It’s funny how sometimes the more you drink and the more you chat to someone, the more you see in them. James was a pretty ordinary guy really but I could see he had a good physique and a pleasant smile and not only interesting to talk to but also a good listener. I did also notice as he collected a few glasses that there was a decent bulge beneath his trousers. I found out about his hobbies, his boring job, his messy divorce and in return he found out a bit about me, my career and my marriage. It was only half eleven and I was surprised how quiet it was, but James said it was always the same midweek. Anyway I was in no rush to get up from this comfy sofa I was now elegantly slumped in and James was happy to sit next to me,chat and keep the drinks coming. As we chatted I asked James why he seemed completely disinterested by my friend’s fairly obvious d*unken attempts to chat him up. He said that apart from not fancying her, she was d*unk and in any case he couldn’t leave the bar while guests were still up. However, he added, everyone else has come back to the hotel and are safely tucked up in bed now so I can rest easy. All that is except you Lisa, so I can focus all my attention on you - as his hand brushed my arm.
I may have been a bit, well a lot d*unk but I picked up on the subtle shift in the conversation. Before I had a chance to respond my phone buzzed, and then buzzed again. I glanced at the messages and exclaimed, maybe slightly too loudly ‘Prick!’ James immediately stood up and offered a rather flustered apology. ‘Oh no James, not you. Its my fucking husband. Just sent me a message saying ’hope you're tucked up in bed’ and then in the second message he said ‘alone’. I bet he’s sitting in bed wanking and imagining I'm up to no good. What a twat’
With that James was noticeably more relaxed and gave me a smile. As he was now standing right in front of me I could hardly miss the bulge in his trousers and the fact that it was somewhat larger than earlier. As my eyes moved back to make eye contact again he was looking straight back at me grinning and said ‘Sounds like he doesn’t trust you Lisa’. Now it was my turn to get slightly flustered. If I’d been sober I’d have said ‘not in the slightest, don’t know what you mean’ but unfortunately I wasn’t, so I blurted out ‘oh it was just something that happened a long time ago. Not my finest hour. And to make things worse I then went home and told him. And before you ask - no I’m not going to tell you’ But I felt a bit hot and flustered by now. James sat back down next to me, slightly closer than before, and said ’That’s fine I don’t want to know. But I’m guessing it's something to do with another man, which is understandable with you being an attractive woman.’ I could feel my face heating up but not just with embarrassment. His hand was back next to my arm and whilst casually brushing it he continued ‘and you have the type of physique to attract any hot blooded guy, but by the way you are dressed I think you know that. Tight top, short skirt, heels and if I’m not mistaken I’m sure I detected stockings and suspenders too’. In fact if you keep sliding down this sofa I might get a proper glimpse of them in a minute’ he said with a chuckle.
Oh god I realised I must look a right fucking state slumped in a chair, d*unk with my skirt riding up. Not that James seemed to mind. In fact he seemed to be finding it all rather amusing. Good job he hadn’t noticed my nipples hardening. He might take that as some sort of green light!
‘Oh and by the way that tight top does nothing to hide the fact that your nipples are suddenly somewhat prominent’ he followed up.
‘Oh Mr pot and kettle with his bulging trousers!’ - where the fuck did that come from? Why did I say that? ‘Can you blame me?’ he batted back, moving his hand from my arm down to my thigh. ‘If this skirt rides up much more I’ll be able to see your stocking tops - with a bit of luck’. The touch of his hand on my thigh caused an involuntary gasp and a slight flutter in my belly. ‘I keep thinking about your hubby all alone wanking his little cock while you’re sitting here with me’ James added, sliding his hand slightly further up my stocking-clad thigh ‘wondering what his dirty little wife is up to. You didn’t answer his text so his mind will be racing! He’ll be thinking you’re with another guy again like before’ Before I could stop myself I d*unkenly blurted out ‘it was two actually’
The look of surprise on his face was a picture. ‘Lisa, You fucked two guys and then told him? Poor fucker! No wonder he’s pumping his cock you little slut’ He may have looked surprised but it didn’t stop him from continuing further up my thigh to my stocking tops; his touch on my skin making me gasp again. ‘You should text him back really. Put his mind at rest.’
‘Fuck it I will’, I slurred, reaching for my mobile but in so doing only managing to accidentally ride my skirt up further and part my thighs. James shifted so he had a clear view and said ‘go on then text the little wanker while I’m admiring this lovely view of your stocking tops and silky panties. God how I love a woman in stockings and suspenders. Such a fucking turn on’
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