He Suggested a Nightcap

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Em met him in the bar, during a break in the awards dinner she was attending. They chatted briefly and had a cigarette, and said they’d probably see each other at the bar again when next there was a break in proceedings. Or perhaps, he said, they could have a nightcap later. His name was Jean and he was French. He was a big man with a nice laugh and twinkling eyes. Em hadn’t met him before and wouldn’t again. He was from the other side of the world and was in town only for the convention of which this boring dinner was part. She thought about him over the next thirty minutes or so, as she talked with others around her table. A couple of times she caught herself not paying attention and brought herself back to business with a mental self-kick in the bum. Her bum, she then thought, was scantily dressed in a very little black string she had decided to wear that night, under her midnight blue evening gown. The gown had a split to the hip on the left and a décolleté neckline that etlik escort exposed the swell of her breasts rather nicely. She had dressed this way tonight because she was feeling horny and was going to look for one-off cock. She didn’t usually do that, preferring to be approached. But tonight, well, she had suddenly thought in the shower before she dressed for dinner that she must have a cock. She needed to be naked with a man whose whole purpose was to fuck her this night only. She knew that in certain circumstances the split in her dress would expose the tiny strip of black lace that held her panties in place. For example, if she were to sit in a quiet part of the bar with Jean later, for a nightcap. Her pert breasts were corralled in a tiny black bra. Also under her dress were charcoal thigh-high stay-up stockings. Em didn’t like suspender belts. They got in the way. When Em thought about how suspender belts got in the way and how a hint of keçiören escort a tiny little string could be partly revealed to a hot man she had just met and whose unseen cock she desired, her nipples hardened and her pussy got warm and moist. She held that thought. Her nipples got harder and her pussy got quite wet. Another break was coming up in the awards presentations now under way. She’d long since spotted Jean at his table over the other side of the ballroom. When she looked his way he looked her way. Em smiled and pointed a discreet finger towards the bar. Jean smiled back and nodded. She saw him making apologies to his table companions, then get up and walk towards the bar. Em did the same at her table and walked towards the bar, feeling suddenly quite hot. She was staying at the hotel. Probably, she thought, Jean was too. She had a mental image of herself, naked, arms and legs flung wide, being deeply drilled on her bed, or his, kızılay escort or on the ample sofa that sat in a corner of her suite. He had got her a drink by the time she reached the bar and led her to a cosy little corner where they sat down, facing each other across a little round table. Em sat down carefully. She wanted just enough of her little string to show to entrance the man she had decided to fuck. He noticed. She knew this because she noticed he got a bulge in his pants. He said, “Perhaps we should have that nightcap later. Do you think that might be a good idea, Em? You are here alone?” His voice trailed off. He was looking at her wedding ring. Em said, “Yes, alone. I’m here on business and I never travel on business with my husband. He has other business to attend to.” She smiled at him and told a little fib. “I wasn’t planning on a nightcap at all until we met in the bar earlier.” Jean leaned over the table and placed a well manicured finger on her lips. Another well manicured finger slid under the little black lace string that lay just exposed at the close of her hip-split dress. He said in a low voice, “I would enjoy taking that off you, if you would like a nightcap.” He smiled into her eyes and then took in the swell of her breasts.

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