Page 1 of Jewel

Jewel

My finger tapped against the stem of my wine glass as I stared down at the piece of paper that had been waiting for me on the hotel bed right next to a beautifully gift wrapped box.

Have a hot bath, do your hair and makeup. Wear what’s in the box. Then head down to the bar and find a man to use you for the night. Enjoy yourself.

Husband.

Knots formed in my stomach. He wanted me to pick up a man, a complete stranger, in the bar of the hotel. The fear that had formed inside me slowly turned into a warm throb between my legs as I perched on the edge of the bar stool. My black peep-toe stiletto covered feet were crossed; the toes pushing into the floor were the only thing stopping me from slipping off the edge of my seat. My nerves frayed at the sensations filling me. Lust.Nervousness. A heavy fullness, rubbing deliciously. I was too scared to sit back properly in my seat in case I disgraced myself.

Then I would never pick up a stranger. I lifted the wine glass to my mouth and took a fortifying sip of the cool tart liquid. My red lipstick left a kiss on the rim as I looked at the mirror panelling that lined the back of the bar behind all the liquor bottles. The bar was classy, all chrome and black, with a man playing a piano quietly in the corner. There were very few patrons at the moment, but I doubted that would last for much longer. Darkness had well and truly taken over, and I was sure that the bar would be filled with laughter and the clinking of glasses soon.

Definitely not the kind of place to organise a play date.

My heart started to pound in my chest as a man in a navy-blue suit walked through the doors, my pussy echoing the rhythm as I took him in. He was older than me, maybe around Husband’s age, and would have been roughly the same height. Pausing for just a moment he scanned the room, eyes alighting on the bar, and then he made his way in my direction. This was it, this was the stranger. I had to talk to him. I had to find a way to persuade him to go up to my room, to fuck me hard. To use me. A low pulse rolled through my clit, heat spreading through my pelvis at the thought. Discreetly I tried to squeeze my thighs together as I took another sip of my wine.

“Bourbon on the rocks please.”

He stopped by the chair next to mine; his cologne wafting toward me had me breathing the musky scent in like it was something I could eat. It was one of the most delicious aromas I had ever smelled. And familiar. This was a sign from Husband. This man, wearing his cologne, was the man I should take to my hotel room.

“Hard day at the office?” My voice came out huskier than I had intended, fear gripping me as it occurred to me that I hadn’t had to flirt, let alone pick up, in years.

A quiet chuckle left him. “You could say that.”

He reached out and took the glass that had appeared on a napkin, taking a sip and savouring the taste with a slow swallow. My eyes took him in and loved what they saw. The sleeve of his jacket pulled tight around his bicep with the movement making me wonder if the suit was cut well, or if he was. He pulled out the stool beside me and turned to face me, his knee touching mine, one hand still holding his glass.

“And you? What is a beautiful woman doing all alone in a bar?”

My lips quirked at the pick-up line. Maybe this wouldn’t be as hard as I thought.

“Just looking to relax and have a little bit of fun.”

A smirk filled his face. “I’m all about having fun.”

His free hand fell to his knee, his fingers reaching to caress the bare skin of mine. My thigh muscles ached with the weight of his hand, my nipples stiffening against the lace of my bra as he gave my legs a gentle squeeze. He watched me intently, gauging my reaction.

“What kind of fun are you looking for?”

I took another sip of my wine and inhaled a deep breath before I turned to face him fully, pushing my knee further into his hand so that his fingers slid up the inside of my thigh. This time I intentionally made my voice lower, huskier, sexier.

“The kind where I take a stranger from the bar up to my room and let him fuck me into the early hours of the next day.”

A playful smile touched my lips as I gave him a moment to let my words sink in. Hiding my nerves, I casually brought my glass back up to my lips and took another sip. My throat started tofeel warm from the burn of the wine on its way down, my pussy clenched when his smirk turned from playful to hungry.

“That sounds exactly like my kind of fun.”

His grip on my thigh became firmer as he slid his hand up a bit higher, his thumb pushing into my inner thigh. He let go of his drink and placed that hand on my right thigh, the coolness making me gasp. Giving a light tug, he pulled me closer to him, my knees between his, sending electric arcs from my lower back to my core as it pushed into me deeper. I was sure my head lolled to the side a little, but the sudden dampening of my panties was all I could focus on. Both of his hands held my thighs firmly just below the hem of my dress, thumbs rubbing the sensitive flesh, fingers only inches from my panties. I shakily placed my wine glass back onto the bar top as I brought my gaze up to meet his. He leaned in toward me, his breath tasting of bourbon, and brought his jaw to rest next to mine as he quietly spoke into my ear.

“Would you like me to be that stranger? Would you like me to take you back up to your room, make you kneel on the ground, undo my pants, and suck on my dick? My hand in your hair as I slowly fuck your face.”

My breath caught on his words as his breath on my neck sent a shiver down my spine. A whimper bubbled out of my throat as his hands held me in place, preventing me from moving my legs to get some relief. My pussy was hot and heavy, begging to be filled. I could feel it clenching with his words, as I imagined his hand roughly pulling my hair while his cock slid in and out of my mouth.

“Would you like me to strip you out of that red dress, lay you out on the bed, and lick my way down your body? Would you like me to peel your panties down your thighs and lick your clit until you are screaming for an orgasm?”

He leaned back so that he could look me in the eye. There was nothing but us and piano music drifting through the room. My breathing was sharp and shallow, my breasts swollen. I wanted this man to fuck me. To use me. He could see it in my eyes. I wanted this so badly.

“Yes.” My voice came out hoarse and broken.

His hands pushed further up my thighs, his fingers toying with the hem of my dress. Sure that if he moved his fingers up any higher my panties would be on display, I was all but melting into my stool.

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