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Bedtime Story: The Loan
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Bedtime Story: The Loan The Loan I had been seeing him only a short while, but every encounter with him had been more exciting than the one before. So when my text alert rang that afternoon and I saw his name on my screen, I could feel my panties dampen--sort of a Pavlovian response. He wanted to see me again tonight. He gave specific instructions and the address of the hotel bar where we were to meet. I dressed exactly how he instructed—red, silky blouse that was quite see-through in certain lighting circumstances, black Lycra skirt that hugged my curves perfectly, black patent leather platform peep toe pumps, black thigh-high stockings with black garter belt. No bra, no panties. I felt my cheeks glow hot (from embarrassment or arousal, I’m not certain) as I wandered through the bar looking for him. The place was pretty crowded that night. I made my way through the sea of bodies, brushing up against women and men alike, thanks to my ample curves and generous breasts. I received mostly smiles from the gents and pissed off faces from the gals (there were a few women that seemed to like all that softness brushing past them, however). Finally I spotted him sitting near the end of the bar. He was sipping some amber-colored drink swimming in ice cubes from a short, clear glass. Just the sight of him got my pulse going. A myriad of thoughts ran through my mind: Will he approve of my wardrobe? Of me wearing my long auburn hair slightly curly? Will he notice that I made my eye makeup look particularly smoldering, and my lips particularly red? What will he have me do for him tonight? It didn’t matter. Whatever it was, I would do it. I didn’t notice at first glance, but he was talking to a gentleman sitting on the stool next to him. He was sandy-haired and had the physique of a football player, with broad shoulders and solid biceps that could be seen through his light blue dress shirt. I wondered if this was someone you already knew, or had just met. “And here she is now,” you said, turning towards me. “Hello, my pet. I want you to meet David.” David’s steel blue eyes flashed at me knowingly as he extended his hand for mine. “Jasmine, it’s a pleasure. George has told me so much about you,” he said, bringing my hand to his lips for a kiss. I was pretty certain what you must have told him. My cheeks felt hot. I smiled sweetly. “Very nice to meet you, too.” By then I knew what the plan was—to be David’s entertainment for the evening. George stood up from his stool and invited me to sit between him and David. I looked at George as I slid onto the stool. He had that look in his eye that I had seen before when he offered my body as a playtoy for whomever he chose. He enjoyed owning me. And I enjoyed him owning me. “The lady will have an apple martini,” George said to the bartender. “My pet loves her sweet drinks.” I giggled quietly. “Thank you, Sir.” I could feel David’s eyes on me. I turned to see him looking down towards my breasts. My nipples were responding to the room’s slightly chilly temperature. I wanted to cover up. I had never been this “undressed” in public before. But I knew it would displease George. “I own your body,” he told me early on in our relationship, “and I want everyone to see it. It belongs to me.” “So David….what do you think of my pet? Isn’t she everything I described?” George said. Feeling embarrassed, I bowed my head and took a sip of my drink. “Oh yes, and more,” David replied lustfully. “Can I touch her?” His outstretched hand brushed the side of my breast. “You may do with her whatever you want, my friend. I am loaning you to her for the evening.” I felt a little panicked, and turned to look at George. He communicated with his eyes not to worry, that I was safe with David. Knowing that I was protected, I relaxed a bit. David lightly cupped his hand over my breast and rubbed the nipple with the palm of his hand, making it even harder. I shivered a bit. He continued traveling to the other breast with one hand while reaching for the back of my neck. He lightly, but purposefully, grabbed a handful of my auburn locks and pulled me into him for a kiss. I followed his lead, and rubbed my tongue lightly with his. The hand that once touched my breasts migrated south to my thigh and pushed the short skirt up even further. He used one finger to find my wet slit and moved it up and down, from clit to hole and back, slowly. I squirmed and wiggled. I was aware that we were on barstools and that other people could see what was going on, but felt helpless to do anything about it. At the same time, I loved having his hands all over me. I loved feeling like an object for sexual pleasure. “George, I think I’m ready to move this little party to my room,” David announces as he removed his finger from my pussy and held it to his nose, breathing in my scent. “Mmmmm…she’s ready.” He put his sticky finger over my lips and onto my tongue. My lips formed an “o” around his index finger as I licked off the familiar tasting juices. George placed a $50 bill on the counter as David helped me off the stool. There was a wet spot on it—the evidence of my arousal. (I’ll continue this story if there is interest.) “Sex is always about emotions. Good sex is about free emotions; bad sex is about blocked emotions.” ― Deepak Chopra Come Visit My Blog! CurvyJasmine |
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1 post 3/9/2013 8:17 pm |
Yes, a very interesting story....
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Love your stories, very arousing. would love to hear the rest of the story sometime
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1 post 3/25/2013 5:58 pm |
Found your blog. Very arousing to say the least. I'm going to read more now and think of you.
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First time on your blog... I love erotica! Would you finish it, please. I know it takes a lot of time and energy to write it. Heads off to read more, thanks so much!
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1 post 3/28/2013 3:12 pm |
Loved the story, as far as it went. And yes, the idea of being submissive in an erotic as opposed to masochistic manner is appealing. Besides that, the willingness to be a bit of an exhibitionist in public, without revealing so much as to get arrested is always erotic. More important, is the suspense of being told what to do, but not knowing what will happen next.
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3/30/2013 6:39 am |
That was great! finish ,I love your writing only a very sensual woman could write like that .Enjoyed that very much
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Very nice story.....love it...
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