One Glass Too Many

I checked my makeup in my compact as I waited for Tom to come meet me. He was late. Again. Work. I had spent two months making myself look good for him and now this. It was our one year anniversary that night. I wore a sleeveless, gold cocktail dress that I had to lose ten pounds to wear properly. It was very form-fitting, backless, showing just a hint of cleavage. It was classy enough that it fit in in that downtown lounge, but slutty enough to draw attention. I never had large breasts, but I loved that about myself. The fact that I have the body of a dancer and soft, tan skin, combined with dark, almond shaped eyes, meant that I never wanted for male attention. I settled down with Tom because he was, well, safe. He was strong, decent, good looking, and absolutely boring. The only big problem with Tom is that my tastes have always been expensive, and he has to work all kinds of hours to get me what I want. He rarely had time to spend with me. But he was a man that I could see myself growing old with, because I know that he will never hurt me. I called Tom again. No answer. In the reflection of the bar, I saw an older gentleman walking towards her. He was well dressed and handsome, in a worldly way. She cleared her şişli escort throat as he passed by and could smell his cologne. He glanced at her and stopped when he saw her. She felt flushed as he looked at her. “Hi,” he said. “What brings you out here tonight?” He wore a suit that was clearly made for him and had eyes as blue as water. “Oh, hi there,” I said softly, because I couldn’t think of anything sexier to say. I bit my lip and just looked at him. His big, blue eyes seemed to pierce me to the core. I felt myself go moist as I looked him up and down. I felt my nipples pushing against my dress, into the fabric. “What are you drinking tonight,” he asked as he signaled the bartender with an outstretched hand. “Chardonnay.” I turned and looked at this man and felt an immediate connection. It wasn’t just his looks. It was something else; that look a man has when he is in complete control of himself and his world. I wanted to get to know this man. I wondered how it would be to kiss him and to fuck him. I desperately wanted to know how his kiss would taste. He leaned into the bar right beside me, placed his hand on my back and said, “A woman dressed that well doesn’t drink chardonnay.” He then turned mecidiyeköy escort to the bartender and said, “Champagne for the lady. Dom Perignon.” The bartender said, “Sir, that is only sold by the bottle.” “Then open one up,” he said. We spoke for some time. We talked about me and about him. He was in town for a few days to close a deal and then it was off to London for another one. He hadn’t been home in three months. The thought of living his life, traveling from one place to the next, living in hotels, eating room service, was very appealing. We were three glasses in when I surprised myself. I took his pointer finger and sucked gently on it, looking into his big blue eyes. He smiled like a cat who had just cornered the canary. I looked at him, half scared and half excited. I asked him for his name. “No names,” he replied. “You’re coming with me.” I melted. He took my hand and stood up. My legs felt like jelly as I got up off the stool. Nodding, I checked my phone for Tom. No missed call. No voicemail. No text. I followed him to the elevator. “How about one more drink,” he asked me as he offered me his arm. I felt a spark ignite between us as I slid my arm through his. I nodded and smiled as we got on the elevator. He slid his key into the elevator and pressed the button for the penthouse. We entered his suite and found another bottle of champagne on ice. I noticed the ice in the champagne bucket hadn’t even started to melt yet. I saw the champagne. I looked at it, then him, and he replied, “The staff here are known for their timing.” It dawned on me he requested this while we were still at the bar. He was completely in control, and he had been all along. I was turned on and terrified at the same time. I loved it. We had another glass of champagne. As we were sitting on the couch, we began to kiss. His tongue probed my lips and I moaned as he kissed and licked his way down my neck. One hand unhooked my dress at the top and unzipped my dress as the other hand began to caress the inside of my thigh. With each kiss his hand crept higher and higher. Eventually, he found the surprise I had prepared for Tom. Tom always liked it when I wore a garter belt and stockings with no panties. As it turned out, it drove this man insane. When he felt my bare pussy under my dress, he stood me up and slid my dress over my ass. He bent me over the couch and I heard the sound of pants unzipping. He kissed the side of my neck and slid my dress down, exposing my breasts. He played with my nipples until they were hard and my pussy was throbbing. He slid his cock inside me and we both gasped.