1. Erotic Encounter


    Date: 8/12/2016, Categories: Wife / MILF, Author: aldenbradley, Source: LushStories

    The seat beneath me hadn’t even had a chance to get warm before I caught sight of the stunning redhead seated at the bar just off to my left. What I noticed first was the slit in her black skirt exposing what I supposed was a white half-slip, and a generous portion of her left thigh. As my eyes traveled up, I could see she had attired herself to be alluring, with a tight, white blouse that both contrasted to the black skirt and displayed the delightful swell of her generous bosom. Above the blouse was the expanse of a long, sinuous neck, dangling earrings, and a tousle of red hair wrapped and tucked around her head. I averted my stare as she looked at me, and was caught when my gaze returned to her. I noticed a smile caress her lips as she hastily scanned my face and frame. She placed her glass on the bar, spoke to the bartender, then rose from the stool. She walked past me, looking straight ahead as she headed toward the ladies. I watched her hips swing in a tantalizing invitation as she moved in her four-inch black heels. She returned in just a few minutes. This time as she passed me she gave me a smile. She returned to her seat and, once again, displayed the sexy expanse of leg and thigh as she hitched herself on the stool. A young lawyer-type took the stool to her right and tried to engage her in conversation. She essentially had her back to him, and I saw her twist her head around. Whatever she said to him seemed to dampen his ardor somewhat, and he departed for a table ...
    near the center of the room. The stool on her left was unoccupied. She seemed to scan the room leisurely as she sipped her libation. The music in the background thumped a driving beat. I saw her foot in motion in time to the music. Other than that, she seemed oblivious to her surroundings, limiting her interactions to order a second, and then a third drink from the bartender. She glanced my way again, catching me examining her. She nodded and stood up at her place on the bar. I saw her pull a napkin toward her and retrieve a pen from the purse she carried. She scribbled something, emptied her glass and turned directly toward me. In four steps she reached my booth, slipped the napkin on the table and turned for the exit. “Let’s do this,” the note read. I paid my tab to the bartender and made my way to the door. As I left the cool air of the bar I could see her standing next to a small, green import. I walked toward her. “Would you rather drive?” I asked. “No,” she said, holding up her keys. I took them, opened the door for her and was treated to another view of her long, luxurious legs as she swiveled into the seat. I closed the door carefully and rushed around the rear toward the driver’s door. As I slid behind the wheel I asked her: “Any destination in mind?” “You know the Sleepy Nest?” “Yes,” I replied. It wasn’t exactly top of the line, but neither was it a rent-by-the-hour hellhole. As I pulled out of the parking lot I felt her hand rest on my thigh. She stroked it up and ...
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