Fading... - Sex Stories

Fading...

... unlocked from mine, the auto-pilot signaled that my panties were getting a bit damp. The other guy was Black with a more muscular build, but shorter, I'd guess possibly 5'7" and he had a big grin as Gretchen launched off her barstool, and met him before he made it to us, kissing him on the cheek, and taking his hand and leading the guys back to us. The men wore suits that were probably expensive, I wouldn't know as I've never worn a suit in my life, let alone an expensive one. 'Blue-eyes' ordered more drinks, and then we walked off looking for a booth or table and hopefully less noise.

I learned 'Blue-eyes' name was Curt, he had a slight accent which I couldn't place, and the Black guy's name was Terry. It was still difficult to talk, but I could finally hear the conversation. Apparently Gretchen knew Terry from where she worked, he was a salesman that regularly stopped by the medical office that she worked at, and had been flirting with her for a while. I suppose she used my situation with Kevin as the excuse to give him a call, and ask if he wanted to come out dancing. Terry knew Curt from where he worked, Curt wasn't a salesman, but one of the people that worked in their office. I learned that Curt was born in Germany, that his Mother was German, and his father had been stationed there, had fallen in love, and married his mother. They lived there until Curt had turned nine, and then his father relocated the family to the States. I couldn't stop staring at his eyes, and ...

... I wanted to run my fingers across his defined jawline. Curt was definitely taking Steph's mind off of Kevin. We finished our drinks, and then Curt led me out to the dance floor where I had more fun than I could possibly ever remember, Carl had never learned to dance, but Steph certainly did. It felt wonderful to just relax, and let the evening unfold, not trying to influence, or control anything Steph did. After several dances, Curt led me back to our table, Gretchen and Terry were nowhere to be found, and a moment later Curt's lips were on mine, then he backed off just a bit, and he leaned close to my ear and said "I want you Stephanie." in that sexy half-accent of his.

By this point, my panties were soggy, and it was clear that Steph was going to fuck Curt, I couldn't wait and I prayed that I didn't wake up and miss it. Curt got up, and bought us more drinks. Not a minute after he left, a guy walked up to me, bent over and asked me to dance. I explained that I was there with someone, and thanked him anyway, then he looked at me like I had a horn growing out of my forehead and just said "Cunt."

Wow, did this kind of thing actually happen? Did guys turn into classless assholes when women didn't blindly do as they asked?

Curt returned, and I asked if he'd seen Gretchen, or Terry and he shook his head but reassured me that they'd eventually show up. I excused myself to the ladies room, which was crowded, and it seemed almost comical in a way, women are far more catty ...