“Could I ask you to hold out your hands please ?” He asked.
She did so and he held them with his hands. He had a firm but gentle grip as he first looked at her palms and then the backs of her hands. She could see that he had a very expensive watch and also wore cufflinks – this guy exuded class.
“Ok, you’re English which is why you have that unwitting air of arrogance and from your accent you probably reside in the South of England. You’re in your mid twenties, say 26 or 27 as you have the confidence to sit in a bar alone. You take great care in your appearance and you’re clearly married but not here with your husband – I’d say a girly weekend. I’m struggling with why you’re in the bar alone but I’m guessing that there was only a small group of you in the first place and you’ve decided to pace yourself for a big night out tomorrow night leaving the die-hards to get wasted tonight. “
Kate said “Ok..” and was about to continue when he said “Please wait until I finish”
Suitably admonished she sat there quietly. “You come from an upper middle class background with good parents who have brought you up well. You went to Uni studied hard and no doubt got a suitable vocational degree in Law or Banking or Business Management and that’s where you’re building your career. You live in a nice semi-detached house and drive a modest saloon car probably a Japanese make and children and pets are not yet on the agenda. You’ve drifted into the classic family cliché without realising it and you’re wasting your full potential but maybe that’s how you want it ?”
Kate was a little affronted by that but countered “I’m not sure how you picked all of that up just by looking at me but your generalisations are not too far from the truth. “ She explained why she was there on her own but then went on to ask why he thought she was wasting her potential.
“Because a greater percentage of young women in their mid twenties want the husband, the house, the car, the career and a little way down the line – the kids. Many have the brains and potential to do so much more and they let it slip away especially wasting their sexual potential. They settle for a couple of shags a week, mainly to keep their husbands happy and they never really let go with regard to sex until they’re in their forties or fifties by which time their perfect bodies, their weapons of mass seduction if you like, have lost their edge somewhat.”
Kate was determined to stand her corner “I enjoy making love with my husband !”
“I’m sure you do and you probably think you’re good at it but if you haven’t been married too long then you’re still literally in the honeymoon period. Another few years and it’ll be a drudge, a chore to get over with for both of you and that’s where the relationship comes under serious threat.”
“For your information I do think I’m good at love-making” Kate said and was immediately embarrassed at how naïve that sounded.
“How many men did you fuck before you married your husband ?, three ? maybe four ? A couple of short term Uni relationships with boys straight out of school just wanting to get their ends away. Add in a one night stand because you were d*unk and a holiday romance in Benidorm. Not really setting the world alight on a Sexual CV is it ?” He was quite sarcastic but very accurate.
“Men get bored, if women thought like men with regard to how to please their partner and actually get pleasure themselves by doing so, like most men, then sex, love-making and just plain old fucking would be something to look forward to, something that gives a tingle in the anticipation, something to be adored.” He paused.
“Tell me when was the last time you initiated love-making when he wasn’t feeling up for it ?” She made no reply.
“When was the last time you tied him up and really took control ?” No reply.
“Ok, When was the last time he tied you up ?” She didn’t answer.
“When was the last time either of you was so spontaneous that wherever you were at that moment you just had to find a secluded spot and get down to it ?” Still no response.
“Do you get turned on knowing how much a man wants to bed you ?”
“Yes with my husband.” She was quite emphatic.
“He doesn’t count - I’m talking about a complete stranger like myself, you can surely see it in my eyes how much I want to pleasure you senseless and you know in your heart of hearts that I’m fully equipped and able to do so.” He didn’t let her answer but continued.
“Have you ever made love with another woman ?”
“No” was Kate’s immediate reply, she hid the fact that she was mildly curious and was surprised when Patrick blatantly said.
“Hmmm, but I’ll bet you’ve thought about the idea even if it’s just a snog.” He went on.
“Effectively though you’re denying yourself 50% of potential play-friends” he stared at her and shook his head.
“My case rests – wasted potential and yet so easily cured.”
He finished his drink and called Tim over again for another round. Kate thought about his very personal questions and wanted to leave it but the curiosity got the better of her.
“How is it easily cured ?” She asked finishing her G&T and saying thank you for the next one.
“I can use a thousand words which still wouldn’t get the message across or I can show you.” He was so matter of fact that she nearly succumbed. “Oh I get it, you’re just after a quickie in the hotel with a lone female, you must think I’m still wet behind the ears.” She said.
“Miss, I guarantee you will be wet because you will never have experienced anything like this before. Look at me, do you think I am a man who indulges in quickies ?”
He let her think about it. Even though she’d had a few drinks she was still compos mentis enough to present a reasonable defence, or so she thought. However the alcohol also made her horny and this mature, experienced man was undeniably attractive and talking a very good game.
“Well if I was single I might consider your proposal but I’d want a lot more detail.”
“No details because it would ruin the anticipation and the excitement of what might come next. You see if you want to come with me on this path to sexual appreciation and knowledge you have to do everything I say without question.” He held her hands again, “I promise there would be no pain involved and nothing will happen against your wishes, you would have a safe word to use and everything would stop. You just have to trust me.”
He could see she was weakening. He continued.
“I’m a great believer in fate. Let me spin a coin and if it comes down as heads then you’re mine for the evening. If it’s tails, I would thank you for your company and leave.”
She stared at him and said “But I’m married.”
Still holding her hands he took her engagement and wedding rings off and asked her to put them in her bag.
“If they’re in your bag you are free until you put them back on” he said.
She looked at them in his hand and heart pounding she put them in her bag.
“Spin the coin” she said.
|
this is very good. 
