#stranger

Lean in It’s been a long, but fun day. I’m so flattered the company has asked me to perform some training again in Chicago. The night has been even better. I’m still pretty buzzed from drinks with the other trainers. That nice long, hot shower after getting back to my room was wonderful. Of course laying back on the bed in only a half open hotel robe and doing some lively, late night sexting with my husband really got me hot and bothered. There’s only one thing left now that could perfectly top off this night. A burger. It’s late, though. Nothing will be open…….except maybe the bar downstairs. Arg. That means I have to put on clothes. I can make this quick. I slip out of the robe and drop it on the bed. I pull on the first shorts and tank top I grab. I’ll be down and back in no time. I slide into a pair of sandals, grab my phone, and stick my key card into my pocket, and out the door I go. As I step out of the elevator and walk over to the bar I look around and am thankful not to see anyone from training. I get to the bar and find a menu someone left out. I sit and start looking through it. The bartender comes over and asks me what I’d like. “I’m going to get a little food to take to my room.” I find the burger I want and I look up to order. For the first fraction of a second when I look at him I catch him looking at my chest. As usual, I let it go and order my food. Might as well get another drink while I wait so I ask for a glass of house red as well. When he walks away I look down. I notice the shirt I threw on is my low cut gray tank top with the thin spaghetti straps. Also, because I didn’t take the time to put on a bra or underwear I see the shape of my nipples poking through. I cross my arms and look around, embarrassed. Why didn’t I just throw on a bra? After a few moments I remember some of the things my husband has been trying to tell me. He wants me to feel sexy and be confident in myself. Believe in my own beauty and embrace it. My wine comes. I keep one arm covering me as I take a quick drink. He tells me when a guy checks me out or flirts with me he sees that as a compliment and proof that I’m hotter than I think. I look around again and think none of these people know me. I’m pretty anonymous right now. I can even use the drinks as an excuse to let loose a bit. Fine, I’ll try to lean into this a little. I sheepishly let my other arm down. I’m not sure how to feel about this. I’m both scared and excited. It feels like everyone is staring at my chest, though no one is even looking at me, Of course those feelings are making my nipples even harder. I’m fully clothed, but still feel very exposed. There’s really nothing wrong with my attire, so why do I feel so…….naughty. I know what I need to do. Text Robert. I’m sure he’s still up. I bet if I tell him what I’m wearing and about the bartender ogling my tits, and top it off with the fact I left my underwear and bra in my room, he’ll have fun with that and it’ll probably get another round of sexting started. Of course he’s going to need some pics, too, I think with a smile. So, I pick up my phone. As I begin texting I hear from the end of the bar “Hi. I’m Matt. What’s your name?” I look in the direction of the voice. “What was that?“ “ I said my name is Matt. What’s yours?” I paused for a moment. This thirtyish man with a cocktail in hand is stunning. He’s around 6’ 2”, black hair, and a dark tan. His chiseled jaw with manicured stubble is perfect masculine beauty. Surprisingly, though his eyes are a piercing deep blue color. Regaining my senses I say “Oh. Sorry. I’m Lanie.” “Nice to meet you Lanie.” He slides over to me and reached out to shake my hand. He had a firm grip yet still very gentle. We exchanged a few pleasantries, talked about what we were both in town for, and simply had a lovely conversation. The bartender brought my order, but before I could pay Matt told him to charge it to his room. I thanked him and we continued our conversation. We both also added a few more drinks to his tab. I reached the perfect level of drunk where I really want to dance. The music that was playing at the bar wasn’t helping. While Matt is talking my shoulders start to bounce with the beat and I begin to sway slightly. He notices and says “Do you want to dance?” “Here? There’s no dance floor.” “Come on. Everywhere is a dance floor.” He took my hand and pulled me to my feet. He began to move with the music and look directly into my eyes. I haven’t been dancing in so long, so I join in and have an amazing time on the impromptu dance floor. After a couple of songs the music becomes a little more mellow. Matt pulls me to him and we begin to sway in each others arms. At a meer 5’ 2” my face lays against his chest. His scent is mesmerizing. As I continue to relax, forgetting everything else in the world except the music and his scent, I feel his hand slide down my back to rest on my ass. Any other time in my marriage I would never have allowed myself to let things go this far. This time, though, Robert’s words have been occasionally running through my head. Embrace my sexuality, enjoy the flirting, there’s no guilt in letting myself be desired. He says to not only feel desirable, but be desired. Don’t just think someone may want me, know that there are men that see me and want to have me. I don’t know how far he was thinking I should go to achieve that, but I’m guessing this must have crossed his mind. I let it happen. I let Matt touch me and I let myself feel desired. My face stays on his chest and his hand moves slowly over my ass cheek. That nearly forbidden touch begins to force a feeling I’ve not had in fifteen years. The scary, exciting, rush of being touched by someone new. My adrenaline begins pumping. I’m blushing, probably all over. I raise my hand to his chest and look up at him. I’m so conflicted. I want to keep going. I want to keep feeling this way and to fulfill Robert’s wishes for us. I’m just not sure if I can do this yet. “I think I better sit down.” I finally say. “Maybe one too many drinks.” “Sure. This isn’t really my song anyway.” He says with a grin. As sweet as he is and as good as he looks I need to put the breaks on this situation before it goes further than I can handle. “I should go. I have obligations in the morning, also…..” I pause, then abashedly say “and I’m married.” ”Oh, I see.” He says looking down. “So, what would your husband think of the last hour and a half we’ve spent together?” “Well, He’d be the first to say no matter how much he loves me I’m not his property and I can do as I please. He also always tells me to have the best time I can, and I can definitely thank you for a wonderful time tonight. Be that as it may, I am his wife. I may not be his property, but I belong to him.” I stand taking his hand in both of mine. “Really, thank you. Tonight’s been great. You’ve made me feel pretty good about myself. Better than I have for a while.” I turn and walk out. I leave behind the paper bag holding my would be dinner, now cold, and the most attractive, attentive man I’ve ever met. I walk into the elevator and turn. Matt steps in next to me. He presses the button for the 22nd floor. “Which one for you?” “9. Thanks.” As we ascend, now with a bit of awkwardness, he turns to me and says “Ok, in a few more floors we’ll never see each other again. Would you grant me one request? A kiss. A simple first and last kiss.” In a quick moment many thoughts go through my mind. I’m married. Robert enjoys it when I flirt. A kiss can easily turn into much more. Elevator rides are very short, how much could possibly happen? I’m instantly shaking at the thought of a first last kiss. I look at the digits climbing on the display. “Ok. Just one kiss.” I face him as he leans down to me and rests his hand on the side of my jaw. Gently as a feather his lips touch mine. Electricity fires throughout my body. I start shaking so hard it nearly becomes vibrating. The temperature in the small compartment escalates. He pulls back slightly and looks at me taking in all of my face. He grins as his thumb grazes my bottom lip. I close my eyes and sigh. Matt pulls me to him again to kiss me harder. My lips part and invite his tongue into my mouth. One of his hands move to the back of my head, my hair tangles in his fingers. His other hand finds my lower back. With my fists clenching his shirt at his sides I’m too involved in the moment to notice the doors open then close again. I’m having trouble thinking of a way to stop this, but I have to. Don’t I? My conscience says so. My entire body on the other hand is fully engaged. In a half-hearted attempt to stop myself from going any further, I quickly force myself to spin, facing away from him. It causes his hand that was on my lower back to now be on my stomach. He takes the opportunity and it slides under my small top and up to my chest. He kisses my shoulder while he cups my breast and rubs his thumb over my extremely hard nipple. The fingers of his other hand dip under the waistband of my shorts. He pulls at my pelvis so that I’m pressed firmly against him. So firmly that I feel every inch of his considerable erection just above my ass. I’m outside of myself. I have almost no control left over my body. Before I realize it my hand reaches between us and begins to stroke him over his pants. His fingers slide lower. At the very moment they find my wet pussy, his fingertip just beginning to spread my lips to push inside of me the doors open. The moments it took to ascend 22 floors seemed like an erotic eternity. Gently sliding his hands out from my clothes he pulls away from me and steps out through the door. He stopped, turned, and reached his hand out, beckoning me to go with him. I step forward, blow him a kiss, and push the 9 button. His head drops and the doors close. I fall against the wall. My legs can barely keep me upright. I lean there panting, wet, and needing to be touched more. The doors open again on floor 9. As I walk to my room alone a smile finds my face. The realization comes that, rather than our usual roll play, I finally have a real story for my husband that’s going to make him rock hard and drive him crazy for me.