I like trouble and trouble likes me.
We've recently integrated ourselves into a new group of friends. Ones with the same mindset as ours, ones who share a fondness for blunt unabashed truth and pleasure.
It's a new experience for me to be so warmly welcomed and accepted by people without some kind of conditional agreement in place. There is no pressure, nothing is taboo and everyone has permission.
Last night I went to hang out with one such friend, Katie.
Katie is a petite, brown eyed buxom brunette with a personality that no one can ignore. She's almost like a cat in some ways. One of the most intense women I've ever met, and one of the most fun.
We went to The Gulch, a trendy new area in Nashville filled with wine bars and posh overpriced clothing stores and condos. I find it all a bit pretentious but this particular bar had a ticket special, twenty bucks for three hours of all the wine you can drink.
I was just as nervous as I was the first time we went to the swinger's club, only this time I was alone. It was just me and her. No intentions other than to have a good time. We met at the bar and that is where we hovered most of the night. She introduced me to several different libations, and some very interesting conversation. Katie wanted to know more about me, about my life and relationship with my husband. She dug deeply and often asked what I was thinking. My nerves got the best of me for a little while until the wine started to wear at them. I wanted to tell her about my past exploits, about my past lovers including the most recent one; but I didn't want to seem like an open book. Some things are better left unsaid.
We talked and drank and ate. She caught the eye of every man in the room, many of which didn't feel uneasy about talking to her. For a moment I felt a bit envious of her attentions, but then I remembered how I like to be unseen, or at least feel that way. I liked watching her scan the room. We both checked out the hoards of lovely women walking through and were amazed by how standoff-ish they seemed.
On a few occasions, I went outside to smoke. As I looked up at a towering condominium I noticed a man standing at one of the windows. He was wearing nothing but a pair of white boxers, and looked down on the street through a telescope. I thought it was odd, but odd isn't weird enough to write home about. Or so I thought. At one moment I thought I spotted him spot me and I wasn't sure of it until he waived. I let it go. Didn't want to think too much about it. Then I looked up again and he made a smoking gesture and waived again. I smiled and waived back wondering how far he could see with his telescope. Once I went inside I quickly forgot about the half naked voyeuristic exhibitionist and joined Katie in another glass of wine.
The night went on and the crowd slowly dissipated. Another friend of ours met us there, Jeremy.
Now, this friend in particular has, from day one, expressed a strong interest in me, and I've accepted his advances. One night we had even shared a kiss in the dark at his place while the others enjoyed his hot tub. It wasn't the most earth shacking kiss I've had put on me, but it definitely was hot. Jeremy has this look in his eyes when he sees me, like he wants to eat me for dessert. I appreciate his honesty, his forwardness was quite refreshing after my last lover's timidity issues. We talked candidly about sex and other things. Mostly about each other's likes, and how much we liked each other. The classic flirtations, knee rubbing, staring contests, leaning in. He bought me a drink, yet remained modest and down the earth.
When the bar started to close we all went outside to smoke. In some odd turn of events Katie and Jeremy were suddenly making out, ripping at each other madly. I noticed onlookers gawking, and looked up again to see if the man in the window was watching, but didn't see him. Then, out of nowhere, Katie grabbed me and started to kiss me right there on the street. It was sweet and a little rough. She bit my lip so hard it bled a little, and licked at the blood. Her body, curvy and soft, clung to mine as her hands wondered over me. Jeremy watched silently as we tore at each other.
After a few moments I insisted on leaving, it was getting late and I had to be at work the next day.
Jeremy offered to walk me to my car, and I accepted promising myself I wouldn't let things get out of hand. I am married after all....
It's funny, I feel like this person is the type whom you could play a friendly game of poker with and yet share amazing sex with. Anyhow. Once we got to my car I unlocked my passenger door to let him in, and as soon as I turned around there he was, inches from me. He put his hand on my cheek and moved in to kiss me. This was one of the most deeply passionate kisses I've ever experienced. Almost instantly I became wet, and I could feel his cock against my thigh. We breathed together, moaning and swaying. He caressed my hips, my tits, and found my wetness curious. So he began to investigate. One thing he found out for sure was that I was completely ready for him and so very sensitive. Right there, in a dark parking lot of a bustling city, I came. This excited him beyond description.
We went into my car where we started undressing, only half way. He undid my pants and slid his hand between my legs again, going knuckle deep with two fingers as he continued to kiss me. I found his sizable cock and began to pull at it lightly. He moaned and sighed, responding to every stroke. I could feel a bit of precum seeping out the head of it and used it. Pushing him back, after yet another orgazm, I took him in my mouth as deep as I could. He shook and his breath hitched, like he had never been inside a woman's mouth before, though I knew that he had. I enjoyed it, but I couldn't make him cum for me. We kissed a little more and he asked me if I wanted another one before I took him back to his car. Of course I said yes. This one though, this one he talked to me through the whole thing. Whispering in my ear, he told me how much he wanted me to cum for him, how he liked the way I squirmed under his fingertips, how tight and wet I was. "Is that for me?" he asked
"Yes, for you", that was all I could get out before it hit me again. Sweat beaded on my chest, my forehead. "Good girl", he whispered. "Mmm, I like to watch you cum. You're so beautiful", he said.
Totally relaxed and giddy. I drove him to his car. He stared at me the whole way, and we lamented over what just happened. As I stopped the car he kissed me one last time and said goodbye.
I went straight home and fucked my husband within an inch of his life, didn't get much sleep. But today I feel giddy, excited again. Jeremy and I have been texting back and fourth all afternoon, and this promises to be an interesting weekend. The hubby is fully aware of everything, and condones it.
What kind of life is this? One where I'm no longer afraid of experiences and consequences. Respectably, I am still being responsible for myself and protecting myself, but now I can do what I need to do to be who I am. No one is holding anything over my head or keeping it from me. How refreshing.
It's a new experience for me to be so warmly welcomed and accepted by people without some kind of conditional agreement in place. There is no pressure, nothing is taboo and everyone has permission.
Last night I went to hang out with one such friend, Katie.
Katie is a petite, brown eyed buxom brunette with a personality that no one can ignore. She's almost like a cat in some ways. One of the most intense women I've ever met, and one of the most fun.
We went to The Gulch, a trendy new area in Nashville filled with wine bars and posh overpriced clothing stores and condos. I find it all a bit pretentious but this particular bar had a ticket special, twenty bucks for three hours of all the wine you can drink.
I was just as nervous as I was the first time we went to the swinger's club, only this time I was alone. It was just me and her. No intentions other than to have a good time. We met at the bar and that is where we hovered most of the night. She introduced me to several different libations, and some very interesting conversation. Katie wanted to know more about me, about my life and relationship with my husband. She dug deeply and often asked what I was thinking. My nerves got the best of me for a little while until the wine started to wear at them. I wanted to tell her about my past exploits, about my past lovers including the most recent one; but I didn't want to seem like an open book. Some things are better left unsaid.
We talked and drank and ate. She caught the eye of every man in the room, many of which didn't feel uneasy about talking to her. For a moment I felt a bit envious of her attentions, but then I remembered how I like to be unseen, or at least feel that way. I liked watching her scan the room. We both checked out the hoards of lovely women walking through and were amazed by how standoff-ish they seemed.
On a few occasions, I went outside to smoke. As I looked up at a towering condominium I noticed a man standing at one of the windows. He was wearing nothing but a pair of white boxers, and looked down on the street through a telescope. I thought it was odd, but odd isn't weird enough to write home about. Or so I thought. At one moment I thought I spotted him spot me and I wasn't sure of it until he waived. I let it go. Didn't want to think too much about it. Then I looked up again and he made a smoking gesture and waived again. I smiled and waived back wondering how far he could see with his telescope. Once I went inside I quickly forgot about the half naked voyeuristic exhibitionist and joined Katie in another glass of wine.
The night went on and the crowd slowly dissipated. Another friend of ours met us there, Jeremy.
Now, this friend in particular has, from day one, expressed a strong interest in me, and I've accepted his advances. One night we had even shared a kiss in the dark at his place while the others enjoyed his hot tub. It wasn't the most earth shacking kiss I've had put on me, but it definitely was hot. Jeremy has this look in his eyes when he sees me, like he wants to eat me for dessert. I appreciate his honesty, his forwardness was quite refreshing after my last lover's timidity issues. We talked candidly about sex and other things. Mostly about each other's likes, and how much we liked each other. The classic flirtations, knee rubbing, staring contests, leaning in. He bought me a drink, yet remained modest and down the earth.
When the bar started to close we all went outside to smoke. In some odd turn of events Katie and Jeremy were suddenly making out, ripping at each other madly. I noticed onlookers gawking, and looked up again to see if the man in the window was watching, but didn't see him. Then, out of nowhere, Katie grabbed me and started to kiss me right there on the street. It was sweet and a little rough. She bit my lip so hard it bled a little, and licked at the blood. Her body, curvy and soft, clung to mine as her hands wondered over me. Jeremy watched silently as we tore at each other.
After a few moments I insisted on leaving, it was getting late and I had to be at work the next day.
Jeremy offered to walk me to my car, and I accepted promising myself I wouldn't let things get out of hand. I am married after all....
It's funny, I feel like this person is the type whom you could play a friendly game of poker with and yet share amazing sex with. Anyhow. Once we got to my car I unlocked my passenger door to let him in, and as soon as I turned around there he was, inches from me. He put his hand on my cheek and moved in to kiss me. This was one of the most deeply passionate kisses I've ever experienced. Almost instantly I became wet, and I could feel his cock against my thigh. We breathed together, moaning and swaying. He caressed my hips, my tits, and found my wetness curious. So he began to investigate. One thing he found out for sure was that I was completely ready for him and so very sensitive. Right there, in a dark parking lot of a bustling city, I came. This excited him beyond description.
We went into my car where we started undressing, only half way. He undid my pants and slid his hand between my legs again, going knuckle deep with two fingers as he continued to kiss me. I found his sizable cock and began to pull at it lightly. He moaned and sighed, responding to every stroke. I could feel a bit of precum seeping out the head of it and used it. Pushing him back, after yet another orgazm, I took him in my mouth as deep as I could. He shook and his breath hitched, like he had never been inside a woman's mouth before, though I knew that he had. I enjoyed it, but I couldn't make him cum for me. We kissed a little more and he asked me if I wanted another one before I took him back to his car. Of course I said yes. This one though, this one he talked to me through the whole thing. Whispering in my ear, he told me how much he wanted me to cum for him, how he liked the way I squirmed under his fingertips, how tight and wet I was. "Is that for me?" he asked
"Yes, for you", that was all I could get out before it hit me again. Sweat beaded on my chest, my forehead. "Good girl", he whispered. "Mmm, I like to watch you cum. You're so beautiful", he said.
Totally relaxed and giddy. I drove him to his car. He stared at me the whole way, and we lamented over what just happened. As I stopped the car he kissed me one last time and said goodbye.
I went straight home and fucked my husband within an inch of his life, didn't get much sleep. But today I feel giddy, excited again. Jeremy and I have been texting back and fourth all afternoon, and this promises to be an interesting weekend. The hubby is fully aware of everything, and condones it.
What kind of life is this? One where I'm no longer afraid of experiences and consequences. Respectably, I am still being responsible for myself and protecting myself, but now I can do what I need to do to be who I am. No one is holding anything over my head or keeping it from me. How refreshing.