Enjoy,
DP
This is the tale of my turn. I know Paul pretty well and one of his
fantasies is to meet a woman so overwhelmed with sexual desire that
nothing will stand in the way of her pleasure. He wants a woman so
consumed with lust and so driven for satisfaction that all her
inhibitions are completely gone.
This woman is so horny and crazed for sexual gratification that it doesn't matter where she is, who is around, or what it takes. She wants it and she wants it BAD! This is what I was to become and what a treat it would be. Here was an opportunity for me to be a completely different person. I could change my identity, my appearance and my personality. This was going to be great fun.
Just as Paul left for work, I let him know that today was to be one of
those "special occasions". The only other information I gave him was to
"expect a message from Sheila". He was a bit puzzled but got the idea.I
had a lot to do. I made a few phone calls, went shopping for a new
dress and went for a very long hair appointment. My long hair was now a
tantalizing black. Once back home, my next step was send off an email
message to my intended "victim". All it read was, "Meet me at
Southern's for drinks at 6:00. Sheila"
I took an extra long scented bath. I mentally ran through all my plans
for that evening. Just the thought of what was to happen started the
deep stirrings within me. A tingling between my legs had already begun.
Dressing in Sheila's new clothes just continued the arousal process. I
stood more just a moment in front of the mirror. My slim and trim body
looked pretty damned good. I felt so sexy in my black lace bra
perfectly designed to provide plenty of cleavage. The matching thong
panties rode way up over my hips. As thin as the front of those panties
were, they did a fine job of covering what remained of my pubic hair.
I loved how I looked and felt after putting on that silk burgundy
dress. It felt so smooth and soft against my skin. It flowed down and
clung so wonderfully to my waist and hips. It was very short and really
accentuated my long legs. The crossing front did nothing to hide my
anxious breasts. The thinness of the lace bra and the silk dress were
not enough to hide the buds of my already erect nipples. This was a
dress solely intended to attract attention and was designed to get in
and out of quickly! The same-color, high-heeled, open-toed, strapped
shoes finished the look off perfectly.
Southern star was the perfect place to begin this odyssey. It is a
modestly lit lounge with deeply engraved wood paneled walls. During
happy hour, the bar contained the usually assortment of yuppies in
their work attire but the surrounding booths and tables, covered in
dark red tablecloths, afforded just the right level of privacy. One can
see and be seen if one attracts enough attention.
One of those earlier calls I made was to the bartender, Kevin. Since
Paul and I frequented the place, we knew him reasonably well. (I went
there many times as my alter ego, not as Super Sheila!) When Paul
arrived, Kevin escorted him to a reserved corner table and had him sit
facing the room. It would be 30 intentional minutes later before I
arrived as on-the-prowl.
I entered the room but stood for a moment in the doorway. Starting with
the people at the bar and ending with Paul, like a wave at a football
game, heads began to turn my way. I can't say the room went completely
silent but it got measurably quieter. My eyes ignored everyone and
connected hard and strong with Paul's from the other side of the room.
I walked toward him with a slow sexy saunter.
My breathing was deep and deliberate, causing my breasts to rise and fall so that all could see. I walked up to the chair across the table from Paul, placed my hands on the back and leaned over to bring my well-supported and revealed chest closer to him. I am sure he could easily smell my perfume.
As seductively as I could I said, "Hello. I'm Sheila. I'll have a martini. Get one for me, won't you?"
Paul's face was an unforgettable sight. He could not believe his eyes.
He just stared at my dress covering all of me over and over again. Like
a well choreographed play, Kevin was at our table, even without the
request from Paul.
"Well?" I started. "Are you just going to stare at my tits or are you
going to tell him to get me that martini?" I sensed a smile from Kevin.
"Uh, yeah, sure. Two martini's please," Paul managed to stutter.
The drinks soon arrived and the game began. After a sip or two from my
drink, I began to play with the Olives. Not too aggressively at first,
I just twirled it around between my lips. The clear liquor made my red
lipstick glisten.
"So," I continued. "Are you enjoying my company?" I did not wait for an
answer before I slipped off a shoe and slowly ran my foot up the inside
of his leg.
I kept going until I could answer my own question with, "Well I guess so!"
We were both silent for a moment while I slid my bare foot up and down
his very large and obvious erection, still contained by his trousers.
My toes could easily feel his hardness and the bumps and ridges of his
wonderful member.
As for me, I could feel my abdomen begin to ache with
the familiar stirrings of arousal. I felt my moisture building and I
knew that in just seconds, my wetness would overwhelm the minute
material that covered my entrance.
Starring straight into Paul's eyes, my foot still stroking his hardon,
I resumed playing with the olives. I twirled it on my lips again and
sucked it in and out of my mouth, each time with a faint popping sound.
With mock surprise, I intentionally caused the now pimento-less olive
to fall from my lips. It landed in my hand at my lap. Quickly, so
Paul would not know,I brought the saliva-coated orb between my legs.
After parting the wisp of soaked fabric, I slipped the cherry between
my labia and easily covered it with the warm slippery juices seeping
from my opening.
I placed the olive between my lips. Instantly, I was treated to the scent, taste and texture of my own sweetly delicious juices. My nose and tongue tingled. My pussy raced to produce more. My foot left John's crotch. I leaned across the table with the pussyjuice covered fruit between my teeth. My lips touched John's. He bit down and only then did he discover where that fruit had been. He groaned deeply and muttered, "Oh my gawd!!!" While he chewed the morsel, our lips remained at a touching distance.
I whispered, "Listen to me. This is what I want you to do. Reach under the table and unzip your pants. I want you to take out that hard cock of yours. Don't say anything, just do it!" I sat back.
Kevin quickly came and left, leaving another round of drinks. Paul's eyes kept scanning the room to see if anyone was watching while he fumbled with himself beneath the table, the details of his actions well concealed by the tablecloth.
We drank our drinks in silence. I continued to play with olive, all the
while my foot massaged his now uncovered dick. I was literally dripping
with enjoyment. My toes were delicately rubbing his long length. It was
such a shame that I could not feel his balls during this process. My
foot rested against the shaft while my toes dabbled in the precum that
liberally oozed from the as yet unseen tip. While a toe smeared the
precum about the head of his cock, my tongue gave the same attention
to another lucky olive. A mixture of Gin, Vermouth and saliva easily
provided the wetness in the latter case.
It wasn't easy for either of us but eventually our drinks were just
about gone. There were a lot of low moans coming from our section of
the room. Kevin's very lovely barmaid, Jessica, another phone contact
made earlier in the day, came over to our table right on cue. I made no
effort to stop the caressing of Paul's cock.
Jessica lowered her sweet face to John, treating him to a view of her own
respectable cleavage. Speaking right into his ear she warned, "Listen
gorgeous, I'm as liberal as the next girl. Under other circumstances I
wouldn't mind sliding under this table and sucking that nice cock of
yours until you come but I don't own the place. It is probably better
if you put that hard cock back in your pants and you and your friend
take care of business elsewhere. The last thing I want is to clean your
cum off of that chair."
Throughout her entire speech I kept up my massaging of Paul's cock. I
wanted to make him as nervous and as uncomfortable as I possibly could.
When Jessica finished, she turned and left, tossing me a wink as she
passed. She was just perfect!
Paul was blushing a most impressive red while he fumbled to get
himself back into his pants. I couldn't help but smile at his
predicament. We crossed the full room together, with me grinning and
Paul's hardon still raging visibly. Heads turned and followed us as
we entered into the night.
