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K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N
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Archive name: Dancing.txt (mf, ex, voy, mas)
Authors name: The Erotic Pen (Sarlim@aol.com)
Story Title : Slow Dancing With A Stranger
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The hotel bar had the same qualities of so many
others I've seen before: dim lighting, over-priced
drinks, and clientele that consisted mostly of travel-
ers with no idea where else they should go. I took my
drink from the bar and found a table where I could kick
back and relax. As the alcohol started its work on my
nerves, I watched couples on the small floor dance to
the canned music.
One dancer in particular caught my attention: a
tall raven-hared beauty. She was dressed in a skin-
tight black sheath slit up one side to mid thigh; high
enough to show where her garter straps attached to her
fishnet stockings. Every time I saw her on the dance
floor she was with a different partner. When each
dance ended she returned to her table across the room
and sipped her drink. Soon another hopeful gentleman
soon showed up and claimed the next dance with her.
Watching her on the floor with yet another
partner, I toyed with the idea of going to her table
when the song ended, and asking her to dance. I won-
dered if she would press her body up against mine as
she was doing with the guy she was dancing with now.
When the song finished, the gentleman slid his
arm around her waist and walked her back to her table.
Slowly his hand slipped down until it cupped her fanny.
She smiled, moved out of his reach and sat down.
While I contemplated my lonely evening I ordered
another drink. Returning my attention to the dance
floor I watched another couple trip the light fan-
tastic.
"Mind if I join you?"
Startled, I turned to find the woman I'd been
watching earlier standing next to my table. "It would
be my pleasure," I said as I stood to pull a chair out
for her.
The woman's last dance companion walked to the
table that had been hers, sat down, and stared at us.
From the look on his face I could tell he wasn't
pleased with the recent turn of events. He got up and
walked to my table, stopped and eyed the woman.
"Sorry," the woman told her former companion.
"I think the lady’s promised the next dance to
me," I said.
"My mistake," he said as he backed away. The
woman and I both watched him walk up to the barmaid,
settle up his tab, and leave.
"Oh, you can almost smell the testosterone,"
said the woman.
"I'm sure you could catch up to him if you
really wanted to," I replied.
"No, I think I prefer the current company. My
name is Karen. What's yours?"
"Todd."
"Well, Todd, what brings you here?"
Karen listened intently as I explained to her
that I was on a business trip and how lonely I felt
being in a strange town. As I talked, Karen's hand
reached for mine and fingered my wedding band.
"Why, Todd, you're married," she said in mock
surprise.
"Does that matter?"
"Not to me anymore than it does to you."
"Good," I said, taking her hand in mine. "Then,
lets dance."
Karen definitely knew how to arouse a partner
while dancing. She started by slowly brushing her
breasts against my chest as we swayed to the music.
Her nipples outlined beneath the black fabric proved
that those actions were as much for her pleasure as
they were for mine. Her lower body pressed in closer
to mine, brushing my crotch as she moved her hips.
She was having fun and so was I.
Several dances later, my hands were familiar
with the only bump under her skin tight dress. I hoped
that later that evening I'd get a chance to confirm
that her garter belt was the only thing she had on
under her dress.
We went back to my table and ordered another
round of drinks.
Our flirtatious conversation kept the fires
burning within while we sat side by side. As we talked,
I placed one hand behind her in the gap between the
chair's back and seat, while with the other hand I
caressed her lower back with my open palm. Karen smiled
at me as she leaned forward on the table, just enough
to lift her rear end a bit and allow my hand to rub
lower.
I was too busy enjoying what I was doing to
notice Karen's hand heading for my lap. My heart skip-
ped a beat as she started to run her hand up and down
my growing erection. Karen grinned at the shocked look
that came over my face as she unzipped my pants and
slipped her hand inside my trousers. She deftly opened
the fly on my underwear and released my hard-on from
its confines.
The crowd had thinned and I was grateful for the
room's dim lights, especially when Karen began running
her fingernails up and down my shaft under our table.
"I think it's time we took this someplace a
little more private," Karen said.
I started to zip my pants up, but then Karen
stopped me. "We're not going far, and you won't have
to walk too close to anyone. But if anyone really
takes a good look, I want them to know what we're going
to do."
She wanted me to walk across the room with my
cock sticking straight out!
Her eyes challenged me and she smiled wickedly.
"Your choice," she said. "Either follow me, or return
to your room and take care of your condition yourself."
At this point I was far too aroused to refuse
her demand. If Karen had bent over the table and hiked
her skirt up, I think I'd have taken her right there in
the middle of the bar. Still, I followed close behind
her as she went through a doorway with a sign reading
'RESTROOMS' above it. We headed straight into the
ladies room.
"Don't worry," Karen said, "there are only a few
female customers here tonight. If we used the men's
room you'd either have to fight them off or agree to a
gang-bang. And while that does sound like fun," she
said with a sexy smile, "I don't want that tonight.
Tonight I only want you. Here and now."
Karen pushed open the door to the Ladies room
and pulled me inside. She slipped into my arms and I
backed her up against the sinks lining the wall. We
exchanged quick and passionate kisses as we started
undressing each other. I unzipped Karen's dress, let-
ting it slide to the floor as she ripped open the front
of my shirt, sending buttons flying.
I was thrilled to find that my earlier guess
about what was under Karen's dress was correct. She
stood before me in garter belt, stockings and shoes.
The tan lines around her breasts and groin clearly
showed the shape of her favorite bikini.
Karen kissed her way down my chest until her
kisses reached my already open slacks. She pulled them,
along with my underwear, down to my ankles then took my
engorged member into her mouth.
I was lost in the sensations of what Karen was
doing to me. She kissed and licked my shaft and cock-
head as she stroked my thighs and butt with both
fingers. Karen kept that up for a while, then pulled
away and sat on the sink. "Now it's your turn, Todd,"
she said as she spread her legs apart.
I dropped to my knees. My attention focused on
Karen's clean shaven sex, I brought my mouth to her
moist opening, savoring her scent and taste, as my
tongue entered her. She moaned softly in pleasure
encouraged me as I continued to probe her with my
tongue.
As I sensed Karen's excitement grow, I moved my
attention further up her slit to her hooded clitoris.
She grabbed my head with her hands, and held me in
place as her orgasm hit.
After she released her hold on me I stood up and
pulled her away from the sink. Turning her around I
said, "Now spread your legs and bend over."
I stepped up close behind Karen, my erection
sliding easily into her wet hole. I watched us in the
mirror as I took her. I started slowly, driving in
deep, then pulling out until only the head of my shaft
remained within her . . . then going in deep again.
I enjoyed the erotic sight in the mirror.
Karen's breasts swung freely to the rhythm of my
strokes. I started driving into her faster and harder,
my pent-up desires taking control.
Out of the corner of my eye I noticed a slight
movement. I saw the reflection of the pretty blonde
barmaid in the mirror, standing just inside the rest
room door, her attention focused on us. My fear was
that she'd blow the whistle and I'd have to find a new
hotel room for the night. When I saw her hands I knew
it was all right.
One hand tweaked her nipples through her blouse,
while the other hand was busy under her skirt.
The barmaid noticed me staring at her in the
mirror and her face blushed with embarrassment. She
froze. When she realized I wasn't going to say any-
thing, nor stop what I was doing to Karen, the bar-
maid's hands started to move again, pleasuring herself
while she watched us. I turned my attention back to
the reflection of Karen and me in the mirror.
I'd never acted in the roll of exhibitionist,
and suddenly I found myself excited by the fact I was
being watched while a voyeur pleasured herself. The
additional thrill brought me even closer to the edge.
The tempo of my thrusts into Karen continued to
increase driven by a burning fire that began deep in
my groin, signaling my rapidly approaching orgasm. I
gripped Karen's waist and pulled us closer together,
straining as deeply into her wetness as I could get.
My orgasm hammered through me and began cumming inside
Karen, my hot seed mixing with her own wetness.
My breathing slowly returned to normal as I
pulled out of Karen, then glanced toward the door. I
was somewhat relieved to see that our companion had
already made her exit.
"That was wonderful, Todd," Karen said as she
picked her dress up from the floor.
"You won't find me arguing about that," I re-
plied and began to put my clothes on.
I stopped Karen as she grabbed some paper towels
to clean up the wet evidence of our encounter that was
by now coating her inner thighs and running down her
legs. "Fairs fair," I told her, "I came in here ex-
posed, I want you to leave that way. If anyone gets
close enough to see, or catch the scent, I want them
to know what we just did."
"Well, I guess that's only fair," Karen said.
She dropped the paper towels and slid her dress back
on.
Heading for the door, Karen looked back at me,
smiled and said, "If you're going to be in town a few
more days, maybe we'll run into each other again."
"Maybe," I replied as I finished buttoning my
shirt.
Cautiously exiting the ladies' room, I saw Karen
leave the bar. When I went to settle my bill, the same
barmaid who had watched us was at the register. She
smiled at me. "I guess I don't have to ask if you had
a good time tonight," she said.
"No, in fact, I found your establishment rather
stimulating."
I pulled a hundred dollar bill out of my wallet,
handed it to her and told her to keep the change.
"Thanks, and do come again," she said with a
big smile on her face.
"Oh, I certainly hope to." I turned and left
the bar.
As I somewhat expected Karen was nowhere to be
seen in the hotel lobby. I made my way to my room,
replaying the night's events over in my mind.
The next morning I awoke with the familiar
feeling of my wife's' naked body against mine.
"Did you have a good time last night?" my wife
asked.
"Yes, the hotel has a very nice bar downstairs,"
I replied.
"And such a nice ladies room," my wife said
grinning.
"Karen, I wish you had told me you had something
like that in mind," I scolded.
"You know you would have never agreed to ex-
posing yourself in that bar and then doing it in the
ladies room if I hadn't got you so hot."
"True enough," I replied laughing. "But I
almost thought we were done for when I saw the barmaid
in there with us. What would you have done if she had
wanted to do more than watch?"
"I was so horny by then I think I'd have let
her have you," Karen said. "But of course if I had, I
would have insisted you take me into the men's room
tonight."
"Oh you think so?"
Karen smiled simply. "I love you Todd," she
said then moved on top of me.
"I love you too, baby."
Memories of the previous evening still fresh
in our minds, we began to make love.
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