Before the story begins, I would like to thank the co-writer. So, thanks Ted, for bringing this story to life!:) And now without further delays, we present to you “Touring the U.S.-San Fransisco.”
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She leaned over the restaurant table so she could say quietly to him, "I'd like you to know, I want to have sex tonight."
She smiled at the shocked look on his face.
"You heard right."
Her voice became raspy and deep.
"I want to fuck you."
At 35, Joe wasn't exactly new to dating, and he'd had some interesting things happen to him on a first date, but such an explicit offer was new.
He'd met Marina earlier that day. She'd come into the department store where he worked. He had helped her to choose a few small gifts to take home to her family in Australia. Together they moved from department to department, until she had all she needed. She was about ten years younger than Joe, energetic, dazzling smile, about five-five, and thin. As they spent more time together, she gradually moved closer to him as they looked at items, occasionally and accidentally rubbing her large tits against his arm as they bent over a table to look at something.
He asked her if she'd like to meet for a drink after work, an hour from when they finally finished her shopping. She cheerfully agreed, and Joe gave her directions to a nice bar and restaurant next door to her hotel. When he arrived, she was sitting at the bar, chatting up the bartender. When she saw Joe she turned all her attention to him, as he sat down beside her. She'd changed out of her shorts and tank top, and was now dressed more to complement his business suit. Marina was wearing a short, tight black dress. Her legs looked fabulous and the dress constantly threatened to hike up to an inappropriate level.
They enjoyed a of couple drinks, and then they took a table in the restaurant. In conversation, she revealed they would only have this one night together; she had a flight out of San Francisco to L.A. the next day. This was the first leg of an extensive tour of the US. Her boyfriend was supposed to be with her, but two nights before their departure, she'd caught him in bed with one of his neighbors. Marina had dumped him on the spot, and set off on her holiday without him.
She continued breezily after her incredible offer.
"I mean, we're only going to have one night together so I have nothing to gain by playing hard to get. And who cares if you decide I'm the biggest slut you've ever seen after I'm gone? Besides, you won't. I have really good instincts about people, and you're a good guy. My reputation and I am safe with you."
She stopped momentarily, "I'm running off at the mouth."
She took a big sip of her wine, "I've never been this out there before, but I'm enjoying this. It's liberating to be free of all the rules."
She lowered her voice a bit, "I'm not a slut at home, but tonight, I'll be your slut if you want. So think about it. If you choose to accept, think about what you'd like me to do to you."
With a smile, she rose and excused herself to the ladies room, leaving him with a growing hard-on. He watched her all the way, and she knew it. At the door, she turned and smiled back at him.
As she put on a fresh layer of lipstick, she chuckled when she thought of the wonderful places that lipstick would be in a little bit. Her thoughts drifted back a week, to the screaming scene with her boyfriend, as he chased her outside after she had caught him screwing his next door neighbor, he yelled at her, "You'll have a horrible time without me on the trip."
"I'll have a great time without you. Why should I go with a cheating ass?"
"Come on baby" he implored, almost begging, "you'll be lonely so far from home all alone."
"Who says I'll be alone? I can find a better man than you in each place I visit."
She'd said it in anger, but on the fourteen hour flight from Sydney to San Francisco, it occurred to what better souvenir could she take home than the memory of a man from each stop. “It'll be kind of sweet,” she thought, “having several men think of me from time to time for the rest of their lives.”
In eight years of sexual activity she'd only had five men-so if she was with one guy at each of her five stops, five guys in just three weeks would be out of character for her. She thought she'd discarded the idea, until she heard herself telling Joe she wanted sex.
She took a deep breath. If she was going to back out of this, this was the last opportunity. Marina made her decision.
When she came out, Joe, and every man in the room, watched her walk across the room. Her hips swung just a bit more than usual, enticingly. She stood at the side of the table, as Joe finished signing the check.
"So, what's your answer?"
"My apartment, or your hotel?"
She grinned.
"My hotel is right next door, and it would seem deliciously illicit doing it in a hotel, wouldn't it? Let's see if we can't go at it until the neighbors call security."
Her room was on one of the top floors. They were alone in the elevator. She stood on the other side, and he thought perhaps she was regretting her impulsiveness, and mentally pulling away from the idea. Instead, she walked up to him, and kissed him hungrily, rubbing her body against his. The elevator dinged, and stopped on a floor. She broke the kiss, but kept holding him. They looked out, but no one was there. The kiss resumed before the doors finished shutting.
