It had been a long boring day at the convention. I was glad I could finally sneak out. The only good thing about tending a business convention was the opportunity to get laid in the evening, I thought as I took the elevator down to the bar. "Well, if not laid, then pleasantly drunk and there was always Mother Thumb and her four daughters to make the evening pass with some degree of pleasure." Ah, but I didn't intend to resort to my hand tonight if I could find a willing gal, and ducking out of the boring lecture early gave me the advantage to pick up someone nice before the crowd of horny conventioneers descended and ruined it for everyone.
I walked into the bar and gave it the once-over. There were a few girls about and only a couple of other guys. They were older, middle-aged guys, probably discussing the damn business lectures we had been hearing all day. That meant there was a good chance for me. I knew what I wanted and it was definitely not a night of chitchat about work.
I ordered a Scotch and sat at the bar. Two gals sat at the far end, giggly and chatting like a couple of high school girls. Not bad looking and barely of legal age, but I hoped for someone more poised and composed. A couple of other ladies sat at a table near the door. And I do mean ladies... ladies of the evening that is, aging ladies of the evening at that. They were obviously hookers and getting on in years. I marked them down as a last resort, a bit old for my tastes, but what the hell. I didn't like paying for sex, but it still beats the old hand job.
I turned my attention to the only other woman in the place, a brunette at a table in the corner. I had seen her upstairs before lunch. If I remembered correctly, she was tall and stacked with curves to make a man cream in his jeans. I glanced under the table. Her long legs stuck out from a short red skirt - not too short or slutty - but revealing. Her calves curved down into slim ankles and small feet sleeved in high black heels. The points just kept racking on this babe and she was definitely the one I had seen earlier. That might give me some kind of an edge, I thought. She sipped a drink and scanned the room.
I felt a strong attraction to her... in other words, a stiffness in my pants. She had a quality about her that seemed mysterious and aloof and my cock throbbed in a desire to get to know her.
Okay, I had my target, but before I could make a move, one of the other men walked up to her and said something. She laughed and turned partially to the wall.
"Ouch, he struck out big time," I thought. Probably dished out some dumb line like, "What's a gorgeous doll like you doing in a dump like this?" No, I knew right away, that a line wouldn't work on her; she wanted honesty.
I told the barkeep to send her a fresh drink and waited for him to point me out to her. When he did, she smiled and nodded her head ever so slightly. It was my invitation. Now to make my move. The hunt was on. I walked over and thought of what to say. By the time I got there, I had my plan of attack down. Honesty it would be.
"Hi, I'm Mark. You look lonely. If you invite me to sit down, we might be on our way to a little adventure. If you're not looking for adventure, then let's have a drink and chat a bit; pass the time." Simple. Straight forward. Right to the point. Would she take the bait?
"Adventure? You don't know what an adventure is; you may be asking for more than you bargained for." She pursed her lips and looked me up and down before continuing, "Sure have a seat and thanks for the rum and coke. I'm Kim and I like your style." Kim smiled, showing even pearly white teeth. She extended a slender well-manicured hand.
I took her hand and gently kissed it. The European approach always seemed to buy me points with the women. I took a chair next to her rather than across. Shyness or false courtesy would get me nowhere. I had my reply ready and said, "Oh, but I do know all about adventuring. I have traveled all over the world, scaled the highest mountains, swum the deepest oceans, tamed the wildest beast," I bragged and grinned at her.
She laughed. "Oh really? The highest mountain? The deepest ocean? The wildest beast? What beast would that be, my fearless adventurer?"
My turn to laugh a bit. I relaxed somewhat. Things were going smoothly. Kim looked me in the eye with her big blue ones and she smiled a lot. I was certain she loved the fake macho man image I painted for her and decided to take things a bit farther. "Don't you know? The wildest beast is the most mysterious creature of all. A creature of loveliness and sensuality. A creature of deep passions, of thunderous moods and sweet caresses. The wildest beast is a woman. A woman who wants to be tamed, but in the process tames the hunter," I whispered. Would she think this too brazen? I held my breath.
"Is that so? You mean a woman who wants to fuck your brains out?" Kim whispered back to me, a gleam in her eyes. She leaned forward and I smelled her perfume. It made my senses reel with desire. She smelled as good as she looked. And she looked stunning. "Or do you mean something more adventurous? Like maybe two women fucking each other, or fucking you?"
That last line threw me for a moment. Talk about getting to the point. Under the table, she slipped her hand over my thigh and stroked up and down, not close to my manhood, but definitely indicating the possibility.
"Ah... That would be a wild thing for sure and would certainly tame the hunter." I really was caught off guard and this was the best reply I could manage.
"So what is the wildest beast you ever tamed? A knockout model? Two of them? Three? How about the male beast? Have you ever tamed another man? Tell me what adventures have you had in your world travels?" Kim slid her hand over onto my erection. She smiled as she felt the length of it and then withdrew, taking up her drink. She sipped it and gazed at me with those fabulous blue eyes. "You did say that we might have an adventure tonight. Pray tell, what will that be?"
"I was hoping to go upstairs with you to my room." I was a bit taken aback with her blunt comments. What was this all about? It seemed my word game had gone too far, had become her forte. "I meant, your room, of course. You'd probably prefer your room. I'd take you up to your room."
"And what would we do there... Fuck? Is that your adventure? Maybe I'd suck you? Is that what you had in mind?"
"The thought had crossed my mind. It seems that you're willing to be with me tonight." This time I slid my hand under the table and felt her leg just above the knee. I didn't push my luck. I just let it rest on her lower thigh. I felt like I was closing in on the kill. The hunt was mine. Or was it...?
"So tell me, what about the male beast? Tamed any of them lately?"
"I... I... Men? Well, no I don't hunt men..."
