Claire sighed as she looked into the mirror. She wondered what on earth she was doing. Her life had fallen into a terrible rut lately and she felt it all through her body and it was in danger of creeping into her soul. Then she received a cryptic email from her husband Craig. In it he requested that she meet him downtown at a quiet little bar she had heard was nice but had never been to. He had told her what to wear and what not to wear. She applied the finishing touches to the liner that framed her emerald eyes and the crimson on her full lips. She ran her fingers through her luxurious auburn hair giving it a last brush for that devil may care look. She smoothed her dress with her hands. She had loved this dress when she bought it but had never had the opportunity (or courage, she had to admit) to wear it. She was wearing a short silky dress with buttons down the front, thigh high stockings and four-inch stiletto heels. She had to admit that she looked stunning. No more delaying, it was time to go.
As she stepped to the curb to hail a cab she felt the warm breeze flow under her dress and caress her naked body. She had never gone out in public without underwear. She felt vulnerable and silly at the same time. In the cab she squirmed as she felt the silk press against the naked skin of her back and the coolness of the vinyl through the material on her ass and thighs. As the streets flew by the feeling of being naughty was beginning to spark inside her and her mind filled with anticipation.
When she arrived at the bar she stood in the doorway and waited for her eyes to adjust to the dimness. There was a group of ten or so men around watching a game on the television. Of course all eyes were drawn to her the moment the door closed behind her. She looked around for Craig but it was obvious that he wasn't there and the disappointment showed on her face. She looked at her watch, sighed and moved to one of the high tables by the wall opposite the bar. She sat down on one of the barstools that surrounded the table, crossing her long silky legs and making herself comfortable. An attractive young waitress approached her and she ordered a gin and tonic with two limes. She took in the room, surveying the men at the bar but taking notice of no one in particular. She glanced once again at the television to see what's on. Seeing nothing that inspired any interest there either she sighed opened her purse and pulled out a small mirror to check her make-up and hair. She realized that she was the only woman apart from the waitress in the place and she felt a quick thrill at being the center of attention. So was this what Craig had in mind?
The waitress returned with her drink and she smiled warmly and thanked her. The room was very warm and the cool glass felt good in her hand. She brought the straw to her mouth and darted her tongue out to catch it and draw it between her full red lips. A few men grinned in appreciation as the cool liquid surged up the straw and washed over her tongue. As she idly sipped her drink her shoe fell off her heel and dangled on her toe. It bounced lightly there off her stockinged foot. She set the glass down on the table and brought her fingers damp with the cool condensation from the glass to her neck. She traced her fingers along her neck and down the top of her chest. As her hand moved down the top button of her dress popped open, she closed her eyes and moved her neck from side to side stretching out the tension of the day. Her cool fingers traveled down a little farther until the second button popped open. Her hand moved up to her shoulder and back to her neck then down to the glass cool and firm against her fingers such a change from her warm moist skin. When she opened her eyes she saw that more men had taken notice of her, their eyes smiling with thankfulness to be in the presence of such a stunning woman. She returned a vague smile to all and glanced again at the TV.
She took another sip of her drink and bent down to capture her heel and placed it back on her foot. Her cool fingers played along the smooth silkiness of her ankle. Her dress fell open at the neck and her breasts came into view. Their fullness and the glimpse of her nipple now had the rapt attention of everyone in the bar. Her hair fell in front of her eyes and she couldn't see the lust she was inspiring in the crowd. Sitting up she brushed her hair from her face and casually sipped her drink. Shifting her weight she uncrossed her legs and her thighs parted for a moment. She felt the air on the warm moist flesh of her skin. It moved up her dress with the eyes of all the men to her beautiful smooth pussy. She felt the gasp in the room as the men drank in her loveliness. From the corner of her eye she saw the waitress at the end of the bar biting her lip as her eyes flashed at her. She turned her head and locked eyes with the cute young blonde woman. She turned on her stool away from the bar to face the waitress alone. She slid her hand up her thigh and traced outline of her wet lips circling her clit making her thighs quiver. She brought her fingertips to her mouth and ran her moisture over her lips and darted her tongue out for a quick lick. She had the waitress completely under her spell. The young blonde's hand was busy under her own skirt as she massaged her pussy staring at what she wanted so desperately. She was a sexual magnet charging the room with sparks of eroticism. Her moment with the waitress had not gone unnoticed by the men in the room though they couldn't see exactly what is was she was up to. The faces of the men were flushed and she saw one or two moving to display or conceal their erections depending on their temperament or pride. Turning to face the bar again, she re-crossed her legs ending the show. A few men rose from their stools but Craig suddenly appeared at her side kissing her cheek and apologized for keeping her waiting. As he hugged her, she felt his hard cock against her hip. She turned her face to him and his mouth was on hers, their tongues dueling for possession, warm and thick and rolling over each other. As they kiss she rose and wrapped her arms around him. Easing apart he wrapped his arm around her waist and led her toward the door. The men behind them grumbled and cursed under their breath to be so close to such a goddess and not to have her.
"Excellent job gorgeous. I've told you that you could give a dead man a hard on. Maybe now you'll believe me," Craig whispered in her ear as they left.
They set out into the warm air giggling to themselves at the wreckage she left behind in the club. They walked to the curb and he took her in his arms again, admiring the played of the dusk light on her beautiful eyes and face. He kissed her lips softly and moved his lips down her neck to her shoulder. As his lips moved to the top of her chest he could smell her light perfume and the faint hint of her arousal coming up from under her dress.. Her hips and waist and back were soft and silky in his hands as he caressed her. Her knee ran up and down between his thighs with a silky glide. She gave a small moan of frustration and he knew it was time to go. Traffic was light as he stepped off the curb to hail a cab. His fingers played on her ribs while her hand moved down his stomach to his erection. She stroked his hard cock through the soft fabric of his trousers tracing its length and width feeling its pulse against her fingertips. Her thumb caressed the head creating a damp spot of precum on the front of his pants.
"Now you're a marked man lover", she whispered into his ear with a hot breath.
The cab pulled up and he opened the door for her. She eased down onto the seat and let her legs fall open, her eyes locked with his. She giggled as his glance darted down to the tops of her stockings and to her gorgeous treasure as she scooted further into the cab. He moved in beside her and gave the driver the address of a luxury hotel. As they pulled away his lips were on hers their hungry mouths devouring each other. Her hair was soft in his hands. She felt his fingertips against her scalp and down the back of her neck across her shoulder and down her chest. Her breast rose up with her breath into his hand. His fingers danced over the top of her lovely breast and down the outside and under it. He felt its weight and fullness. She felt his fingertips make lazy circles around her breast and she whimpered into his mouth. Her nipple swelled and pulsed begging for more attention. Round and round they went moving toward the center of her desire. Then like a spark she felt his fingertip flick across the angry red tip of her nipple. Opening her eyes she connected with the driver through the rearview mirror. He froze for a second then shot his eyes forward to the road. She broke their kiss and pushed him back against the seat. Her hand moved up his thigh to his belt stroking the soft leather appreciatively. Unbuckling his belt and opening his trousers she gasped with surprise at his lack of underwear.
