Chance Meeting - Sex Stories

Chance Meeting

After a night out, we return to our hotel, but upon seeing the hotel club still open, we stop in for a couple of more drinks. As we reach the bar, we realize there is almost no one in the club due to the late hour. As I order our drinks, a blonde slender attractive woman walks up next to you and orders a drink as well. You instantly recognize her as Gwen from work, wearing a short form fitting dress with a sheer top. She looks at you and smiles, appearing to be quite happy and probably having had a drink or two. You start talking to her asking what she is doing here, to which she responds with work and a secret date as she tilts her head pointing to her companion at the table nearby. I look over and think I recognize who it is from a previous company function and nudge you to look as well. You do and realize quickly, at which point you abruptly ask, "Is that Hugh from work?" Gwen looks at you and with a devilish smile nods that it is. Gwen's drinks arrive and she leans over and asks, "Would you two like to join us? The club is a bit deserted." Gwen takes you by the hand and leads you, with me in tow, to her table like she's bringing home a new toy. She leans in, bending at the waist exposing the back of her legs as her dress rises a bit. Gwen tells Hugh that we are joining them at the table, to which he agrees, gesturing a hand to take a seat, which we do. Gwen asks, "I'm sorry I didn't catch your name." To which I respond, and she repeats to Hugh so he can hear over the ...

... loud music coming from the dance floor. I lean over asking Hugh what brought him here, quickly he responds with a grin, "Her!" To which I state, "That I can understand!" Gwen hearing us, smiles at us both and winks at me. She quickly stands up all perky and pulls her dress back down a bit where it belongs. She whips her head towards you and demands, "Dance with me!" Pulling you up from your seat, clearly not taking a no for an answer, even if you had the chance to offer one. Once on the dance floor, Gwen moves behind you and starts dancing right up against you, with her hands firmly on your hips. Hugh asks me what brings you and I to the hotel, to which I reply very frankly, "Date night and to fuck for hours." Hugh lets out a little laugh and says, "Funny, that's what we are doing here as well." Finally, reaching across the table and waiting on a fist bump. Meanwhile on the dance floor, Gwen's hands slide up from your hips to your arms, as she moves her pelvis up to your ass. As the bass thumps, your ass grinds into Gwen, as she slides her arms up yours, as your arms raise above your head to the beat. She caresses her hands back down your arms, over your shoulders and finally unexpectedly over your breasts. Feeling your breasts, she pulls you back a bit more, pressing your ass firmly into her. You begin feeling excited from not just the sexiness of this but thinking, Gwen has her hands on your tits. She begins kissing your neck as your hands move back and over her ass, pulling ...