A Tryst with a Stranger

It had been a long week. Everyday stress had weighed heavily on me, but I had something to look forward to this night. The kids were all with their “other” parents for the weekend. I got home to an empty house. I headed upstairs and took a long hot shower to wash away the stress of the day. I carefully shaved and groomed myself. I gave special attention to my hair and make up this night. I added perfume to all the right places. In the bedroom, I went through my closet and picked out the perfect dress. It was form-fitting and short. No panties or bra needed for this dress. I slipped my perfectly painted toes into my 2-inch heels and checked out my appearance in the full-length mirror. Being a working mom had left me feeling less than sexy at the time, but this dress changed all that. I switched purses and wrapped my light shawl around my shoulders.

I knew exactly where I was going. There is a bar in downtown Portland where my girlfriend Carrie and I have had some wonderful times. I pulled into the garage across the street and made my way over to the pub. I walked in and allowed my eyes to adjust to the lighting. The music was light rock; the easel outside said that a band would be there around 10. I looked at my watch. It was 8:45 now.

I approached the bar and ordered a drink. My shoe tapped the brass foot rest that ran under the bar, keeping beat with the music. I idly played with the straw in my drink, and as I looked up I saw a very handsome face smiling softly at me from the other end of the bar. I smiled back at him and looked down, a bit embarrassed and shy. When I looked up again, he was gone. Figures, I thought to myself, but the next thing I knew he was standing just to the left of me. He startled me when he leaned over and whispered in my ear, “A lovely lady such as you should not be alone on a Friday night.” A smile crossed my face as I looked up and smiled at him in the reflection of the mirror behind the bartender. In my sexy voice, I replied to him, “I no longer seem to be alone this Friday night.” “No, indeed not, pretty lady,” he answered.

For the next hour or so we talked. He bought me a drink or two and we got to know one another. He was quite charismatic and charming. He was giving me very obvious signals that I would not be alone when I woke up on Saturday morning. As we talked, I noticed that the man sitting on the side of the bar to my right was paying closer attention to us than most strangers normally would. He caught my eye and greeted me. I smiled softly and said hello. Then a friend of this man approached him and they started joking around and laughing. They began talking about the band that was going to play soon. My new friend commented to them that he’s been to their concerts in bigger venues and the three men start talking about other local bands. As the conversation continued, the three gentlemen vied for my attention. It was sweet and all in good nature and made me feel extremely sexy. This was definitely a turn on.

At a quarter after 10, the band began to play. This night they were playing old pop rock and soft rock songs. For the next hour I was taken to the dance floor by my handsome suitors. What a wonderful time I was having. I noticed the envious stares from a few of the women in the bar, but I didn’t care. Let them eat their hearts out, I thought. I was having the time of my life.

After more than an hour of non-stop dancing, I decided to take a quick break and go into the ladies room to freshen up. As I left the restroom, I noticed the time. The eleven o’clock hour was reaching its mid-point. As I entered the main room of the bar, I recognized the intro to one of my favorite songs. I saw one of my dance partners approaching me, but before he had a chance to reach me, a stranger walked in front of him. Startled, I took a small step back, but he reached down and took my hand. My eyes widened as his other hand took me by the waist and pulled me toward him. Even in my heels I had to look up to look into his eyes. They were a beautiful steel blue. I instantly felt as though he could see into me. I was certain he could feel my heart pounding. He led me in this dance. There was no doubt here who was in control. As he led me across the floor I saw my gentlemen friends at the bar, watching this man closely. I gave them a quick smile to let them know I was okay and that this man had not over-stepped his boundaries. There was electricity running through us and between us. It was almost tangible. What was it about this stranger who hadn’t even spoken to me? He had a devilish gleam in his eye, yet I had no fear of him.

When the song was over, his hand dropped from my waist, but he continued to hold my hand as he led me to the bar. Apparently, I was done dancing. He took me to the opposite end of the bar from my male companions. They didn’t seem all that happy about it, but they kept their distance. Before I realized what had happened, he had ordered a drink for me – my drink. How long had he been watching me to know this was my favorite drink?

We spent the next hour or so talking. Everything he said turned me on. He was an exceptionally attractive man. The magnetism between us was incredible. Several times one of the original flirts tried to get my attention or attempted to order a drink for me, but this stranger redirected my attention and declined the drink from the bartender. After a few more slow dances and another drink at the bar, the stranger leaned over and whispered in my ear. I slowly nodded and picked up my purse. I looked over at my admirers and winked as I took the proffered hand of my escort and he led me out the door. He pushed the front door of the pub open for me and just as he exited, turned to the men at the bar who were standing there watching us, speechless and he gave them that devilish smile.

He led me across the street to the parking garage where his car was parked. He opened the passenger side for me and handed me in. I was almost certain that my pounding heart was audible to him. As he pulled out onto the deserted city street, he confidently reached over and placed his warm hand on my bare thigh. My pulse raced faster. Oh god, I thought. Several blocks down from the pub we pulled over in front of a hotel. He walked around to my side and opened the door for me. He took me inside where he registered for a room for us. We took an elevator to the fourth floor from which he directed me to the room.

We entered the room and I placed my purse down on the dresser in front of me. Suddenly, he grabbed me by the shoulders and firmly pressed me to the wall. My big blue eyes looked up at him as my heart threatened to come straight out of my chest. He confidently leaned on his left hand, which was resting on the wall next to my head, trapping me. The fingers of his right hand reached up and touched my temple. Slowly, he grazed my scalp around my ear to the back of my head with his strong fingers. Suddenly he took a firm grip of my hair and wrapped his hand in it and pulled my head to his and kissed me deeply and passionately as no other man had. He took my breath away with his kiss. His tongue explored my mouth with ease and confidence. He rose off his left hand and cupped my breast. His thumb leisurely grazed my already-hard nipple. A soft whimper escaped my lips, causing him to intensify the kiss. Catching me completely unaware, his hand slid down my stomach to my thigh. It traveled back up my thigh, but this time it was under my dress. His searching fingers found my freshly saved pussy, gliding one of them between my moist lips. He pulled his head back and pierced me with his gaze as one eyebrow raised. With a brazen need to be touched I reached down and cupped the bulge in his pants. I matched his gaze and raised one of my eyebrows to him in return.

Without a word, he reached behind me and painstakingly lowered the zipper of my dress and with a feather-soft touch, removed it from my shoulders, letting it slide down the length of my body, pooling at my feet. He helped me step out of it and led me to the center of the room. He took a step back and with those eyes that don’t miss a detail he took in the vision of me standing before him, wearing nothing but high heels, earrings, and his wedding ring.

This man was no stranger. He is my One, the man who completes me and loves me. The rest of our evening was spent passionately loving one another. Our domestic lives were miles away – in spirit as well as location. This night there was only us. We used our bodies to express to one another the love and feelings we share. As we drifted off to sleep, exhausted and content, his mischievous nature got the best of him and he whispered to me in the dark, “Excuse me, miss, but I don’t think I caught your name.” We giggled in the dark, snuggling tightly to one another as only two people who are very intimate with one another can do. “I love you, my One,” I whispered. “And I love you, my Angel.” It had been a long week. Everyday stress had weighed heavily on me, but I had something to look forward to this night. The kids were all with their “other” parents for the weekend. I got home to an empty house. I headed upstairs and took a long hot shower to wash away the stress of the day. I carefully shaved and groomed myself. I gave special attention to my hair and make up this night. I added perfume to all the right places. In the bedroom, I went through my closet and picked out the perfect dress. It was form-fitting and short. No panties or bra needed for this dress. I slipped my perfectly painted toes into my 2-inch heels and checked out my appearance in the full-length mirror. Being a working mom had left me feeling less than sexy at the time, but this dress changed all that. I switched purses and wrapped my light shawl around my shoulders.

I knew exactly where I was going. There is a bar in downtown Portland where my girlfriend Carrie and I have had some wonderful times. I pulled into the garage across the street and made my way over to the pub. I walked in and allowed my eyes to adjust to the lighting. The music was light rock; the easel outside said that a band would be there around 10. I looked at my watch. It was 8:45 now.

I approached the bar and ordered a drink. My shoe tapped the brass foot rest that ran under the bar, keeping beat with the music. I idly played with the straw in my drink, and as I looked up I saw a very handsome face smiling softly at me from the other end of the bar. I smiled back at him and looked down, a bit embarrassed and shy. When I looked up again, he was gone. Figures, I thought to myself, but the next thing I knew he was standing just to the left of me. He startled me when he leaned over and whispered in my ear, “A lovely lady such as you should not be alone on a Friday night.” A smile crossed my face as I looked up and smiled at him in the reflection of the mirror behind the bartender. In my sexy voice, I replied to him, “I no longer seem to be alone this Friday night.” “No, indeed not, pretty lady,” he answered.

For the next hour or so we talked. He bought me a drink or two and we got to know one another. He was quite charismatic and charming. He was giving me very obvious signals that I would not be alone when I woke up on Saturday morning. As we talked, I noticed that the man sitting on the side of the bar to my right was paying closer attention to us than most strangers normally would. He caught my eye and greeted me. I smiled softly and said hello. Then a friend of this man approached him and they started joking around and laughing. They began talking about the band that was going to play soon. My new friend commented to them that he’s been to their concerts in bigger venues and the three men start talking about other local bands. As the conversation continued, the three gentlemen vied for my attention. It was sweet and all in good nature and made me feel extremely sexy. This was definitely a turn on.

At a quarter after 10, the band began to play. This night they were playing old pop rock and soft rock songs. For the next hour I was taken to the dance floor by my handsome suitors. What a wonderful time I was having. I noticed the envious stares from a few of the women in the bar, but I didn’t care. Let them eat their hearts out, I thought. I was having the time of my life.

After more than an hour of non-stop dancing, I decided to take a quick break and go into the ladies room to freshen up. As I left the restroom, I noticed the time. The eleven o’clock hour was reaching its mid-point. As I entered the main room of the bar, I recognized the intro to one of my favorite songs. I saw one of my dance partners approaching me, but before he had a chance to reach me, a stranger walked in front of him. Startled, I took a small step back, but he reached down and took my hand. My eyes widened as his other hand took me by the waist and pulled me toward him. Even in my heels I had to look up to look into his eyes. They were a beautiful steel blue. I instantly felt as though he could see into me. I was certain he could feel my heart pounding. He led me in this dance. There was no doubt here who was in control. As he led me across the floor I saw my gentlemen friends at the bar, watching this man closely. I gave them a quick smile to let them know I was okay and that this man had not over-stepped his boundaries. There was electricity running through us and between us. It was almost tangible. What was it about this stranger who hadn’t even spoken to me? He had a devilish gleam in his eye, yet I had no fear of him.

When the song was over, his hand dropped from my waist, but he continued to hold my hand as he led me to the bar. Apparently, I was done dancing. He took me to the opposite end of the bar from my male companions. They didn’t seem all that happy about it, but they kept their distance. Before I realized what had happened, he had ordered a drink for me – my drink. How long had he been watching me to know this was my favorite drink?

We spent the next hour or so talking. Everything he said turned me on. He was an exceptionally attractive man. The magnetism between us was incredible. Several times one of the original flirts tried to get my attention or attempted to order a drink for me, but this stranger redirected my attention and declined the drink from the bartender. After a few more slow dances and another drink at the bar, the stranger leaned over and whispered in my ear. I slowly nodded and picked up my purse. I looked over at my admirers and winked as I took the proffered hand of my escort and he led me out the door. He pushed the front door of the pub open for me and just as he exited, turned to the men at the bar who were standing there watching us, speechless and he gave them that devilish smile.

He led me across the street to the parking garage where his car was parked. He opened the passenger side for me and handed me in. I was almost certain that my pounding heart was audible to him. As he pulled out onto the deserted city street, he confidently reached over and placed his warm hand on my bare thigh. My pulse raced faster. Oh god, I thought. Several blocks down from the pub we pulled over in front of a hotel. He walked around to my side and opened the door for me. He took me inside where he registered for a room for us. We took an elevator to the fourth floor from which he directed me to the room.

We entered the room and I placed my purse down on the dresser in front of me. Suddenly, he grabbed me by the shoulders and firmly pressed me to the wall. My big blue eyes looked up at him as my heart threatened to come straight out of my chest. He confidently leaned on his left hand, which was resting on the wall next to my head, trapping me. The fingers of his right hand reached up and touched my temple. Slowly, he grazed my scalp around my ear to the back of my head with his strong fingers. Suddenly he took a firm grip of my hair and wrapped his hand in it and pulled my head to his and kissed me deeply and passionately as no other man had. He took my breath away with his kiss. His tongue explored my mouth with ease and confidence. He rose off his left hand and cupped my breast. His thumb leisurely grazed my already-hard nipple. A soft whimper escaped my lips, causing him to intensify the kiss. Catching me completely unaware, his hand slid down my stomach to my thigh. It traveled back up my thigh, but this time it was under my dress. His searching fingers found my freshly saved pussy, gliding one of them between my moist lips. He pulled his head back and pierced me with his gaze as one eyebrow raised. With a brazen need to be touched I reached down and cupped the bulge in his pants. I matched his gaze and raised one of my eyebrows to him in return.

Without a word, he reached behind me and painstakingly lowered the zipper of my dress and with a feather-soft touch, removed it from my shoulders, letting it slide down the length of my body, pooling at my feet. He helped me step out of it and led me to the center of the room. He took a step back and with those eyes that don’t miss a detail he took in the vision of me standing before him, wearing nothing but high heels, earrings, and his wedding ring.

This man was no stranger. He is my One, the man who completes me and loves me. The rest of our evening was spent passionately loving one another. Our domestic lives were miles away – in spirit as well as location. This night there was only us. We used our bodies to express to one another the love and feelings we share. As we drifted off to sleep, exhausted and content, his mischievous nature got the best of him and he whispered to me in the dark, “Excuse me, miss, but I don’t think I caught your name.” We giggled in the dark, snuggling tightly to one another as only two people who are very intimate with one another can do. “I love you, my One,” I whispered. “And I love you, my Angel.”