Lori had entered the bar an hour earlier with every intent of following through with her plan of 'payback' toward her husband. She had dressed in a style to accent her ample breasts, slim waist and very long legs. Her red hair she had left down in a flowing free form of tangles and curls.
At 24 years of age, she had never been so angry with her husband of 2 years than she had been the whole time she had dressed for this trip of retribution. HER HUSBAND HAD CHEATED and now she was out for payback. Granted he had cheated on her during the time they were engaged but it had been with her BEST friend.
Neither she nor her husband Blaine had ever been intimate with anyone else - or so she had thought until his 'confession'. She gritted her teeth as she recalled the casual way Blaine had blurted out his one nightstand with her friend. The blood boiling anger she again now felt is what had driven her out into the night.
It had been' payback' that had mostly driven her as she dressed for the night out. However, if she was honest there was also a sense of curiosity. The same curiosity that had led her husband to cheat on her now led her to sit in the bar the past hour or so. The curiosity of what it would be like to have sex with someone else.
He was the only man she had ever been with and while she had heard stories from her girlfriends of how wonderful sex was and how much they enjoyed orgasms, the idea of orgasms during sex was something Lori, having never really experienced one, could never fully grasp. She was a little curious about what sex with someone other than her husband would be like though. She was interested in addition, about whether the danger and excitement of a lover might push her into actually experiencing the big "O". She had always wondered why her girlfriends spoke of frequent orgasms while she had never experienced one.
Now, after an hour of sitting in the bar, rethinking her plan, she had decided to forget the whole idea. She spun her self in the bar stool, around toward the exit to leave.
"Hi," came a voice behind her, "you're new here aren't you?" Lori spun back around slowly and looked at the young man who was staring back at her. He was tall, about 6' 3" she would estimate, dark-haired and about her age she guessed.
"Uh, yes I guess you could say I am new here," she laughed, nervously batting her eyelids. Maybe, she could go through with it she thought as she stared at the young man. "My name is Lori," she smiled as she reached out her hand in greeting.
"Well Lori, nice to meet you. I'm Tim and I'm a regular at this bar -- for the last month anyway," laughed the young man, as he took in the beauty of this young vision before him. "You know it really isn't safe for a woman as beautiful as you to be sitting alone, especially out in the open like this. Here let me show you to a quiet booth so you can enjoy your drink away from all the lechers in here. If you'd like company I'm more than willing to join you."
"Dee-lighted," Lori said as she hopped down from the bar stool and followed Tim to the back of the bar toward a secluded booth. She couldn't help noticing the rather large bulge in the front of Tim's jeans as she slid into the booth... it made her blush and wonder what that bulge held. She could not ever recall seeing such a bulge in her husband's jeans. 'Ha,' she thought to herself with a smile, 'serve him right if this guy was an inch or two bigger.'
For the next hour and half the two chatted and laughed and became comfortable with each other, almost as if they had know each other for years and years. Tim shared that his girlfriend had moved away three months ago and he came to the bar looking for occasional 'company' but, other than the bartender Cliff, had found no one to really talk with, "until now," he said. Lori shared that she was married and why it was she had ventured out that evening. She spoke of how angry she was with her husband and how she dreaded returning home knowing that he would be there.
"You can always come to my place and spend the night," offered Tim. He laughed to fill the awkward pause, which followed and quickly added, "I have a spare room."
He smiled his biggest grin and Lori tilted her head back and giggled, her shoulders rising and falling, along with her breasts in the silk dress she had worn. "Alright... I accept your generous offer," she grinned. "Great," Tim replied, "I only live a short walk from here."
As the two exited the bar, into the night, Tim turned backward to walk facing Lori. In this way, they quietly walked the four blocks to Tim's apartment. Along the way Tim couldn't help noticing that in the slightly chilled night air Lori's nipples had hardened under the sheer silk dress and that occasionally she blushed as her gaze slipped to his somewhat growing package between his legs. He smiled self-assuredly as they climbed the steps to the apartment door.
Tim fumbled with the keys and finally clicked open the lock. As they entered into the apartment Tim clicked on the light switch and in the midst of saying "Welcome to..." Lori reached out her hand and placed it upon Tim's chest, leaned forward, went to her tiptoes and gently kissed him on the lips.
Tim's response was immediate as he pulled her toward him, parted his lips and probed her mouth with his tongue. A moan escaped Lori's mouth, as the kiss was broken. "Are you sure?" Tim asked. Lori nodded.
