The Mistress

MsWriter26

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I've arrived from the airport and am on my way to the hotel. I've put on a low cut black bra and black lace panties and covered it up with a little black dress. I'm at the bar, waiting for you, male eyes on me, knowing what I'm here for.

I am wet for you. I am yearning for your arrival. Tonight is going to be our first night together. One that you'll never forget...



(Anyone, feel free to follow up the story with whatever twists you like, from either the female or male point of view. Hope it becomes something erotic.)
 
Thirty minutes have passed and I'm still alone. It appears that I've been stood up. Having an affair with a married man isn't as convenient as I once thought it was. I've always thought that the dinners, gifts and mind-blowing sex were worth the tardies and no-shows. And what could be better than sex without commitment? His wife washes his clothes and then I take them off. I've always thought it was the perfect arrangement. But I'm not so sure anymore.

I'm about to leave when a man approaches me. His eyes roam around my cleavage. I smile. It seems as though things are about to get interesting...
 
I smile coyly, glance at you then quickly look away. I feel warmth down deep inside me as you continue staring at me.

“Would you like another drink? Martini, isn’t it?”

I nod and turn to face Chris. “And what brings you here?” I ask.

“Just passing through,” Chris answers waving at the bartender and pointing at our glasses. “Would you like a table better? The bar is so noisy and…”

I smile and take your arm as we stroll together toward the darkness in the rear of the bar.

Finding a table I sit and Chris pulls his chair up close to me. The waitress brings our drinks and we raise our glasses as we stare into each other's eyes.
 
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