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Meet me at the Standard
Date: 1/17/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: tbluntster, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories
It's the night of my birthday, and you've told me to get dressed up like we were in Vegas and meet you at the bar at the Standard at 8pm. I show up at the bar. It's a warm night; place is busy. I see you across the room, drink in hand, sizing up the place. You look stunning, in an elegant dress that stops just above the knee. We have a couple of drinks while you continue to check the place out, looking at the girls, and the guys. You see a guy you like; taller than me, good looking, and approach him, whispering something in his ear. He looks surprised, looks at me, and then back at you. You walk back towards me, whisper in my ear. Room 1207. Five minutes. He follows you to the elevator, and I watch as your hips sway so slowly. I take my time to finish my drink, wondering what you're doing. Every minute feels like an eternity, and I'm getting hard, imagining what I'm about to see. I walk over to the elevator. Hit 12. Smile at a couple as I ride up. Room 1207. The door is cracked open, so I walk in. The lights are so low that I can barely see anything. There's an armchair facing towards the window. I can see his silhouette in it against the lights of the city. You're standing in front of him, facing the window with one hand pressed against it, bending over with your legs spread as you pull up your dress so he can see your suspenders and your fishnet panties. He must just be able to see you, maybe even tell how wet you are. I sit across from him in an empty armchair. You turn ...