A Fantasy - Chapter Two

Chapter Two – Just a drink

Sandra waved to a group of people that she knew at a table, brushed cheeks and 'muahed' a girlfriend before spotting Mark at the brasserie bar. She took the hand he offered for her to shake, pulled him forward and brushed his cheeks with hers. He looked slightly startled.

“Oh, don’t worry, I am well known here and yes, I have phoned hubby to tell him I am having a social drink with a guy I only met this morning.” Sandra giggled at the surprised look still on Mark's face.

“So, ah, you have ah, an open relationship? You and hubby?” Mark still wasn’t sure what to make of the situation.

“If by 'open relationship' you mean I, we”, she lowered her voice and pulled his head down so his ear was near to her mouth, “swing, share or otherwise fuck around...”. Sandra almost laughed out loud as she studied the guy's face for reaction. She raised her voice again, “The answer is absolutely 'NO'! We have a relationship built on love and trust; he has female friends as I have male friends. It is possible you know to have a platonic relationship.” She placed the tip of one finger under Mark's chin and gently pushed his mouth shut.

“That's the first time I have seen you laugh and it confirms that you are truly beautiful”, Mark gushed.

“Why thank you kind sir, oh, and yes please I will have a glass of rosé, a girl could die of thirst here”, she giggled and waved to more people that she knew.

Sipping the deliciously cool rosé Sandra caught Mark's hand and towed him to a table for two in a corner. She sat so that she could see who came and went, waving occasionally to those that she knew, hoping that a few of her girlfriends would see and wonder just who this hunk of a man was.

“Oh silly man, of course I'm sure”, she responded to Mark's worried question of was this dark little corner appropriate for her to be sat with a stranger. “After all what would we, could we get up to.” There was the story again, 'despite the crowded bar the guy reached under her summer dress his fingers excitedly searching for the prize between her thighs. The tips of his fingers dragged aside the brief yellow panties and began to explore her very active pussy.' Sandra gulped on a mouthful of wine and shifted her butt uncomfortably on the hard seat trying desperately to get the scenario of a story out of her mind.

“OK, if you're sure, only I think I would have preferred somewhere where you, we, ah, weren’t known. Mark's brow began to display a sheen and he fingered his collar. 'He had to have that pussy that responded so well to his fingers, but where? If only there was space he would fuck her right here with her sitting on the king-sized erection threatening to burst the zip of his pants.

“Oh come on, you're a married man, be brave, I wont attack you”, Sandra was cracking up inside but managed to just smile sweetly. Still she could not rid her brain of the story. 'The girl read his thoughts, motioned him to move to the furthest corner of the niche in which they were seated on a bench seat. Sitting beside him she unzipped his pants and with shaking fingers liberated his now erect cock. Lifting the back of her dress and pulling aside her panties she manoeuvred herself onto his lap where he held his cock and positioned it so that she could slide her desperately hungry pussy on to the hard staff.' Sandra desperately shook her head as if to rearrange her brain and to disperse the words of the story.

“So tell me”, asked Mark, “some more of your naughty words as I am intrigued as to how you come up with the ideas.”

Sandra verbalised the thoughts that she had just had hoping to hell that he wouldn’t stand up yelling at how disgusting she was and stomp out of her favourite brasserie. There was a pause as Mark took a large draft of his beer and swallowed hard.

“That scenario came to your mind as we sat down here,” He said, incredulously, He took another great mouthful of beer and swallowed it. “And was the guy me?” She raised her eye brows and put her head to one side. Now beads of sweat appeared on his brow. “Wow” was all that he could say, but he was thinking hard, she could tell.

“Oh don’t get too excited Mark”, she tried to calm him but also calm herself too, “it happens all the time and as yet no man other than my husband has got even to first base with me. “They are merely words that I type into my notebook”, she claimed, “When I get home I will type all the segments that have come to mind today and form them into a story.”

“All, there have been more today?” he was eager to know how and in what way he had featured.

Describing the scenes that had come to her that day he sat mesmerised. “Wow”. He seemed somewhat dumbstruck. “Yellow panties eh?” Sandra nodded casually. He continued hopefully, “You have any proof of that statement.”

As covertly as she could Sandra slipped off the yellow panties, crushed them into a ball and held out the fist containing the intimate garment. Mark hesitated and with actions of a guilty man looked around before holding out his open palm on the table. Sandra pressed the undies into the guy's hand. She panicked as a flash of yellow escaped mark's hand before he could close his fingers around the fabric.

Once safely in his grasp he took his hand from the table. His lips formed words that asked if he may savour the perfume of them. Sandra gave a look of mock horror but nodded that he could. His hand at his face as if clearing his throat Mark sniffed. His eyes closed as he concentrated his olfactory sense and other senses on gaining maximum benefit of the perfume. He smiled, took her hand and kissed it.

“Hey, those are mine, you wanted proof not to own them, I need to be covered”, she demanded as he was about to pocket her undies. “There are cool breezes around today”, she laughed. He handed them back reluctantly, no doubt he was hoping for a trophy of this day.

Now her head was clearer Sandy chatted animatedly about all things under the sun, Mark was impressed at her ability to discuss most subjects but he was observant enough to notice how sexual connotations were never far from her mind. The stories that she wrote were obviously a large part of her life. He asked to be permitted to read her literature but Sandy was reluctant at this stage in their relationship to allow it.

It seemed no time at all before work once again intruded on leisure time and both of them finished their drink and left the brasserie. They agreed that if possible they would meet either on the train or here at the brasserie at midday the next day. As she walked away he noticed what a great butt she had. Would he, like her, never stray? Certainly he couldn’t wait to see her again.