In the quiet of their suburban home, Sarah and Alex sat on their bed, the dim glow of the bedside lamp casting soft shadows around the room. They were in their late thirties, both attractive but in that comfortable way that comes with years together, their once sharp edges softened by time.
Sarah turned to Alex, a mischievous glint in her eye. "I've been thinking," she began, tracing patterns on his chest with her fingertips.
Alex raised an eyebrow, pulling her closer. "Uh-oh. That usually means trouble." He kissed the top of her head, waiting for her to continue.
She took a deep breath, gathering the courage to voice what had been on her mind for weeks. "I want to spice things up," she said finally. "I want us to try something new."
Alex chuckled, wrapping his arms around her. "I'm all for new and exciting, you know that." He nuzzled her neck, feeling her giggle at the ticklish sensation.
She pushed him away gently, serious now. "No, I mean really new. Like... role-playing." She bit her lip, waiting for his reaction.
Alex sat up, interested. "Role-playing? What do you have in mind?"
Sarah took another deep breath, her cheeks flushing pink. "I've always had this fantasy," she confessed softly, "of being... ravished by a stranger."
Alex's eyes widened in surprise. He leaned back against the headboard, his mind racing with possibilities.
"Not an actual stranger," Sarah hurried to add. "We'd role-play meeting as strangers." She reached out, taking his hand. "What do you think? Want to pretend to meet me at a hotel bar and really fuck me good?"
Alex looked at their hands, then back up at her face. A slow smile spread across his face. "I think," he said, squeezing her hand, "the idea is making me hard already, and we should make that happen."
And so began their weekend preparations. Over the coming days, they both spent time in the bathroom, shaving and grooming. Alex made an impromptu trip to the tailor, coming home with a sharp new suit that showed off his muscular body perfectly.
Sarah, on the other hand, headed to the mall to look for the perfect lingerie. She was thinking something sheer or even crotchless, when she saw the perfect thing. It was a little black dress hanging on a mannequin that, when she tried it on, clung to her curves like a second skin. It was daringly short, dangerously low-cut, and utterly unlike anything she usually wore. It was perfect, and would work best without a bra or panties underneath, so no need to keep lingerie shopping.
The day of their rendezvous arrived, and they left home separately for the hotel, each with a flutter in their stomachs. They'd decided on an upscale hotel downtown, far enough from home to feel like an adventure but close enough to be convenient.
Sarah arrived first. As she sat at the bar, nursing her first drink, she couldn't help but glance around nervously. She'd never done anything like this before. What if someone recognized her? What if Alex changed his mind and wasn't comfortable role-playing anymore?
But then, there he was walking in the door. As he did, looking every inch the confident stranger, all her nerves melted away. This was going to be fun!
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In the dimly lit bar it took Alex only a moment to spot her from across the room. She was captivating in her new dress, and he thought he could see the faintest hint of her nipples through the fabric. As he scanned her body, he noticed the low neckline, highlighting her perfect breasts which looked to be free from other confinement. Her legs were crossed, barely helping keep her modesty in the very short dress which rose above the bottom curve of her butt checks when she sat down in it. He noticed how the dress hugged her hips and showed off her figure and it made him want to wrap his arms around her and take her to bed. But what he noticed most was that her eyes were sparkling with what looked like mischief and anticipation. He walked straight over to her sitting at the bar.
"Excuse me," he began, smiling, "I couldn't help but notice you from across the room. You look like a woman who has a story to tell."
Sarah looked him over, a smirk playing on her lips. "Oh, do I now? And what makes you think that?"
He leaned in slightly, his voice low and inviting. "Your eyes. They sparkle with adventure. Like you've seen things, done things..." His gaze held hers, intense and full of promise. "...maybe even some naughty things."
She laughed softly, taking a sip of her drink. "Well, aren't you the observant one? Perhaps I have." She gestured to the seat next to her. "But please, sit down if you'd like to find out more."
Alex didn't need to be told twice. He sat down, their knees touching under the bar. "So, tell me," he said, his voice smooth as velvet, "what brings a beautiful woman like you to this hotel bar?"
She leaned in, almost whispering her answer. "I was looking for something... exciting. Something I can't find at home."
