My husband and I were sitting around the apartment, both a little bored. I was feeling very playful and wanted to do something exciting and daring. So, I told Roy that I wanted him to challenge me to do something of his choice. And, if I won, he would take me to a swingers resort of my choice for an extended weekend sex filled mini vacation.
Roy thought for a few seconds, and said, “You’re on.” He then thought a little more and said, “Let’s get dressed up and head for the bar. Put on something very sexy and very short. You will go into the bar and act like you are alone and looking to hook up. I challenge you to get a total stranger to eat you under the table while I watch from a short distance. Deal?” I replied, “Deal! And I am going to win this easily.”
I then went to the bedroom and picked out an outfit to wear and then got ready to go. After I did my hair and makeup, I put on a very short off the shoulder long sleeve black dress. It was so short, if I bent over even a little, my ass cheeks would show to anyone behind me. I then put on a white thong and some very sexy platform high heels. I put on some sexy jewelry and headed back out to the living room where Roy was waiting. He gave me a good look up and down and then smiled at me. You may just win this one Danielle. Any guy that would refuse to eat you has to be gay or an idiot. Damn, you are looking good! I smiled at him and then did a little curtsy and acted a little submissive. Roy grabbed my purse for me, and we took a rideshare to one of the nearby bars we like.
When we got to the bar, I went in alone while Roy waited outside for a bit before coming in. I found an open barstool at the corner of the bar. This was perfect. I could easily sit sideways and show a lot of leg to guys walking by. I could also see the dance floor and most of the bar. It was a perfect spot to flirt from.
After I got a drink, I spun the barstool around to look around. I crossed my legs and hiked up my dress a bit to really show a lot of thigh. It was not long at all before I started drawing attention from several guys in the bar. I smiled at each one as I made eye contact with them and then quickly tilted my head down, played with my drink straw, and then gave them a submissive look by leaving my head tilted down and looking back at them through the tip of my bangs. As soon as I made second eye contact with a guy, I quickly looked back down at my drink and fidgeted with it to make it look like I was a little nervous and shy.
From what I could tell, I had several hot guys interested in me. Now, which one should I seduce? When I finally decided, I looked over at him, smiled, and then slowly uncrossed my legs, lingered for a moment with my legs spread apart just enough for my white thong to glow under the black lights. I then adjusted my dress a little as I crossed my legs again but with the opposite leg on top this time. I maintained eye contact with him the entire time. I smiled again at him, looked down at my drink, and as I took a sip of my drink through the straw, I tilted my eyes up and gave him a seductive but playful look.
He took the bait and smiled back at me as he walked over to where I was sitting. When he got right beside me, he introduced himself and said, “There is something about you that mesmerizes me. I had to come over and meet you. My name is Mike.” I put out my hand to shake his as I told him that my name was Danielle. He took my hand, clasped it with both of his hands, and then took my fingertips in one of his hands as he raised it and kissed the back of my hand. I kinda really liked that. It actually set off some tingles down below.
While the two of us chatted, I turned up my flirting and started giving him a lot more submissive but playful looks. I would occasionally reach out and touch his arm as I replied to something he said, or I laughed or giggled. After we chatted and flirted with each other for a bit, he offered to buy me another drink. I smiled at him, played with my hair a little and said, “I’d love that.” He ordered me a drink and when the bartender returned with my fresh drink, I said, “I see a booth open. Why don’t we move over there so we can be more comfortable, and you won’t have to just stand here.” He thought it was a great idea. He held out his hand and helped me off of the barstool. He grabbed both our drinks while I grabbed my purse. I hooked my arm around his arm and let him lead me to the empty booth.
The booth was a half-circle style booth. He placed our drinks on the table and then held my hand as I slid into the booth. He then slid in beside me and sat about a foot away from me. That was not going to do. I smiled at him, gave him a submissive look, and scooted over until my hip and thigh touched his…
Thigh pressed tight, his hand about to slide higher… What explodes when she spreads wide for this stranger?
