She slowly lowered one leg out of the SUV raising her skirt even more.  There would be no missed opportunity this time for poor Mitch. 

“Is this what was distracting you at the meeting?” she whispered.  Mitch looked down and saw Andee’s full bush.  Traces of moisture could be seen on her lips.  She ran her hand up and down her thigh of the leg extending out of the car.

“Now that you mention it, yes.  Well, actually, no.”  He was almost stammering now.  “That’s what I wanted to see, but you were always just a bit too careful.”

“Ah, you’re a bad boy,” she giggled.  “You’re taking a good look now.”

“Yes, and I like what I see.”

Her hand moved up and spread her lips apart.  “This is a better look, no?”  She was breathing heavily being both excited and surprised by her bold behavior.

“Yes, much better,” uttered Mitch as his eyes alternated between her wet slit and her lustful expression.

“You look a little hungry.  Interested in a little pre-lunch snack?” she cooed.

He didn’t have to be asked twice.  His mouth descended upon her thighs, quickly planting kisses and licks as he moved up toward her waiting pussy.  She didn’t have to wait long.  He began to gently lick the length of her slit as she held her lips apart.  As he reached her prominent clit, small kisses alternated with tiny flicks of his tongue driving her toward rapture.

Electric sensations coursed through her body.  With her free hand she unbuttoned her suit jacket and began massaging her nipples through the softness of the silk blouse.  It felt like she was wired with a thousand points of contact and they were all firing at once.  Her moans became quite audible.

Mitch’s tongue work was masterful.  As Andee’s hips reacted to his motion he sped up the pace of the licking, but kept the touch light.  Andee could feel an imminent orgasm.  As he heard the telltale noises of a woman about to come, Mitch took her clit into his mouth and began sucking in and out.  This was too much for Andee.  She bit on one hand to stifle her cries of pleasure while pushing Mitch’s face hard against her pussy with the other.  Her orgasm was intense.

Now it was Mitch’s turn for the mischievous expression.  He looked up at Andee with a huge grin, and she laughed out loud.  It was not his expression that was so funny, but the coating of her pussy juices glistening on his mouth and chin.

“I think you better use this,” she said as she handed him a tissue from her purse.  They both cleaned up as best they could and then the reality of what they had just done hit them both.  They looked around the parking lot and saw nobody about.  The shade strategy had bought them some privacy.

“Let’s go inside.  You may have eaten already, but I’m really starved!”  Andee couldn’t resist the coarse comment, and Mitchell only laughed and shook his head.

“I really don’t want to lose your taste, but a glass of wine would be a nice complement now.”  Mitch extended his hand and Andee slid out of the SUV.  They walked into the restaurant without touching further.

They were shown to a nice table for two at the middle of the restaurant along the wall.  There was a bouquet of summer blossoms simply placed on a white tablecloth.  Andee took the seat on the bench and Mitch sat opposite.  After their drive and interlude in the parking lot, they were starting late and the restaurant was less than half full.

After ordering a nice bottle of Chablis 1er Cru, they scanned the lunch menu quickly.  Everything looked good, but nothing intrigued them more than each other.  Andee ordered hearts of palm salad and grilled scallops.  Mitch started with roasted peppers and fresh mozzarella, followed by seared tuna.  The wine would marry well with this food.

They chatted away over the excellent wine.  They had always focused on their professional relationship before.  Now, for the first time they really talked about each other.  Andee was quite pleased that her animal attraction for Mitch was reinforced by a compatible set of interests and his quick wit.  As they ate and chatted, Mitch took off his right loafer and slowly rubbed the back of Andee’s calf.

The first bottle of wine was done just as the main courses arrived, and Mitch ordered a second without a moment’s hesitation.  They shared entrees and laughed easily.  As the meal passed the lust first demonstrated in the car began coming back.  Mitch moved his foot up Andee’s leg and along the inside of her thigh.  Her eyes opened a bit in surprise, but her legs also parted.  He moved his foot under her skirt until he could feel her pubic hair through the thin sock he was wearing.

He was slowly stroking her pussy lips with his big toe as the waitress came over to offer dessert options. Andee could hardly concentrate on the recitation, and Mitch just smiled and nodded at each suggestion.  Finally the waitress said, “And of course, our specialty is soufflé and today we have chocolate, Grand Marnier and raspberry.  Of course, you probably should have ordered them earlier.  They take about 25 minutes.”

Mitch looked at Andee and asked, “Are you in a big hurry?”

“Not me,” came the reply.  “The chocolate sounds like a decadent way to celebrate our successful meeting.  What do you think?”

“Absolutely.”

The waitress smiled, but before she could leave, Andee pointedly said to her, “Since we are running a little late, we may have to call the office while we are waiting.  If you don’t see us for a couple of minutes, don’t worry.”

Mitch was crestfallen.  Phone the office?  What went wrong between the main course and ordering dessert?

Andee saw Mitch’s puzzlement and reached down under the table and gave his foot a squeeze.  “I have to go to the ladies room.  Don’t you have to go too?”

Mitch lit up, finally understanding her little plot.  “Sure.  We’ve got time.”

They walked together toward the hall leading to the restrooms.  Mitch prominently displayed his cellular phone, looking completely ridiculous, but Andee indulged him in his attempted misdirect.  They opened the door to their respective rooms and looked around.  Empty.  Mitch started to push Andee into the ladies room.

“Wait,” she held back, “I really do have to go.  Give me a couple of minutes and then come back.”

Mitch nodded and then ducked into the men’s room for his business and a quick wash up.

The wait seemed like an eternity, but then he decided to go next door.  He had listened for other people’s movement and had heard none, but he couldn’t be sure.  After checking that the hall was clear, he slowly opened the ladies’ room door.

What he saw astounded him.  Andee was at the vanity bending forward putting on lipstick.  Her skirt was completely above her waist and her ass beckoned him like a cat in heat.  He wondered what would have happened if it wasn’t him going into the bathroom but some blue haired lady.  He didn’t dwell on the thought.

She turned as she saw him in the mirror and they embraced hard.  Tongues feverishly probed and hands were everywhere.  Mitch reached under Andee’s blouse and groped her breasts in a crude way consistent with the unbridled passion being expressed.

Andee steered Mitch toward one of the two stalls and closed the door behind them.  She then undid his pants and dropped them and his briefs to the floor.  His thick cock was at full attention and about to get an application of the new lipstick.  Thankfully, this was a classy place with very clean restrooms.  Andee didn’t think twice about sitting Mitch down and getting on her knees.  She wanted that shaft in her mouth.

As she licked and sucked, Mitch actually thought about how thankful he was for the wine.  Without it he would have blown his load in the restaurant while he was rubbing Andee’s pussy.  The alcohol would give him a little staying power in this supercharged environment.  But he wouldn’t last that long.

When she tea-bagged him he let out a cry.  His balls were ultra-tight and he could feel his orgasm mounting.  He pulled Andee up and said, “Do you want me inside you?”  She smiled, nodded, and pulled her skirt to her waist.

She straddled Mitch and teased him with her pussy just inches in front of his face.  He thought he should give her a few licks for lubrication.  He didn’t have to.  She was literally dripping pussy juice.  She slowly lowered herself onto his fully erect cock and began bouncing up and down.  Mitch had one hand on her ass and one rubbing her breasts.

Andee had never positioned herself quite this way before and it was incredible for her.  Her intensity grew, as did her pace.  Her problem came as they both approached orgasm.  She literally got weak in the knees.  As the first waves of orgasm spread through her body she collapsed on Mitch, no longer able to hold herself up.  As his orgasm shot a stream of milky fluid deep inside her he had to brace to take her weight without falling in!

Gasping for air and laughing, they kissed and kissed again.  This was pure passion and they had enjoyed the equivalent of a peak vintage year.  Slowly they composed themselves, dabbing away with toilet paper the best they could.  Clothes were rearranged without too many extra wrinkles.  Andee left the stall, checked her hair and ducked out.  Mitch followed in a minute.

As Mitch crossed the main dining room, this time putting away his phone for show, he saw Andee.  There was no hiding the look. This woman had just had sex and it had been great. She actually lit up the room, and he wondered how many of the other remaining patrons had noticed. He sat down as she was pouring out the last two glasses of wine.

A minute later the soufflé appeared, and it was divine.  Andee hoped her expression could be attributed to the chocolate, but wasn’t sure.  They ate amid oohs and ahs, but little other conversation.

The check arrived and it was after three o’clock. They knew it was time to go, but didn’t really want to. Mitch left a generous tip and thanked the waitress for everything.

“Superb, really superb. And the soufflé was worth every minute of the wait.”

Once again they crossed the parking lot without touching. The perfect professional couple. As they drove back to Andee’s office they held hands like teenagers. Upon pulling into the complex they disengaged. Andee told Mitch just to pull up in front of her office. 

As he stopped and put the vehicle into park, she reached across for a very platonic handshake. 

“Thanks. Thanks for everything. You did a great job,” she said. “Start thinking about the next meeting’s materials. I may want you back before next year.”

She smiled, got out before Mitch could say much of anything, and then closed the door. He lowered her window and leaned over. 

“You’re spectacular,” he whispered. And then followed it with, “I’m already thinking about some new approaches. I’ll call you to discuss.”

Andee smiled again, waved and retreated into her building. Mitch watched her and as he planned his return trip he could already feel a stirring in his pants. This would be some ride.

Camel | Private Dancer - Part 2

The following Saturday, CJ and I went out to a local adult store and selected the outfit for my routine. I had spent all week trying to select the right mix of music, based on what Savannah had told me, and getting myself psyched up for the moment.

I was waiting in the hotel room for Nigel to show up, wearing the sexy little number my hubby had picked out. When I heard a knock on the door, I knew this was the moment I had been fantasizing about since the first time we even talked about.

After giving Nigel a brief kiss on the cheek, I invited him to sit on the chair in the middle of the room. Then without saying anything more, I pressed the play button on my stereo and slowly began to sway to the rhythm of the music. At first I felt a little strange. Here I was, a married mother of two, in a hotel room with a guy we met in a strip club - giving him a private dance.

At first I did a few teasing little moves: running my hands across his shoulders, putting my foot on the chair between his legs and tossing my hair in his face and down to his crotch. After the first song, I could tell he was starting to really get into my little act. The bulge in his pants had started to swell.

In my own mind I was also getting turned on. My thoughts went back to the night in the club when he gave me a really good fingering - and then left me with a dripping pussy and almost no satisfaction. I kept thinking that this would be my own little payback to him, get him good and horny and send him on his way.

My second song was a sexy, slow number. But this time, instead of touching him, I just swayed in front of him, running my hands across my own body, just like Savannah had instructed me to do. When I would get to my crotch, I would slide my hands between my legs and then back out, pulling up the hem of my very mini skirt. I was totally getting into myself, and kept running my hand back down to my moist pussy. By the time the song had ended, my thong was almost dripping from how much I had wound myself up.

And just like Savannah had told me that night at the club, I used my third song to really get Nigel going. As I started to grind my butt into his lap, his cock was straining to get out from underneath his pants. I straddled him and pulled off the top, tossing it onto the bed beside us. I raised my breasts very close to his face and began to play with my nipples, pulling on the ring that ran through my left nipple. I undid the buttons on his shirt, and with a swift move I learned from teasing my hubby, pulled it down and behind the chair so his arms with kind of held in place.

When the song ended, I got down on the floor in front of him, waiting on my hands and knees for the final song to begin. My pussy was soaking by this point, and if he was horny, I didn't care because I was totally into the way I was feeling. With my ass pointed at him, I pulled down the little thong from underneath the skirt. I knew my cunt was swollen with excitement.

I kept in this position and put a hand between my legs. I started to toy with my lips, slowly parting them to give him a view right up inside my little love hole. I almost lost myself as I began to run my middle finger in and out of it, thinking back to when Nigel had gotten me all worked up in the club that night.

It almost killed me to have to stop playing so much as I remembered what I was there for. I turned around and laid on my back, with my dripping muff now fully exposed to Nigel's intent stare. I could see from his pants that he was close to bursting. I crawled over to him and began to rub him through the material. He leaned back and let out a little moan of approval. I knew this guy was close to be complete putty in my horny little fingers.

Forgetting what Savannah had said about contact, I put my head in his lap and used my mouth to undo the zipper on Nigel's pants. He tried to grab at my hair, but my little move earlier had left him with just enough movement to frustrate the hell out of him. Using my fingers, I pulled his pants down just enough to expose his crotch. There was a huge wet spot on his underwear from the pre-cum I had managed to work out of him. I then pulled the hem of his jockey's down and released his swollen monster. Nigel was nicely put together. Not huge, but well shaped and thick.

Now that I had managed to get his cock out from his pants, I could see that I had accomplished what I set out to do. He was rock hard and standing straight up. I knelt down right between his legs, putting my face just an inch away from his swollen dick.

"So, I guess I win," I said with a mischievous look in my eyes.

"Baby...never mind a lap dancer, you're so hot you could be a high-paid feature at the club," he said.

I slowly ran my finger along the shaft of his cock. It looked very delicious and I knew that in just a matter of seconds I would be slurping on it for all I was worth. I slowly began to swirl a little of his pre-cum around the head of his cock. Then I licked it off the end of my finger, all the while looking right into his eyes. I could tell that I had this guy in my control.

"A feature, eh?" I said. "That's a very interesting twist to this little bet of yours."

Without breaking eye contact, I slid my tongue out from my lips and lightly licked the tip of his dick. I could sense his frustration as his hips moved forward with each tiny taste I got, as if he was trying to slide his cock closer toward my mouth.

"And just what do I have to do to get that job," I said, just before I slid my tongue along his entire swollen shaft. Nigel's cock twitched against my tongue, and he closed his eyes and arched his back. I was very tempted to just suck his cock, but I wanted to really get this guy off.

I held is cock straight up and slowly licked around the head, tasting his pre-cum. I moved down to the spot just below the head, where my hubby tells me all the feeling is in a guy's dick and really set to work, flicking my tongue and getting Nigel really wet with my saliva. His hands were trying hard to grab me...and I had finally had enough of the teasing. I reached over and undid the buttons on his shirt cuffs so he had a lot more movement. In a flash Nigel had both of his hands on my head, his fingers wrapped in my hair, and was guiding my mouth down his cock.

He felt so good in my mouth. His flesh was hot and I couldn't remember if I'd ever had a bigger dick sliding down my throat. I pushed back against his grip, not wanting to waste all my work on just a quick blowjob. This guy was hot, tasty and damn hard. I was sure I wanted a lot more of this cock before my "private dance" was done.

I wrapped my lips around Nigels lovely cock and continued to slide up and down his shaft. I could sense he was getting closer to coming when his hands pulled my hair and his hips started to grind up and down in rhythm with my own motions. He felt so hard in my mouth, and really delicious. I'm not normally a swallower, but this man had me thinking. It took all my resolve to pull my mouth off this magnificent dick.

Nigel protested, almost begging me to continue. His hand moved to his cock and his started to stroke himself. I kneeled before him for a second. I love watching a man do that to himself. But I was wet and really horny.

"You never answered me," I said, flashing my best flirtatious look up at him.

"Do you want to cum Nigel," I asked. He nodded his agreement.

"Do you want me to make you cum?"

He moaned back at me and his pumping rhythm increased. I grabbed his hand and pulled it away from his cock. I didn't want this to end in him shooting his load on his own.

"I want you to make me cum," he said, almost begging for release.

"How bad? Bad enough to say you lost the bet?" I teased.

"Yes," he answered. "You won the bet."

I stood up and straddled Nigel in the chair, my pussy was so wet that he slid his entire dick deep into me without any resistance. It felt so good to have him inside me. I could feel the heat between my legs and in my pussy. His dick felt like a steel rod because he was so hard. I began to rock back and forth, sliding every lovely inch of him in and out of my cunt.

As I would slide him back in, my clit would rub against him and send little twinges of delight through my body. Nigel put his hands on my ass and we started to pick up the pace. In no time we were fucking like mad, his cock driving in and out of me. Nigel was so hard and it felt so good when he would be deep inside me. I could sense he was getting ready to shoot his load when he dug his fingers into my ass cheeks and his dick got even harder.

"Are you going to let me dance," I asked. Nigel was too into our fucking to answer, so I slowed rigth down.

"No baby, don't stop now," he begged, driving his dick deeper into me.

"Are you going to let me dance," I repeated, now completely stopped.

"Yes, yes I'll let you dance. God, let me cum and you can dance anytime you want," he said. "I need to cum...please Andee...let me cum."

I squeezed my pussy around his shaft buried deep inside me and began to ride him again. With one hand I began to play with my clit, rubbing it in time with our fucking. I was swollen and so hot down there. My fingers worked their magic and in a matter of seconds I could sense my own orgasm swelling up. I tossed my head back and forced my nipple into Nigel's mouth. His lips felt incredible and he nibbled and suck for all he was worth. That sent me over the edge. I grabbed his head with my other hand and pulled his mouth even tighter onto my tit. I shuddered with passion as my orgasm sent my mind spinning. I was moaning and twitching, still pumping up and down on Nigel's cock.

I was so wet from my orgasm that my juices had dribbled onto his balls. I continued to grind my cunt up and down, back and forth on his rod. I could sense he was close. I reached around with my hand and began to massage his balls and that little spot just underneath them. Nigel moaned and arched his back. I pulled my other hand back from my clit and stuck my finger into his mouth, giving him a taste of me and my own cum. He threw his head back and dug his fingers into my butt as hard as he could. I felt his cock throb a couple times and then his release. He came hard, deep inside me. I could feel his hot cum shooting into me cunt.

I collapsed onto him, squeezing my pussy until he had been completely drained. I stayed in this position for a few minutes, relishing the moment and sensations. After a while I kind of sat back up, gave Nigel a deep passionate kiss and looked deep into his eyes. It was hard to tell who really had "won" this little bet. We both had managed to get one incredible fuck, and I had talked my way into a new weekend job. My fantasy would finally be reality when I would take to the stage and perform a little private dance - well, private for about 100 guys.

Camel | Private Dancer

After my husband and I began to explore a little sexually, he said he wanted to take me to a strip club. I had seen male dancers before - which is an awful lot of fun - but had never seen inside a "gentlemens club". It's not that I'm not open-minded to the idea, it's just the opportunity had never arisen.

After going through the usual routine of getting ready for the night out, we headed off to one of the nicer clubs in town. I had decided that a simple black skirt, heels and button white top would be the best choice. I wasn't trying to make any kind of statement, but wanted to look good, given the fact that every guy in the room would be focused on the dancers and not me.

As we drove to the club, known affectionately in town as "the Pole", CJ explained that an acquaintance of his managed the club and had arranged for us to have a good table. I suspected that what he really meant was that he had spent so much money in the joint that the manager agreed to hold a table close to the stage.

When we got there, the place was fairly crowded. A girl on the main stage was going through her routine, while a few others were spread out around the main room doing table dances. I was surprised to see the audience included a few other couples, which put me at ease.

CJ introduced our host as Nigel, the club manager. He led us to an intimate booth at the back of the room. From here, he explained, we could see the feature dancer on stage, and have a good view of the table dances. Nigel was a handsome man, with short dark brown hair and a neatly trimmed goatee. As we walked to our table, I looked around at some of the men that were in the audience. Some of the guys had their hands on their crotches under the table, and a few gave me the head-to-toe examination as I strode by. It was definitely a sexually charged atmosphere.

The guys allowed me to slide into the booth first. I felt a little better not sitting right out in the open, wanting to slowly get used to the whole thing. CJ sat beside, and Nigel in a chair with his back to the stage. After we had ordered our drinks at the table, Nigel waved over this tall and slim blonde dancer. When she leaned over the table to speak with him, I got a really good view of her breasts. They weren't huge, but definitely enhanced. I couldn't exactly make out what they were saying, but next thing I know, she's putting one of those wooden boxes in front the chair. She took CJ's hand and directed him to sit in the chair, facing her and the rest of the room Nigel slid into the booth and moved around to sit beside me.

"I lost a little bet with CJ," he whispered in my ear. "So, I'm going to have her dance for him as payback."

I asked Nigel exactly what kind of bet would involve a table dance as payback - especially when he manages the strip club. I found out that when CJ made the arrangements for our night out, Nigel said he didn't think I would actually join them. I debated his point, saying that I'm very open-minded, and besides, I might enjoy a table dancer myself. In almost mock indignation, I turned my back slightly to Nigel, and watched as the show for my husband began.

The blonde started off her routine with a little teasing. My husband glanced over at me as she tossed her hair around his lap. I winked at him and mouthed "enjoy" to him. I could feel Nigel was more intent on watching my reactions to the turn of events...or maybe he was just looking. I consider myself a pretty attractive woman, and have managed to turn a few heads on my own. He had managed to inch his way closer to me, and I could feel him right behind me on the seat.

"So, tell me Nigel," I said turning away from the dancer and leaning into our host a little, flirting with him. "What does a girl like her really make doing all that?"

"About two grand a week," he said without a thought. His eyes were dark, and warm. This was the first time I got to really look at him closely. He was a very good-looking man, with that kind of rugged look, but with an aura of passion.

"No shit!" I was stunned to think that anyone could take home a cheque like that just for rubbing her ass in some guy's lap. I turned to watch the blonde continue to do her thing with my husband. Judging by his intent look, I knew he was really enjoying the gift from our host.

"Geez, I don't even make that a month...and I went to college for my job," I said with a slight hint of indignation. I knew that the kind of job these girls had came with some good financial rewards, but it wasn't a very healthy lifestyle.

"I'm sure you'd make one hell of sexy dancer," Nigel said. At first I thought this was just his little flirtation back at me. As he said this, he placed his hand on my thigh under our table. I wasn't sure where this was going, but I wasn't about to make any rash decisions - so I just let him keep his hand there. His other arm came up behind me and half rested on the top of the seat and my shoulders.

I continued to watch the girl dancing. She was really putting on a show for CJ, running her hands along his thighs, lowering her head to his lap, and surely just millimetres away from his dick. I shifted a little so I could see if my husband was getting a hard-on with all the teasing the girl was doing. As I did, my leg brushed against our host. Nigel leaned closer in to me. He slid his hand slid a little higher up my thigh and more towards that warm spot between them. I parted my legs just a little, but not enough to suggest that I was looking for anything more than his touch.

"In fact, I'm willing to bet you the same amount of money she makes in one week dancing, that you have exactly what it takes to be a dancer," he whispered in my ear.

"But that doesn't sound like a bet with a loosing side," I said without taking my eyes off the stripper. "What happens if I'm not?"

Nigel leaned even closer, and his finger found it's way to my pussy. I knew he'd be able to feel just how turned on I had been getting by watching the dancer, his touch and this kind of talk. By now I was starting to question my decision to wear anything under my skirt. But then again, I wasn't really expecting to be sitting in a strip club getting felt up by anyone other than my husband. As his lightly ran his finger along the outside of my panties, I closed my eyes in delight. I'm sure if he had continued I would have been shuddering in orgasm.

"Then you come and work for me here. One night, no strings, but no pay..."

"What do I have to do in this little bet of yours?" I asked without opening my eyes. I was still enjoying his touch way too much.

"One lap dance, four songs, just like her," he said. Nigel then slowly sucked my earlobe into his mouth. His breath was warm in my ear, and this drove me crazy.

"OK," I responded, before I even had a chance to second guess myself. "One private show, four songs and that's it."

I had completely surprised myself. I think I'm a pretty adventurous person, but I had never thought I'd end up agreeing to something quite like this. As if to seal the deal, I parted my legs under the table even more. I reached down between my legs and pulled the leg of my panties to the side, exposing my pussy to his touch. Nigel worked his finger round my now accessible dripping pussy. His touch felt incredible. Slowly he traced the outsides of my swollen lips, lightly running his finger up and then down, and then all over again. I leaned back into him, enjoying the moment. After getting me completely wet, he finally slid his finger deep into my pussy. I squeezed the muscles tightly as he began to finger fuck me.

"God, that feels so good," I said, slowly grinding myself against his touch.

I was getting so into his efforts that I hadn't even noticed the last song for CJ's dancer had ended. Nigel, perhaps not wanting to create an unnecessary scene, pulled his hand from between my legs. I opened my eyes and was about to protest when it hit me what I had just agreed to. I had made a deal to give this guy a private lap dance.

CJ turned around and glanced down at my lap. My own hand was still there and the hem of my skirt had exposed me to his view. I quickly adjusted myself - and noticed that a few of the patrons sitting close by had been watching. I wasn't sure if they could see what was happening to me, or had simply turned to watch the dancer with my husband. He winked at me and asked if I had enjoyed the show. The look on his face told me he knew something devilish was going on, but that maybe I was the one not in on the whole story.

Nigel hung around with us until closing time. I was almost fit to be tied, being so horny from the work Nigel had done on me, and the conversation that was taking place as each different girl got on stage to do her routine. Nigel and CJ would share their thoughts on what the girl was doing.

My jaw damn near hit the floor when CJ told Nigel that he should sign me up for a job.

The girl who had done the lap dance for my husband joined us at the table just as I was about to launch into my protest. Our host introduced her as Savannah, and it soon become apparent that she and Nigel had something going.

"Andee really enjoyed your dance," he told her. "And thinks that she can be just as hot."

I was practically speechless, since I had never said anything about her dancing. CJ kept looking at me with this strange look on his face. I was beginning to think I had been set up.

"Don't tell me he managed to talk you into a private show," Savannah said, with a little giggle. "Or should I say finger you into the deal...That's one of his oldest tricks in his book."

The three of them laughed, while I blushed at having been drawn into their game.

"Sweetie, there's no reason to be embarrassed," she said, gently stroking my hair. "Your husband has been in here for weeks asking questions and figuring out a way for you to live out one of your fantasies."

I was a little shocked. I hadn't really told CJ that I secretly wanted to strip in a club. Nothing more than just a one-time experience, but just for the thrill of being up on stage, having all those horny guys watching my ever move, getting them hard and turned on by teasing and wriggling to the music.

The guys got up to go shoot some pool while I tried to digest what I had gotten myself into. Savannah turned out to be quite the intelligent and charming girl. Unlike the stereotype of a "girl dancing her way through college", she was one who figured out that in a very short time she could make a lot of money - and experience a lot of hot times along the way.

I asked her if she had any advice for me, given that I was not about to welsh on my bet.

"OK. There's a real simple set-up. You use your first song to get his interest. A little teasing, running your hands, tossing your hair. Then, for your second song, you show him you're interested in how you feel. Lots of touching yourself, showing him a little more flesh, getting a little closer to him, but not touching.

"The third song is when you really want to pick it up. Faster music, faster moves. By the end, your top should be off and your boobs an inch from his eyes," she explained with a girlish laugh.

"And finally, the last song is where you try to take him just about as far as he can go before his splits his jeans. You saw how I was riding your husband's lap, rubbing myself on him...just remember, he's not allowed to move his hands," she said.

"After that, Hun, it's strictly between you and him," Savannah said, giving me a mischievous wink.

I was thinking that I knew what she was getting at, but until then, it hadn't crossed my mind that this would be anything more than me living up to my end of the deal.

Before we left the club, CJ and Nigel worked out the plans. My little dance would take place the following weekend at a nearby hotel. I would wait for Nigel to show up, perform my routine, and then he would head back to work. It sounded simple enough.

To be continued ...

Andee | Meet Me In The Shed

I found this one on my old laptop. I had long forgotten about it, but this story was something I had written for someone I was chatting with online almost 10 years ago. It was the first time I tried to create an erotic story. Might have to take the foundation here and build a better story.

I've been spending a lot of time in my backyard lately. Being as busy as I am, I normally don't, but a few weeks ago while I was doing the lovely job of weeding my flower bed, I noticed my neighbour watching me from an upstairs window at the back of his house.

At first I was startled.

He moved as soon as he saw me watching him and I didn't think much of it. Over the next week I noticed him a few more times watching me. My first instinct was to feel a little creepy, except that he was an exceptionally good looking man.  He had a nicely muscled body that appeared to be tanned all over ... not that I was staring back at him too hard. I also couldn't help but notice his amazing blue eyes and it was getting to the point where I could feel them on me.

The next time I went out to the yard I wore very short cut-off jeans and a tank top that I had cropped off just below by breasts.  "Let him look at this," I thought.

Sure enough I felt his eyes on me but when I looked up at the window he wasn't there. I was confused until a movement in the shrubbery caught my attention.

There was “Blue Eyes” watching me from behind the shrubs and he had the most wonderful smile on his face. I lowered my range of vision hoping to catch a glance of the rest of him. He stepped through the bushes to allow me a better look. He was also wearing jean cut-offs that left very little to the imagination as to what was underneath. And he was indeed tanned!

I raised my eyes to his as he stepped through into my yard. I could feel my nipples getting hard and I had a fluttering in my tummy. We didn't say anything to each other but when I turned around and headed for the shed he just naturally followed.

As soon as we were inside I dropped to my knees and undid his shorts. He was as excited as I was and groaned as I took his cock into my mouth. I wanted him good and ready for when I climbed on his dick. As it turned out I didn't do any climbing at all. He brought me to my feet and turned me around, taking me from behind.  It was all I could do to not scream out in pure pleasure.  We both came at the same time and sat quietly in the shed afterwards. 

Eventually he did up his shorts, caressed my breast and was gone.  Every now and again we meet up in the shed.

I still don't even know his name...

Miles | Night Flight

It was the second leg of a cross-country flight. The longer one. Leaving Chicago at 9:30, it wouldn’t get into Seattle until almost midnight local time. Drinks had been served and most passengers had settled into reading or sleep. Derek, however, had a deadline to meet. The glare from his laptop reflected on his face. And it partially lit the face of his seatmate, an attractive brunette a few years his junior.

The words on the page did not flow easily. The subject was credit spreads in the bond market and it was hard to imagine a less stimulating topic. That and the profile of the pretty lady in the next seat caused many words to be written and then deleted.

”Having trouble?” asked the voice to his right.

“Is it that obvious?” replied Derek.

“When you tap the keys for twenty minutes and there’s only a half a page of text, it’s a pretty good hint.” She said this with a friendly smile.

“You’re good. Does this detective have a name? I’m Derek.”

“Andrea is on the driver’s license. But Andee will do.” Derek couldn’t stop looking at her smile.

Over the next fifteen minutes they exchanged tidbits about their lives. She had some knowledge of investments, but only from the angle of a retirement saver. Derek was a professional money manager. They had just enough in common to know they didn’t want to talk about stocks and bonds right then.

One advantage of first class is the supply of alcohol. Derek’s drink was scotch on the rocks with water on the side. Andee was having vodka tonics. They discovered that they both liked martinis with olives, but that was too much to ask from United. The flight attendant seemed to be particularly liberal with his pours. Derek assumed he wanted everyone to fall asleep so he could eat his dinner in peace. The strategy seemed to be working throughout the cabin. Derek and Andee sipped and chatted away.

The console between the seats formed a natural barrier between the travelers. One they seemed to want to overcome as they increasingly leaned toward each other as they spoke. At one point Andee spontaneously reached out for Derek’s arm as she laughed at one of his stories. It surprised both of them. She removed her hand, but wasn’t quick about it.

Her smile was perfectly enchanting and Derek thought it was the most natural and spontaneous he had seen in a long time. Then he realized it was mostly her eyes. Tinted only somewhat by her contacts, they were absolutely electric in communicating her inner spirit. He could, and did, stare at them unashamedly.

The words spoken were less important than the flow of feelings. Both had needed to laugh for a longer time than they realized or admitted. This chance encounter worked wonders for both of them. Andee leaned her elbow on the console and rested her chin on her hand. After one clever comment, Derek laughed and reached out and gently stroked her cheek.

“You are too funny,” he said. “And you’re a temptress with that smile of yours.” The alcohol had made him bolder. Andee’s drinks had allowed her not to mind. She closed her eyes and focused on his touch. It was light, but conveyed a sensitivity she liked.

The cabin lights were dimmed, leaving the computer and the reading lamps as their only source of illumination. Everyone else in first class was sleeping or trying to.

“Well, I think this is a lost cause,” said Derek as he began the power down sequence for his laptop. In a few seconds the screen was black and he was placing his machine in its case under the seat in front of him. He took the opportunity to glance over at Andee’s legs. Graceful shape, good tone. He was glad she was wearing a skirt, even a conservative one with a sweater, rather than a pants suit. He wasn't wild however about the dark stockings, which he assumed were pantyhose.

“I need to excuse myself for a second,” he said and Andee unbuckled her seat belt and stepped into the aisle. Derek went into the head, did his business, and washed up. Looking at himself in the mirror he wondered if all this was really going as nicely as it seemed or was he deluding himself. When he returned to his row, Andee said, “My turn.” She popped up with her purse in hand.

Derek turned off one of the reading lights when she was gone and wished he had a dimmer for the other. Andee reappeared and slid into her seat. Something was different, but it took Derek a moment to realize that the stockings had disappeared. Andee curled up in her seat facing Derek and then covered her lap and legs with a blanket. She stretched to turn off her lamp bringing the cabin to almost complete darkness.

They both leaned forward and resumed their conversation about nothing in particular. The lack of light reduced even further whatever reservations they had previously felt. Smiling, laughing and now touching hands continuously, their faces moved forward until their first, gentle kiss became an inevitability. They pulled back slightly, but then moved back for a second, more lingering effort.

The console was padded and by now this was the spot most occupied by the travelers. Derek nuzzled Andee’s neck as she cooed. Her arms reached out to embrace him as best she could given the barrier between. Derek’s left hand slid under her sweater and he relished the softness of her skin and the trimness of her waistline. This wonderfully passionate teenage kissing and modest groping continued for several minutes, punctuated by increasingly futile efforts to talk.

Derek’s hand moved up Andee’s rib cage and he felt the back of her bra. She pushed herself more toward him and shifted around to improve his access. She only sighed as he undid the clasp in back. He immediately moved his hand forward and slipped it under the lightly padded cup. A lovely, full breast with a delightfully extended nipple. He carefully held her whole breast as their kisses deepened. Gently he stroked her nipple making it even firmer.

As her passion built Andee’s hands weren’t completely idle. “Where’s your blanket?” she whispered. Derek reached to the floor and held it up to her.

“I’m already a little hot,” he said with a smile.

“Just wait,” said Andee as she laid the blanket across his lap and the console.

She reached under his blanket and found his right thigh slightly raised. With each stroke she got closer to Derek’s engorged cock, only held in check by his boxer briefs. Finally, her hand made no pretensions to any other destination and she felt his fully erect penis through his clothes.

“No fair. You get to feel skin,” she whispered as she unzipped his trousers and released his straining cock through the fly in the shorts. Her slow long strokes were phenomenal to Derek. She could sense his balls tightening. He squeezed her breast more as his breathing quickened.

By now she was fully masturbating Derek and he was about to come. “You’re going to make a mess,” he whispered as he tried to slow her down.

“Nothing I can’t clean up,” came the reply.

He forcefully removed her hand at that point and kissed her hard. She responded in kind and then made her wishes unambiguous. “I want to take you in my mouth.”

The cabin was nearly dark and the flight attendants were nowhere to be found. Derek shifted around in his seat, his erect penis emerging from under the blanket. Andee immediately bent down and kissed the end of his knob.

Her masterful tongue work astounded Derek. Long strokes on the sides of his shaft and gentle licks on his now pulsing balls. She looked up to see the intense pleasure on Derek’s face and then slowly took in the entire length. Slowly at first and then more rapidly she alternated sucks and licks to bring him ever closer to ecstasy. She sensed her power over him and it made her bolder, and her pussy wetter. He bent down and whispered, “I’m coming.” Gobs of ejaculate spewed up into Andee’s eagerly awaiting mouth. She swallowed every drop and then licked him clean.

She came up and kissed him fully on the mouth. He could taste his salty essence, but was more overwhelmed by her heat. He repositioned his blanket and leaned to her ear, whispering, “Now I want to taste you.”

“That’s going to be a little harder in these seats, I think,” came the reply.

“We’ll see,” said Derek as his hand moved up Andee’s thigh that was widely spread under her blanket. Her skirt had worked itself up and posed little obstacle. Derek was anticipating sliding his hand under her panties when he was pleasantly surprised to find she was wearing none. Her trimmed bush was soaked with her juices, which Derek spread around her swollen pussy lips with soft strokes.

He brought his dripping fingers to his mouth. “Delicious,” he whispered as his hand went back for a second helping. He alternated stroking her clit and inserting first one and then two fingers into her anxiously awaiting pussy. Andee’s breathing intensified as she sat straighter in the chair encouraging deeper penetration. She muffled her orgasmic cries into Derek’s shoulder.

“Now I want you inside me,” she purred. Derek’s erection was almost fully returned from the passion of the moment. “How?” came his reply.

Andee glanced around the plane and saw absolutely no motion. She pulled Derek’s blanket off his lap, revealing his erect cock. Quickly she bunched her skirt at her waist and moved over to Derek’s seat, straddling him. Effortlessly she guided his penis into her sopping pussy. He was completely inside her. She made an attempt to cover her ass with her skirt.

She rocked almost imperceptibly, stimulating her clit as she relished the sense of fullness. Andee bit on her hand to muffle her cries as she quickly reached another, more intense orgasm.

Derek held her close as their breathing slowly returned to normal. They nuzzled and kissed. Suddenly they remembered where they were and they eagerly scanned the cabin. They giggled to each other as the rest of the plane appeared to sleep.

Andee slid back to her seat and then said, “Time to clean up.” Planting a quick kiss on Derek’s forehead, she disappeared to the head. Derek rearranged his clothes. She came back a few minutes later, hair combed, pantyhose back on Derek frowned at the implications, but also decided he liked the fully wrapped package too.

“Do we have time for a nap?” Andee asked.

“We have a little under an hour left.”

“That’s plenty for a little snuggle,” and Andee leaned over the console, pulling her blanket over them.

Derek held her as best he could and in doing so realized she had removed her bra in the bathroom. He gently cupped her right breast and kissed her cheek. She purred and they both nodded off.

Seemingly seconds later they sensed the cabin lights coming on and they heard the message from the flight deck. They straightened up and once again looked like a random professional couple. By then they were anything but.

They exchanged business cards and laughed when they discovered they lived only 30 miles apart. Andee had been on an earlier flight from their home airport of Toronto and had paused in Chicago for a meeting. Pure chance or fate had brought these neighbours together.

Andee was staying with family in Seattle and thought it a bit awkward to bring along a new friend. Their in-flight adventure would have to hold them until they got home in two days. They both agreed, however, that they needed to pick up where they left off. Only next time they would proceed without the console.

Camel | The Casino Bar

The room was relatively typical for a hotel. A large king-sized bed took up most of the space, along with the usual television/dresser combo.

Andee put her suitcase on the bed and made the routine check of the bathroom, closet and view out the window. She wondered if her husband had even checked in himself, until she noticed his case discreetly tucked away beside the desk. She noticed another plain envelope on the pillows of the bed, and picked it up. It was also marked "Just For You" like the one back home, except this one was a little heavier.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Andee opened it. As she did, a plastic card dropped into her lap. It was a hotel "smart" card, she learned as she began to read the note:

"This card will provide you with everything you need on arrival. Use it instead of cash, as all expenses have already been looked after."

Andee heard a knock on the door, just as she began to read more of what was written. She went to see whom it was, perhaps thinking her husband may be checking to see if she had arrived. Looking through the keyhole, Andee saw that it was a hotel staff member, and she opened the door.

"This is for you, ma'am," the smartly dressed young man said, handing her a garment bag from the hotel.

"Are you sure? I just arrived and haven't left anything to be delivered," she politely replied.

"I know, but a gentleman left me very clear directions to deliver this to this room once you had checked in."

She thanked the young man, and found it a bit odd that he refused her tip, saying that he was not allowed to accept anything from her during her stay. She closed the door and walked back to the bed where she lay the bag down and unzipped it. Inside was a sensation dress, one of the sexiest Andee had seen. A matching pair of shoes was also tucked inside, along with a note and another small package.

"Everything you need for this evening is found in this delivery. Other than your hotel card, you are not allowed to bring any other items tonight. That includes your wedding rings. See you at 8:00 p.m."

Andee flipped the card over, looking to see if there was anything else that might explain the strange delivery. The writing was not in a hand she recognized. She was intrigued, yet somehow felt very comfortable with the events that had been unfolding since the day her husband left on this business trip. She knew whatever was in the works, he wouldn't put her in harm's way.

Opening the small package, Andee gasped as a gorgeous necklace and earrings were found inside ... and then another small chain she figured was an anklet.

She went back to reading the first letter she had uncovered, mildly amused that the whole adventure was turning into something like a scavenger hunt. The note explained that she was to get ready for an evening of excitement and passion, with instructions of where she needed to be and when. Looking at the clock on the nightstand, Andee saw that she had some time to catch a nap, and then get to work on getting ready for her first night in Las Vegas.

Upon waking from her nap, Andee had a shower and wrapped herself in a towel. She took the dress out from the garment bag for a closer inspection. It was a very sexy red number, and would definitely be tight-fitting. Andee's stomach jumped a little at the thought of having to put it on - especially since the weekend rules meant no panties. If she even twisted the wrong way in this thing, everyone would surely catch a glimpse of everything she had to offer, Andee thought.

After drying her hair and applying make-up, Andee stood naked before the mirror. Talking to herself, she tried to find the right words to build up the nerve to slip into her outfit and leave her hotel room. The dress was tight, but Andee did kind of like the way it felt on her, and how the cut seemed almost perfect to make her assets look their best. She slipped the matching shoes on, and took a few steps around the room to ensure she wouldn't fall flat on her face. Fortunately, they were tasteful heels and not quite the "stripper" shoes she thought her husband might go for.

Finally, she put on the jewelry, grabbed her card, and took a deep breath. Looking at herself again in the full-length mirror, Andee could barely see any resemblance of the mother and wife that she left behind in Ontario. It would be pretty obvious to just about anyone who wanted to look that she wasn't wearing anything underneath the tiny slip of red fabric. Although, even Andee had to admit, with the way the dress was hanging, and the shoes she had on, her legs looked amazing. And, no doubt, they would probably get a lot of looks anyway, since almost every inch was on display. Andee had never worn anything like this in public. The butterflies in her stomach returned, and she had to almost force herself out of her room and into the hotel hallway.

Emerging from the elevator on the ground floor, Andee was very self-conscious about the looks she was getting. In her mind she imagined the other guests must think she was a "working girl;" in reality, she was one of the most beautiful sites to behold. Men smiled at her as she walked past, and into the casino area. The floor was alive with people playing the slots and table games. As she slowly made her way to the casino bar, she could hear the occasional comment from some of the guys ... all of which were along the lines of "Wow!" and "Oh man, take a look at her."

Andee wasn't used to the attention, and she could feel herself blushing a little. But she also was enjoying the feeling, and soon the butterflies had completely vanished. She was beginning to relish the new self-confidence she was experiencing at the moment. It had been a long time - almost too long - since she felt like a sexual being and not "Mom."

"Hello, Andee," the bartender said as he put a margarita down in front of her.

Andee was a bit taken aback, as she had never been in the bar before, and she had only just managed to get her butt onto the barstool without losing her dignity.

"Thank-you, but how did you ..."

"I know all about you, and don't worry. My name is Rick, and I will look after anything you need tonight," he said to her, waving his hand as she offered her hotel card. "Oh, and I do mean anything."

Andee figured her husband must have set this whole thing up. She smiled at Rick and turned around in her stool to face the rest of the bar. She scanned the room to see if she could see him anywhere, figuring he must be close enough to be watching all of this.

Looking around she caught a few of the men staring at her. It was a little peculiar, as she was flattered and on edge at the same time. She was enjoying this game, but was hoping her husband was going to emerge from the shadows soon, and they could begin their weekend of fun together.

"I guess it would be a little too cliché to ask if you come here often," a voice asked from beside her.

Andee turned to see a nice-looking man, whom she figured was in his mid-thirties, leaning in beside her barstool.

"Uh ...no, actually," she offered back in a bit of an awkward manner. "I'm actually waiting for someone."

Andee knew it sounded kind of lame. It wasn't the best brush off that she could offer, but she still felt very much out of her element among the crowd in the casino bar. She was here, living out a little fantasy she thought, and the other player was nowhere to be found.

"Oh, I see," he said in return. "Well, would you mind if I sat down and just chatted with you while you wait? I really hate to see such a beautiful woman sitting alone. Not to mention, I would love to shake the hand of the man who is privileged enough to meet you here."

Andee was amused by his reply, thinking all along of how much of a pick-up the guy was trying to put on her. But, sensing if she didn't find someone to occupy her waiting time with, the sharks would soon begin to circle ... and that made her even more uneasy than the idea of talking to this stranger.

Besides, she thought, looking into his eyes, he wasn't too bad looking.

"Sure, but I really am waiting for someone," she said.

He smiled and nodded. The stranger introduced himself as Tony. He made small talk with Andee, explaining he was in Las Vegas also for a convention. Andee learned that he was also married - although that was something she had not divulged - and was from a fairly normal life somewhere in Everyday USA.

They talked for a while, and Andee slowly became more comfortable with Tony. She had completely lost track of how much time had passed as they laughed and shared stories about themselves. And while she was loosening up a little, Andee also kept the important information to herself. Figuring she was here for fun, she made up little things about herself to tell Tony.

When he asked her what she did for a living, Andee fibbed a little - well, actually a lot - and said she was a sales rep for a line of lingerie and adult marital aids. They laughed for a bit as she told him about some of the "sales meetings" she had been too and some of the best sellers.

"So, what do you do," she finally asked Tony, trying to turn the conversation back towards something hopefully a little more truthful and not as sexual.

"Funny you should ask," he replied. "Not a word of a lie, I sell all the little things they put in bathroom vending machines. You know, the disposable tooth brushes, cheap cologne samples ... condoms ..."

Andee must have really gotten a strange look on her face at that last mention ... and she couldn't be sure if things were getting too close to the edge, when Tony leaned in very close to her and asked what kind of condom she liked best.

She wasn't sure if it was Rick's margaritas or that she was finally in the mood to carry the moment to the limits, but when she heard herself answer Tony, she was surprised at how easily the words came. Pausing a moment to look her new friend directly in the eye, then leaning ever so slightly to put her mouth almost right beside Tony's ear.

"To be honest ... Tony ... I like any type of condom, as long as it's wrapped around a nice ... hard ... cock," she said in a very low and sexy voice.

"I have no doubt that a lady like you would ever see anything but," Tony replied with a devious little wink.

At what seemed to be the almost perfect moment, Rick stepped up in front of the flirtatious couple, and slid Andee another drink. But this time, just under the edge of the glass was a small piece of paper, folded. Rick tapped the coaster and gave Andee a little look that indicated she needed to read what was written. Knowingly, the bartender engaged Tony in some small talk about the casino while Andee casually read the note.

"Something wrong?" Tony asked her.

"Seems like the person I was supposed to meet will be a little delayed," she replied. Not that she was disappointed. She had been enjoying Tony's company, and the flirtation has reached a very intriguing level.

She asked Rick if he had the time. She had been waiting, and chatting with her Midwestern condom salesman for well over an hour, and Rick's drinks were beginning to go to her head. Andee asked the bartender if there was somewhere convenient to get something to eat. Rick said if she wanted to move to a table, he would arrange for some food to be brought out to her.

Andee and Tony moved to a quiet table for two in a less exposed area of the bar. The atmosphere was very funky, and the chairs were set low, making it difficult for her to sit without flashing half of the room. But by now, her inhibitions were fading fast, and she smiled as she caught Tony trying to catch a flash up the hem of her dress as she dropped into the chair.

"Enjoy that?" she asked with a little grin on her face.

"Well, Andee ... I would love to enjoy that, and more," Tony replied a little more matter-of-factly.

Their conversation continued along that line as Andee snacked on the dishes that arrived at the table. As they chatted, drank and ate, she became much more relaxed and flirtatious. They shared some of their past sexual adventures, and she found herself growing more and more attracted to this man she had just met.

Andee had hardly noticed that as they spoke, Tony would shuffle and adjust his chair just slightly ever few minutes. After Rick dropped off what must have been the fourth margarita, she purposefully watched Tony's eyes as she reached for her glass. It dawned on her that as she would lean forward, her dinner guest would be able to sneak a glance into the top of her dress, and probably see right to her nipples. And when she would lean back, the hem would ride high on her thigh.

Feeling a little more playful now, Andee uncrossed her legs, knowing that when she would lean back, Tony - and anyone else sitting in the right spot - would likely be able to tell that she had a nice clean Brazilian wax.

Andee parted her thighs just enough to allow Tony a peek all the way up. She watched his eyes fixed on her legs, and it turned her on to know she was teasing the hell out of this guy. Keeping her legs just slightly parted, Andee pretended to pull down on the hem of her dress, knowing that in reality it would never cover things. She kept her hands on her thighs, and let her fingers gently stroke the insides of them.

She smiled a very sexy smile at Tony as he licked his lips and then found himself locked eye to eye with her.

"Caught you looking," she said in a very vixen-like way.

"Yeah, you did," he said, shifting in his seat. "I can't believe that some guy has left you waiting for this long. Pardon me for saying, but I wouldn't leave alone for a second after seeing just how sexy you are."

Andee smiled back at Tony, and eased back into her chair. As she sipped on the last of her drink, she held her eyes on him and allowed her legs to part a little more. She thought to herself how turned on she had become, and how much she was enjoying the obvious reaction she was producing in Tony's pants. And, of course, it was pretty obvious that she was horny.

"My, oh my," he whispered under his breath at the now fully exposed look he was getting from her. "If I was a braver man, I'd suggest we find our way to somewhere a lot more private."

"What do you have in mind, Tony?" Andee practically purred back. "Don't tell me that you have a few product samples handy?"

She was almost giddy with how the moment was progressing. And she was also surprised with how forward a few drinks had made her. So, as she found herself alone in the hotel elevator with this stranger, Andee found it was quiet easy to engage in a deep kiss with Tony as they rode up, towards his floor.

He had pressed her against the wall of the elevator and with one hand on the back of her head, held her in a perfect kissing position ... and also left his other hand free to explore her body. Tony stroked her breasts gently as he moved his hand down. Andee was so turned on by the aggressive nature of this stranger that she hardly gave it a second thought as he slid his hand under the hem of his dress and fondled her moist pussy.

By the time the elevator came to a stop, Andee was completely turned on from the kissing and fingering Tony gave her. Like a couple of horny teenagers, they quickly made their way down the hall, and into his hotel room. In a matter of seconds, they were on the bed making out.

Andee found that Tony was a bit of a rough kisser, but after the several drinks she had, it was easily forgivable because she was horny and wanting a lot more than just a little lip-lock.

As he lay kissing her, Tony's hand quickly found its way between her legs. Andee spread herself wider to allow him total access to her pussy. She moaned and arched herself against his hand as his middle finger slid from teasing her clit to up inside her. Tony continued to slide his finger in and out of Andee's moist hole as he kissed his way down her neck and to her breasts. He gently nipped at her swollen nipples through the fabric of her dress, making them grow hard. Andee could barely stand the teasing a he added a second finger to the action between her legs, and pulled the top of her dress aside so she could feel her lover's mouth directly on her flesh.

After a few more minutes of this steamy foreplay, Andee broke off the kissing.

"Where are those samples," she whispered between moans.

Tony got up off the bed and went to a case on his desk while Andee pulled off her dress. She lay on his bed in nothing more than her jewelry and high heels, not being too bothered to take the time to remove them. Tony quickly stripped off his clothes and Andee finally got a good look at the stranger who had made her so wet and willing to cast aside her marriage vows for a few hours.

His cock was hard and pointing at her as he stood at the foot of the bed. He was nicely built below the waist. Andee figured he must be close to 7-inches long and thick. She was practically drooling as she watched him roll a condom down his shaft. She always loved watching guys handle themselves when they were turned on ... even more so when she knew she was responsible for their hard-on. In no time, Tony was kneeling between her legs, and she felt him rubbing the head of his cock along her sensitive pussy lips. Andee raised her knees and spread herself just a little more. She lifted her butt off the bed slightly, inviting Tony to enter her.

It was driving her wild, feeling the head of his cock just on the outer edge of her pussy. She desperately wanted to feel him inside her. She had longed for a good hard fuck and to her this guy was taking a little too long. She reached down with her hand and wrapped it around his condom-covered dick and started to direct him into her moist hole. It felt so good, sliding in deeper and deeper. It made her feel full, with his thickness and length. Andee loved the sensation of having a man enter her for the first time.

Tony gently pushed himself all the way in, as Andee arched her hips against the penetration, tilting her head back and letting out a long moaning "oh gawd ..." She could feel his heavy balls against her ass, at first just gently tapping her as he began to pump in and out, then faster and harder as Tony's cock filled her completely.

Like her fantasy, Andee caressed the strong arms of the stranger who was now buried deep inside her pussy. She put one hand on the nape of his neck and began to match his rocking motion, feeling the incredible sensations as the head of his cock would find its way to the end of her vagina.

Together they fucked like this, moaning, thrusting, and kissing. Andee was blown away by the stamina of this stud on top of her, and it made her want more. His cock was so hard, and it made her mind run wild.

"I want doggy," she muttered between the deep thrusts that caused her to let out an uncontrollable little "uhn" each time Tony pushed his steel-hard rod into her.

Quickly, he stopped, rolled Andee over and positioned himself as she got on all fours. Her ass was glistening from the moisture her pussy had let dribble down.

"Cute tattoo," he said, rubbing his hand over the Playboy bunny she had on her right cheek. "Kind of appropriate since it seems like you enjoy fucking like a rabbit."

Andee giggled a little and pushed her butt up a bit more, inviting him to find his way back into her.

Tony slid his cock back into her and she thought for a second he might come right out her mouth. She hadn't felt this penetrated by a man before; he was so hard and big. The head of his huge cock rubbed against her g-spot, sending a little 'jolt' of excitement through her body. As he began to fuck her again, her mind was going wild with desire and satisfaction.

Just when she thought she had reached the point of ecstasy, Andee felt Tony lightly playing with her asshole. She loved how her husband would fondle her from behind when they did doggy-style at home. Tony must have sensed how much she enjoyed it - probably from the constant moaning - so when his thumb slid into her asshole, Andee let out a loud "oh gawd, yes ..." She felt even tighter now, with him finger-fucking her ass and still grinding away at her pussy. With each inward slide she would arch back against him pubic bone, forcing his cock in as deep as it could go.

Andee reached back and began to rub her clit as Tony continued to drive her hard. She felt his balls, now slapping against her hand as she played with herself. She loved how it felt, and how much this man was stretching her cunt. Andee's fingers moved faster, running along the side of her little love button, massaging that spot she knew would bring out an orgasm. The utter pleasure of being taken from behind by this massive dick soon started down the road to what she wanted.

She could feel her clit begin to swell, as blood rushed to it in preparation for the release Andee desperately wanted now. She knew Tony could sense she was close to cumming because her grabbed her by the hips and started to fuck her harder and harder. She thought for sure he would split her open with his large member. Harder and faster she bucked against Tony's cock as she worked her magic with her own hand.

"Oh yes ... yes .... yes ..... yes," Andee started to groan as her climax began.

Her body shuddered and every muscle in her pussy twitched as her orgasm rocked through her. Her moaning had set off her sex partner, as his cock got unbelievably harder. Andee could feel Tony was also close to cumming, and reached back to caress his balls. She squeezed her pussy muscles as tight as she could, still throbbing from her own orgasm. Her husband had always said there was nothing like fucking a "just-cummmed pussy," and now she was beginning to think there was something to it.

Tony felt so big and solid inside her. She could feel him as he started to swell to the point of shooting his load. Tony started grunting, grabbing her hips hard and then with one final huge thrust, rammed his cock as deep into her as he could. Andee could feel every throb as Tony came. She continued to massage his balls as they jumped up and down in her hand as they emptied his sperm.

Tony slowly withdrew his still twitching cock from her pussy, and crashed onto the bed beside her. She moved to lay her head on his chest and continued to play with his balls as his dick began to relax back to a semi-flaccid state. Slowly it came back to her mind - as it cleared from the sexual heaven it had drifted to - that she had just been thoroughly fucked by someone she had just met in a bar.

She lay beside Tony for a few minutes, until the all-too familiar deep breathing of a man after sex began.

Andee slid off the bed quietly, and found her dress on the floor. Quickly, she slipped it back on, and snuck into the bathroom to rearrange herself the best she could and clean up what she could from between her legs. The one good thing about condom sex was no male cum, but her pussy was swollen and still quiet sensitive from all the action.

She gave one final quick glance to the guy that had just rocked her into understanding why Las Vegas is called Sin City, and quietly snuck out of his room.

In the ride down in the elevator, she was joined by a few other hotel guests and wondered if they could tell by her flushed face that she had just been naughty. She asked one for the time, and was shocked to  learn it was now approaching midnight. She was supposed to meet her husband an hour ago in the bar, according to the note Rick had slipped to her with the drink.

She quickly made her way back to the row of bar stools and sat down in one.

"Nice to see you made it back," a familiar voice said.

Andee turned to her left to see her husband now sitting in the stool beside her. Her stomach jumped. She wasn't sure how to react, still wondering how much he knew, or saw, of what had taken place.

"I do hope you're not going to stick with that tired cliché of 'What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas'," he said before she could say anything, leaning in very close to her. Andee felt his hand high on her thigh, and before she could stop him, his finger sliding across her soaking pussy. She knew he would feel that she had just had sex ... a lot of sex.

"Because I want to hear every tiny little detail," he whispered in her ear as his finger slid into her.

Andee grinned that little grin she always had when she was feeling turned on and naughty. For a moment she wondered if her throbbing pussy could take anymore, and then decided it definitely could ... and would as she slid off the bar stool and took her husband's hand.

"Rick," she said, turning the bartender. "Save my seat. I'll be back for more before last call."