Savannah 3:2 - The Stranger Takes Charge

He grinned widely at her. "Does everything fit well?"

She nodded, "Everything fits perfectly. It appears as though someone let slip my size."

"A little birdie told me."

Gwen smiled. The man was very charming.

"A little birdie also told me you'll do anything I ask you to." His voice nudged down in degree and Gwen could see the lust in his eyes.

"As long as it's not illegal, I'll do my best to pleasure you anyway you'd like." To prove her point, she slid her hand up along the man's thigh and looked at him through her lashes.

"Show me," he said and looked her in the eyes. "Take off your panties and give them to me."

Gwen raised her eyebrow at him and began to get up from the table. He gently rested his hand on top of hers.

"No, take them of right here and hand them to me."

Gwen felt herself blush. She was not easily embarrassed, but there was something about taking off her clothes in public that made her nervous. She felt a flush rise through her and her panties dampened slightly more. She sat back down in the chair and looked around. No one was paying any particular attention to them. The thought came to her that performing in public could be quite arousing. She thought about the man touching her, there at the table, under the table, in a room full of people. She felt another rush of arousal run through her. She shifted in her chair and set about fulfilling the man's request.

She tentatively slid her hand up under her dress and looked around again to see if anyone was looking.

"No one's watching," he said softly. "Take them off for me."

Gwen looked into his eyes and slid her hand up further. Damp fabric met her fingers and she blushed. She inched her fingers under the fabric and slid them up along the side. She tugged at the fabric, but it didn't move much. She shifted in her seat and tugged again. The panties moved, she tugged them side to side, inch by inch, until they were down just above the hemline of her dress. She looked once more at the man, took a breath and grabbed the panties with both hands. She quickly slid them down her legs and over her shoes.

"Very good," he said. Gwen noticed he was beginning to look flushed as well. "Hand them to me."

Gwen placed them into his outstretched hand. He subtly lifted them to his nose and took a deep breath. He smiled at her before placing them in his suit pocket. He saw her glance at the door and around the room.

"We're not done yet. There's something else I want from you before we leave the bar. I promise we'll leave and I promise I'll fuck you, but you have to do one more thing." He paused, looking intensely at her. "I want you to touch yourself."

Gwen looked at him but didn't move.

"Right here, right now. I want you to touch yourself for me. I want you to feel the slickness that dampened your panties. I want you to slide your fingers in and out of your cunt. I want you to play with your clit until you're just about to come."

Gwen's mouth fell open slightly as she sucked in her breath. The force and desire of his voice compelled Gwen to do as he asked. Resisting the urge to glance around the room again, she tentatively slid her fingers back up her thigh. She rearranged herself on her seat to allow her thighs to part ever so slightly. She slipped them up further to her waiting wetness and gasped softly as she reached it. Her clit throbbed as she circled her fingers around it.

"Good girl," he said and leaned back to watch. "Keep touching yourself. I want to watch you pleasure that sweet cunt of yours."

The power of the moment struck Gwen. She was in control of the situation. The thought made her arousal spike. She leaned back slightly and spread her thighs even further. Her fingers circled her clit and she made herself gasp again. She felt her body reacting, the heat in her core rose and her face felt hot. She moved her fingers around in a practiced motion, knowing what her body needed. Gwen bit her lip to keep from groaning.

The man shifted in his seat and Gwen saw the noticeable bulge in his pants.

"Fuck yourself with your fingers. Push them inside you." he whispered. His voice was thick with desire when he spoke.

Gwen moaned softly and slipped her fingers down. She pushed two fingers against her cunt lips. The slick wetness dripping from her allowed them inside so easily that Gwen couldn't control the gasp that escaped from her lips.

"God, that's right, fuck yourself. Don't come though. Don't you dare. I want you to save that for me."

Gwen groaned again and pushed her fingers deeper inside. She didn't care who was watching her now. It was only her and the man, right then. She moved her fingers in and out of her cunt. She was aware of how she looked and she just didn't care. She moved her thumb up to her clit so she could keep thrusting her fingers inside. She didn't know how long she could stay like this before coming. The idea of being seen began to turn her on even more. The power of the moment overtook her. She pushed a third finger inside and couldn't help but arch her back at the intrusion. She gasped again as she thrust her fingers inside. She rubbed her clit harder with her thumb, lost in the sensations. She felt the orgasm rising in her and she suddenly grabbed the table to steady herself.

"Tell me," he said.

"I need to stop. I need to come.," she gasped and looked directly at him. "I need you to fuck me."

The man groaned and grabbed her wrist. Gwen struggled to her feet. Her knees felt weak and she could barely keep up with his long strides. He pulled her behind him, his grip strong. She felt the slight tremble in his touch. He pulled her toward the door but instead of turning to the bank of elevators, he pulled her to the exit.

"Where are we..."

"Don't worry," he said. "Just come with me."



to be continued...

Savannah 3:1 - The Stranger

Gwen knocked on the door to the hotel room. She had taken the care to put on a sophisticated grey sheath dress and black heels before coming out tonight. The hotel was of the expensive variety and the request made of her was to dress accordingly. Gwen checked the dangling black crystal earrings that hung from her ears just as the door opened. The gentleman before her stood tall in the doorway. Gwen's eyes roamed over the tight physique that filled an expensive black Italian suit. Gwen knew from the cut that he likely shopped in the same places her husband frequented. Green eyes sparkled over a dazzling smile. For a moment, Gwen wondered if she had the right room. A man like this didn't need a woman in her profession. His smile alone could easily bed any woman of his choosing.

"Come in," he said and stepped aside.

"I'm Gwen," she said and hesitated, giving the man a chance to tell her she was in the wrong place.

"I know," he said in return and Gwen stepped into the room. Her eyes swept over the expensive suite and settled on a large black box on the bed.

"I have a simple request," he said as he took her hand and led her further into the room. "Put on what's in the box and meet me at the bar." He must have seen the sudden concern in her eyes and continued. "Don't worry, it's perfectly decent. I called for your size and do believe you'll be quite pleased." He let go of her hand and walked to the door. He turned to her before stepping out. "Sit at the bar. You do not know me."

"But I don't know your name." she said, confused.

"I know. All the better," he responded and was gone.

Gwen stared down at the box. The date was turning out to be most unusual. With a tentative motion, she opened the lid. She was met with a luxurious gold paper. Delicately opening the paper, she gasped softly at what she revealed. Fingers slid through the straps of a sequined dress. She lifted it from the box, admiring the exquisite material. The thin straps led down to a plunging neckline. Black sequins shimmered in the low light of the room. The short hemline would reveal quite a bit of leg but she knew that was the plan with a dress like this.

She laid the dress aside and looked at the remaining items in the box. High black strappy satin stilettos sat next to a small black lacy thong. The most puzzling was a short blond wig. She shrugged her shoulders at it, knowing the tastes of men ran the full gammut.

She slipped quickly out of her clothes and laid them neatly on the bed. She slid on the thong he bought for her and turned to look in the mirror opposite the bed. He got the size right and the cut fit her body perfectly. She felt the warmth of beginning arousal and hurried to put on the dress. The fabric clung to her curves and molded superbly to her. It was almost as if the dress had been made specifically for her. The low V in the front revealed enough cleavage to be sexy but not enough to be slutty. The edge of the short skirt cut a few inches below her ass. She would need to remember not to bend over. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she slipped on the shoes and fastened them around her ankles. The result was stunning. Her legs looked longer and leaner and she was taller by a few inches. The man knew how to shop, she thought.

Gwen picked up the wig and turned it over in her hands. It felt like real hair and undoubtedly was with the resources this man likely had. She had never worn one before and hoped she would get it on so it looked convincing. Her hair was going to be a problem if she was going to get the wig on. She dug around in her purse for something to hold it up before realizing a small packet of bobby pins were also in the black box. She quickly swept up her hair and pinned it so it could be completely hidden. Carefully arranging the wig, she worked it over her head. After fiddling with it, she finally felt satisfied with the look. The results were dramatic. She hardly recognized herself.

With a deep breath and one last touch up of her makeup, she headed out the door and down to he bar.

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The bar was fairly crowded and it took Gwen a few minutes to find a vacant seat. She was well aware of the eyes that followed her through the room but she did her best to ignore them. She wasn't sure if they thought she was a patron or a hooker in this outfit. Luckily, a few other women were dressed to the nines as well and it made Gwen feel a little more at ease.

A gentle touch of her elbow startled Gwen out of her thoughts and she turned to look at her intruder. A stranger smiled at her and Gwen kindly smiled back. It was not the man she was waiting for.

"Can I buy you a drink?" he asked looking hopeful at her.

"No, thank you." she said as nicely as she could. "I'm not interested."

He gave her a sad smile and walked away. A moment later another man approached her. She rebuffed him as well. In the next half hour, she turned down two other men. Gwen began to wonder if it was part of the game or the man who hired her had chickened out. Just as her thoughts turned to leaving, a hand cupped her elbow. She turned to look into the green eyes that met her earlier at the door. Her smile broadened.

"I see you've turned down several men. Do you think perhaps I have a shot at buying you a drink?" he asked.

Immediately recognizing the game he was playing, she smiled coyly at him, "Perhaps." she said. "What makes you think, though, that you are any better than those other men?"

His smile intensified and he leaned closer, "Because I can follow up the drink much better than them."

"Oh can you," she said and turned back to the bar, "What makes you think I'll let you get to the follow up?"

"Have a drink with me and you'll find out." he said in a low sexy, sultry voice that gave Gwen the shivers. She didn't doubt his words.

She looked back at him. Even if she wasn't his hired partner for the night, he would have enticed her to have a drink with him anyway.

"Okay," she said, "but you'll have to do some pretty good convincing."

He leaned over and whispered in her ear, "My darling," he said, "I completely plan to." The hot breath against her ear coupled with his words caused a flood of wetness between her thighs.

"Shall we?" He held out his hand and she took it. As she turned she saw the other men who had approached her. They stared angrily at her date. She couldn't help but smile.

He led her to a booth in the corner of the bar. The area and table was small and her knees touched his when they sat.

"The dress becomes you," he said after their waiter walked away with their order.

"Thank you," she said, "The man who picked it out has very good taste."


to be continued...