I didn't go home for the weekend as had been my usual schedule. No, this weekend, I stayed in town because hubby was at a manager's conference that weekend for his firm. Since he'd be gone, I chose to spend that weekend in Denver where I had been commuting to as a consultant to my old employer. The plan was to catch up on some paperwork and, perhaps, a whole lot of 'me-time'.
Part of the plan worked, and it wasn't the catching up on paperwork thing...
Friday evening, after I had showered and changed into something casual, I mulled restaurant choices around my brain as I slowly enjoyed a glass of Cabernet and a well-earned doobie. Three glasses of Cabernet later, the doobie was gone, I was stoned, and opted to dine in one of the hotel's restaurants. No way was I going to attempt to drive that night, I assure you.
Choosing a grille with a sports theme, I made myself comfortable in a booth, ordered another glass of Cabernet (not that I needed it) and perused the menu. I opted for a small filet and salad, ordering such when my shapely server asked my dinner preference. My mind quickly answered that I'd like her for dinner but, thankfully, that answer didn't make it to my mouth. Between the doobie and wine in my room, I was feeling a bit frisky and a whole lot horny.
And, yes, I did gaze longingly upon her ass as she walked away from the table. You would have as well, so there!
Sipping my wine, I let my eyes wander around the bar, checking it out, so to speak. In the course of my eye-travel, I caught sight of a younger couple, late twenties, early thirties; not drop-dead gorgeous, but not unattractive either. As I picked at my salad, I felt as if I was being stared at...you know what that feeling is like. As inconspicuously as possible, I casually looked up and did a quick scan of the room. As my eyes slid over the couple I had noticed earlier, the woman's eyes caught mine (or, mine caught hers), and still looking at me, she smiled a warm smile, a smile that made you want to converse with that person.
The arrival of my steak a few seconds later is what forced me to break away from the eye contact with the woman of the couple. I went through the motions of cutting, eating, and all of that but, honestly, I wanted to look back to the woman so badly that I rushed my meal, which I usually never do.
Looking up, finally, as my server was clearing the table and I was signing my check, the man was there but the woman was not. I can say that I was disappointed by that fact. Oh well, I thought to myself, back to my room, some television, and I quickly thought, some masturbation, as I gathered my purse and sweater to leave.
"Can we buy you a drink?" I heard a voice say from the side of my booth. Turning to look at the voice, I smelled the soft scent of Azaleas before my eyes looked into the smile that I immediately recognized.
"You're with the gentleman at the bar, right?" I answered as I stood up next to her. She was nearly my height, trim and shapely, the swell of her breasts peeking through her blouse, unbuttoned and opened to just below her bustline.
"I am," she answered, "and if I were to guess, I'd say you're in town on business with no plans for after dinner other than your hotel room."
"And why would you guess that?" I answered, playing along.
"You're far too attractive to be eating dinner alone on a Friday night," she smilingly responded, "and, quite honestly, my husband and I like the company of another woman when we're out on the town."
"Aaah, a threesome, so to speak," I threw out there as a response, smiling as I did so.
"There are worse things in life," she commented, returning my smile.
"Yes, yes, there are," I answered letting my stoned libido take over my brain as I usually do when I mix wine and weed.
The truth is, folks, that I get very horny when I mix liquor and weed. Knowing that, why would I do it when alone? Well, it's because I get very horny when I mix liquor and weed.
Hubby and I have been swingers for some time and this wouldn't be my first rodeo as a third with another couple. After all, that's what these journals are about, isn't it?
He was Jack. She was Jill. I shit you not!
Making room for me to sit between them at the bar, Jill pulled out my barstool so that I could sit. Catching the bartender's attention, Jill ordered a round for us, moved her barstool a bit closer to mine and sat down, on my right.
We exchanged 'bar-bios', short-to-the-point recaps of who we were, with each other. They were in their early thirties, married, childless by choice at this point, and with good careers. Periodically, they said, they liked to go out on the town, and "push the envelope", no explanation given but, then, none was needed. I knew where they were coming from, pretty much, when she asked to buy me a drink. The more we talked, the more I was convinced that I was right, that they were going to try to pick me up for some three-way fun in bed. Took me but a nano-second to think of that as a good thing. He was good-looking, appeared in shape, and she was very sexy in some undefined way.
