I wanted to share with you a fantasy. I don't know if you can help me and give me your opinion. I'm a bit confused and... I don't know if it's because of the glass of white wine I'm drinking while I write this or because I get slutty for every letter I type. Here's the situation: A few days ago, in my hometown and where I also reside, I went out with a guy I had met on Tinder to a jazz club. The club in question is apparently seedy, underground, and you might think you're in New Orleans itself. Once you step inside, saxophone, piano, double bass, and all sorts of melodies make you surrender. Jazz grabs you and doesn't let go, it's like a drug that takes you to nirvana. That night, as you can imagine, I made myself reach my own nirvana... not exactly the jazz. The guy, Paul, is currently in Lisbon enjoying some deserved vacations, but I'm thinking maybe it wouldn't be bad to repeat our encounter when he returns to the city. I've told you before that I'm around 40, thin, with little breast but prominent nipples that get hard as rocks at the first caress... have I said the first caress? Right now they're extremely hard just thinking about what I'll do. My idea is to invite Paul to the bar. Imagine us listening to a blues tune with the dim light accompanying the club. Paul is sitting at one of the round tables right in front of the small stage. It's then that I enter. Wearing a short blue dress with my back exposed, no bra because I don't need it, lace stockings up to mid-thigh, high-heeled boots up to the knee, my favorite black thong and two drops of the scent that always accompanies me. I enter the club timidly and sit down next to Paul. I give him a shy but wet kiss on the corner of his lips and take off my coat so he can see my nipples through... Dress. I notice that the people at the local are looking at me. I imagine it's not just Paul who has noticed how excited I am when I arrived. I order a Sazerac to blend in with the atmosphere and while taking my first sip, I whisper into his ear: - Tonight I'll be your slut and do whatever you want.
Paul doesn't take long to react and makes me uncross my legs with his gaze. He puts his hand in without thinking who might be watching and starts moving it up until he reaches my pubis. It touches me, checks that I'm already wet, and responds: - If you're going to be my slut, I want you to take off your thong in front of everyone and give it to me.
As he says this, he takes his hand out and makes me suck each of his fingers one by one. I do what Paul tells me to do. I slowly take off the thong while Kind of Blues by Miles Davis is playing. The public is drunk with the sound of the piano and absent from my show and that I've left with my legs open and my dress up above my knees.
I give the thong to Paul as he approaches and puts his hand back between my legs. He starts putting in one finger, two, three, four, and then starts moving them around to the rhythm of each chord.
- I want you to come now, slut, because when we start, you won't stop. I'm full of cum for you. Is that what you want?
I'm not even able to respond. The people applaud the end of the song as I'm about to reach my first climax of the night. I move my hand to his pants. I notice how hard it is over the jeans and can only think about the long night ahead.
The saxophone starts again, Bitches Brew. I take a sip of my Sazerac. Long. INTENSE. I try to recover from my orgasm.
Do you want to know how my FANTASY continues? (I accept suggestions));)
Paul doesn't take long to react and makes me uncross my legs with his gaze. He puts his hand in without thinking who might be watching and starts moving it up until he reaches my pubis. It touches me, checks that I'm already wet, and responds: - If you're going to be my slut, I want you to take off your thong in front of everyone and give it to me.
As he says this, he takes his hand out and makes me suck each of his fingers one by one. I do what Paul tells me to do. I slowly take off the thong while Kind of Blues by Miles Davis is playing. The public is drunk with the sound of the piano and absent from my show and that I've left with my legs open and my dress up above my knees.
I give the thong to Paul as he approaches and puts his hand back between my legs. He starts putting in one finger, two, three, four, and then starts moving them around to the rhythm of each chord.
- I want you to come now, slut, because when we start, you won't stop. I'm full of cum for you. Is that what you want?
I'm not even able to respond. The people applaud the end of the song as I'm about to reach my first climax of the night. I move my hand to his pants. I notice how hard it is over the jeans and can only think about the long night ahead.
The saxophone starts again, Bitches Brew. I take a sip of my Sazerac. Long. INTENSE. I try to recover from my orgasm.
Do you want to know how my FANTASY continues? (I accept suggestions));)
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