Chapter 1: Introductions
The bar hummed with a low, steady pulse of conversation and clinking glasses, the amber glow of the wall mounted lamps casting long, lazy shadows over the secluded, polished mahogany booth where Hannah and her husband Max sat enjoying drinks, and each others company on a rare night away together.
They had spent the day shopping and day drinking, before a relaxed dinner and were now planning to spend the rest of their evening drinking in the quiet, relaxed bar they had stumbled across.
As Max sat enjoying his Jameson’s and Coke, his wife sat pressed tightly beside him, he looked out across the bar at the other patrons, taking in the scene.
Being midweek, the bar was quiet, with only a handful of patrons scattered around the room, each absorbed in their own world of drinks and whispered conversations. The air was thick with the scent of aged alcohol, rich coffee, and the faint musk of cologne.
As he scanned the room, Max’s gaze lingered on a woman sat at the far end of the bar. She was short, curvy, with long auburn hair that fell in waves over her shoulders.
Her dark, emerald green dress clung to her voluptuous body like a second skin, accentuating every curve and dip, the plunging neckline revealing her full, generous cleavage, the fabric barley containing the swell of her tits.
She was leaning on the bar, one arm draped over the counter as she swirled the ice in her glass with the other, her long fingers tracing the rim with a slow, deliberate motion. Her lips were parted, a faint smile playing at the corners, her eyes fixed in their direction.
He followed her gaze and saw that she was looking directly at Hannah, her expression one of unmistakable interest, admiration and hunger.
The way she watched his wife—like a predator sizing up its prey—sent a jolt of something primal through him as he turned to look at Hannah who sat there oblivious to the attention she was receiving.
Hannah turned to face her husband, her pretty face flushed from the drinks they had consumed, her lips parted in a soft smile as she spoke.
“What are you looking at?”
Max’s gaze flicked back over to Emma who was still watching them, her eyes locked onto Hannah with an intensity that made his cock twitch in his pants.
“Nothing,” he lied, taking a slow sip of his drink. “Just looking around the place,” he said, turning back to his wife smiling.
“How about another drink?” He suggested, eyeing Hannah’s nearly empty glass.
Hannah smiled before finishing the last of her drink and offering her glass to Max, their fingers brushing briefly as he took it from her.
He leant down and kissed her softly on the lips as he stood, before turning and making his way over to the bar, consciously heading towards the end of the bar where Emma was sat.
As he approached, he caught her eye and gave her a nod, a small smile on his face.
"Drink?" He offered, leaning on the bar beside her.
Emma glanced past him over at Hannah, who sat in the booth, now people watching herself as she waited for her husband.
Emma’s gaze flicked back to Max, her eyes flickering with interest and a hint of mischief.
"Sure," she said, her voice low and sultry. "I could do with another drink.”
The bartender approached, and Max ordered another round for Hannah and himself before allowing Emma to order. As the bartender moved away, Emma leaned in closer, her voice low and conspiratorial.
“You have a beautiful wife,” she murmured, her gaze flicking back over to Hannah who was still oblivious to Emma’s attention.
Max smiled as he looked back over his shoulder at his gorgeous wife before turning back to look at Emma. “I absolutely do,” he said, his voice low and proud.
“I couldn’t help notice you checking her out earlier,” he added, his tone playful but with an undercurrent of challenge.
Emma smiled, her lips curling into a slow, knowing smirk as she turned to face him fully, her green eyes glinting with amusement.
“Can you blame me?” She purred, her voice dripping with confidence and a hint of arrogance. “She’s stunning and exactly my type,” She added, her eyes flicking over Max’s shoulder with a predatory hunger as she looked back over at Hannah again.
“Not at all, you clearly have great taste in women,” Max said, “and I think you’d be her type as well,” Max added, his eyes roaming over Emma’s body, taking in her curves and the swell of tits beneath her dress.
“Oh really?” Emma responded, her voice laced with a teasing lilt as she arched an eyebrow at Max. “Is she into women then?” Emma asked, her tone dripping with curiosity, her eyes flicking back over to Hannah before returning to Max
“She’s… curious,” he said, his voice low and measured. “She’s never been with a woman, but she’s thought about it. A lot.”
Emma smirked, her lips curling into a slow, knowing grin as she leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper.
“Curious, huh? That’s hot,” she purred, her green eyes darkening with lust as they flicked back over to Hannah, unable to stop looking at her.
“Like I said, she’s never actually been with a women before but she’s definitely thought about it,” Max said, his voice low and thick with desire as he watched Emma still staring at his wife.
“I think with a bit of little encouragement she’d be more than willing to explore that curiosity,” he added, trying to keep his voice casual as he felt his cock twitching his jeans at the thought of his wife with another women.
“Oh I can be very persuasive,” Emma purred, her voice low and sultry as she turned to face Max fully, her eyes never leaving his. “I’ve got a way of making normally straight women do things they never thought they’d do,” she added, her lips curling into a slow, wicked smile.
Max felt his cock harden further at her words, his mind already racing with images of Emma and Hannah together, the thought of his wife being pleasured by another woman sending a jolt of lust through him.
“Well why don’t I give you a couple of minutes to go over and introduce yourself,” Max suggested , his eyes dropping to Emma’s cleavage before flicking back up to meet her gaze.
“She’ll be shy and probably nervous, but I think you’d be the perfect woman to help her….open up,” Max said, his voice thick with desire.
Emma smiled, leaning back off the bar as the bartender reappeared with their drinks. She nodded at Max before picking up Hannah’s glass of Prosecco and her own drink and making her way over to the booth.
Max took a long sip of his drink, turning to watch Emma, her wide hips swaying slightly as she crossed the room towards Hannah before placing his glass on the bar and retreating towards the toilet to give Emma a couple of minutes alone with his wife.
Hannah looked up as Emma approached her booth, her eyes widening slightly in surprise as she took in the sight of the striking redhead standing before her, her tits almost spilling out of her tight dress.
"Hi, I'm Emma," she said, her voice low and sultry as she stood looking down at Hannah.
Hannah swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest as she took in the sight of Emma, her full lips curled into a slow, knowing smile as she looked at Hannah, her eyes roaming over her body, taking in her full tits and the way her dress clung to her curves.
“Your husband asked me to bring your drink over and introduce myself,” Emma said her voice low and smooth, “can I sit down?” She asked, her eyes drifting from Hannah’s face down to her tits spilling out of her dress, admiring them for a second, then back up to her eyes as she waited for permission.
Hannah’s breath hitched at the realisation that Emma was clearly checking her out, her body reacting to the attention before she could even process it. She swallowed, her cheeks flushing as she nodded, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Yeah, yeah, of course,” she stammered, trying to sound confident but failing as her voice came out breathy and nervous.
Emma was beautiful, her body lush and inviting, the emerald dress hugging every curve like it was painted on, the neckline plunging to reveal the soft swell of her tits, the fabric barely containing the full, heavy mounds beneath.
Hannah felt a flutter in her stomach as she took in the sight of her, her heart beating faster with a nervous energy. A rush of arousal swept through her at the thought of being alone with Emma, the woman’s confidence and raw sexuality radiating from her like a physical force.
Emma placed the glass of Prosecco onto the table but instead of slipping into the booth opposite Hannah, she took Max’s seat, sliding in beside her, their thighs brushing together as she did so, sending a jolt of electricity through Hannah’s body.
The contact sent a shiver down Hannah’s spine, her breath hitching as she felt the warmth of Emma’s body pressed against hers. The scent of her perfume—something sweet and floral with a hint of musk—filled the air between them, intoxicating and heady.
Emma turned to face Hannah fully, her green eyes dark with lust as they locked onto hers, her full lips curling into a slow, knowing smile.
She shifted slightly in her seat, her thigh pressing harder against Hannah’s, the heat of her body seeping through the thin fabric of their dresses. Hannah’s pulse quickening as she felt the weight of Emma’s gaze, the intensity of it making her skin prickle with desire.
“You’re even more stunning up close,” Emma murmured, her voice low and sultry, her gaze flicking down to Hannah’s cleavage and lingering there.
Hannah felt a rush of heat flood her cheeks as Emma’s eyes roamed over her tits, her stare obvious, unapologetic.
Hannah felt her nipples harden beneath her dress, the fabric suddenly feeling too thin, too tight. She swallowed hard, her pulse hammering in her throat as she tried to steady her breath.
She had never been checked out so openly before, especially not by a woman, and certainly not with such a raw, unfiltered hunger.
It made her feel excited but nervous at the same time, a feeling that she couldn’t quite place, but one that made her body react in a way she couldn’t control, her clit starting to tingle.
She had always been curious about being with another women but the opportunity had never presented itself, but there was no denying the way that Emma was looking at her, the clear desire in her eyes, their proximity, the way her body was pressed against hers.
Emma’s intentions were clear, her confidence and the way she was looking at Hannah was undeniable, and Hannah couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to be touched by her, to feel her hands on her body.
Emma reached out, her fingers brushing against Hannah’s thigh, her touch light but deliberate, sending a shiver down Hannah’s spine. She felt the warmth of Emma’s hand on her skin, the softness of her fingers as they traced a slow pattern on her thigh, her breath hitching at the contact.
“I’ve been checking you out all night,” Emma muttered, her voice low and thick with desire as her fingers trailed higher, stopping at the hem of Hannah’s dress as they continued to caress her thigh.
Hannah looked into Emma’s eyes, her face slightly flushed. She felt shy and nervous, but also an overwhelming sense of excitement.
“Oh?” Hannah whispered, her voice barely audible, her breath catching in her throat as Emma’s fingers continued to trace slow, deliberate circles on her thigh, allowing her manicured nails to gentle graze the sensitive skin sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her clit.
Emma nodded, her eyes never leaving Hannah’s, her gaze darkening with lust. “I couldn’t help it,” she murmured, “you’re just so fucking sexy and your husband said you wouldn’t mind if I came over, he said you might be…curious to meet me.”
Her fingers inched higher, slipping ever so slightly under the hem of Hannah’s dress, the physical boundary crossed, the heat of her touch burning Hannah’s bare skin.
Hannah immediately realised her husbands intentions in sending Emma over, the thought sending a shiver down her spine, her clit starting to throb.
Knowing her husband had encouraged this, had orchestrated this interaction added a whole new layer of excitement to the situation, the idea of being with another woman, especially with Emma’s obvious desire, was both thrilling and terrifying.
She had never been with a woman before, but the thought of it now, with Emma’s hand on her bare skin, was making her wetter than she’d ever been before.
“Curious is probably true,” Hannah admitted nervously as she and Emma continued to hold each others gaze, neither one acknowledging Emma’s hand still on her thigh.
“But I’ve never…” she trailed off, her voice barely above a whisper as Emma’s fingers continued to tease her, her nails gently scraping against her soft skin.
Emma smirked, her green eyes darkening with lust as she leant in closer, her breath hot against Hannah’s ear as she spoke.
“Never what, baby?” She purred, her voice low and sultry. “Never been touched by another woman before?” She asked, her fingers inching higher still.
Hannah couldn’t help but let her eyes falls, first to Emma’s plump, full lips, then down to her chest, Emma’s big tits rising and falling with every deep breath she took, the cleavage spilling out of her dress so fucking tempting, that Hannah couldn’t stop herself from staring at them.
She felt Emma’s fingers slip even further under her dress, her nails gently scraping against the soft skin of her inner thigh, sending a jolt of excitement through her.
“Do you like my tits?,” Emma asked matter of fact, leaning back slightly and pushing out her chest as she arched her back towards Hannah seductively, her huge tits straining against the tight fabric, displaying her cleavage in all its glory, giving Hannah a perfect view of her soft, heavy tits rising and falling with every breath she took.
Hannah felt her face flush at being caught staring, but didn’t look away, her eyes locked onto Emma’s tits, unable to tear herself away from the sight of them.
“Yes,” Hannah admitted nervously, her voice barley above a whisper, her eyes flicking shyly back up to meet Emma’s gaze.
“Don’t be nervous,” Emma cooed, her fingers still teasing the inside of Hannah’s thigh, “you can look all you want baby, maybe I’ll even let you touch them later,” Emma purred, her voice low and thick with lust as she watched Hannah’s eyes drop again, her gaze lingering on her tits.
Hannah’s breath hitched at the thought of touching Emma’s tits, her mind already racing with images of her hands on Emma’s soft, heavy mounds, her fingers tracing the sensitive skin, her nails lightly scraping against her nipples.
“Would you like that?” Emma whispered, her voice a low, husky purr.
“I don’t know…yes…” Hannah stammered, her voice barely above a whisper as Emma’s fingers continued to trace slow circles on the inside of her thigh, her breath hitching in her throat as she felt the heat of Emma’s touch seeping into her skin.
Emma smirked, her eyes darkening with lust as she watched Hannah’s reaction, her fingers inching higher still between her legs.
“It’s so fucking hot watching you squirm,” Emma murmured, “I like that you’re curious, there’s something so sexy about a women who’s never been with another women before, inexperienced and unsure, but clearly so fucking turned on.”
Hannah blushed furiously, her face burning with a mix of shame at being so obviously turned on, and excitement at Emma’s words.
She could feel the heat between her legs growing by the second, her clit throbbing with need as Emma’s fingers inched closer to her pussy, the teasing touch driving her wild with desire.
Max pushed through the crowd, weaving his way back to the booth, his eyes flicking between his wife and the woman beside her, his cock already hardening in his pants at the sight of them together. He slid into the booth opposite the two women, his gaze locked onto Hannah’s flushed face.
Emma didn’t even glance his way, her focus entirely on Hannah, her fingers still teasing the inside of her thigh, her touch driving her wild with desire.
Hannah looked at him, her eyes wide and nervous, her lips parted slightly as she struggled to control her breathing.
“I knew you two would get on,” Max said, his voice low and thick with arousal as he looked at his wife, her face flushed and her eyes dark with desire.
Emma finally turned her head to look at Max, her lips curling into a slow, knowing smirk, her fingers still teasing the inside of Hannah’s thigh.
“Oh, we really are,” Emma purred, her voice dripping with confidence.
Hannah’s breath hitched at Emma’s words, her heart pounding in her chest as she felt Emma’s fingers inch higher, the tips of them brushing against the damp fabric of her underwear, the contact sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her clit causing Hannah to moan softly.
Max couldn’t see what was happening under the table, but he could tell by the way that Hannah was squirming in her seat, her tits heaving with every breath, that Emma was touching her.
He chose to ignore it, not acknowledging it only adding to the tension and thrill of the situation that he was sure his wife was feeling.
“So what have you two been talking about?” Max directed at Emma who was now looking at Hannah again, watching her reaction as her fingers brushed over her underwear, the thin fabric already soaked with her arousal, Emma’s touch feather light.
“We were just discussing your beautiful wife’s….curiosity,” Emma purred, emphasising the final word as she grazed her nail across Hannah’s swollen clit through her underwear, causing Hannah to gasp sharply and arch her back involuntarily.
Hannah’s thighs clenched together instinctively, trapping Emma’s hand where it was, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she struggled to maintain eye contact with Max.
Max smiled as he watched his wife squirm in her seat, his cock straining painfully against his jeans as he saw her reaction, her breathing fast and shallow.
“She was just telling me how much she liked my tits, weren’t you Hannah?” Emma purred, her hand still trapped between Hannah’s thighs, as the tips of her fingers started tracing slow, deliberate circles over the soaked fabric of her underwear, her voice dripping with confidence and a dark, teasing edge.
Hannah’s breath hitched, her body betraying her as her hips jerked forward instinctively, the grip of her thighs loosening as she pressed against Emma’s hand. She could feel the heat radiating from Emma’s fingers, the way they moved against her, sending waves of pleasure through her core. She glanced at Max, who was watching her with a smirk, his eyes dark with arousal, his cock straining against his jeans.
“Hannah?” Emma prompted, her voice low and sultry, her fingers still teasing her through the fabric of her underwear. “Tell your husband how much you like my tits,”
Hannah swallowed hard, her face flushing with embarrassment and arousal as she looked to meet her husband’s gaze.
“Yes,” Hannah whispered, her voice barley audible as her eyes fluttered closed for a second, a soft moan escaping her lips before fighting to regain her composure.
She could tell by the way that Max was looking at her that he was loving this and she couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement at the thought of him watching her with Emma like this, wanting him to be as turned on as she was right now.
His presence made her feel more confident, want to be more bold and open with Emma, reassured that he was there and they were sharing this experience together.
She still felt incredibly nervous but wanted this to happen, as much for her husband as for her, something they could enjoy together and knew it was now or never and had to be brave.
Hannah turned to face Emma, allowing her legs to part even wider beneath the table, her eyes still displaying her nerves but also her growing hunger.
“I bet they look even better without the dress though,” Hannah whispered, her voice trembling slightly with nerves and excitement, her eyes flicking down to Emma’s tits again.
“Such a flirt,” Emma purred back, her feather light touch still teasing Hannah through her soaked underwear. “I bet yours are even bigger than mine, aren’t they?” Her fingers slid up slightly, pressing against the soft fabric covering Hannah’s swollen clit, making her gasp. “We’ll have to compare,”
Hannah’s breath hitched, her body trembling beneath Emma’s touch.
“Mmm I think that sounds like fun,” Hannah said playfully, starting to feel more confident as she looked back at Max.
“What do you think babe? Would you like to see us compare them?” Hannah asked Max, her voice taking on a husky tone, her confidence growing as the alcohol and arousal mixed together.
”I think that would be so fucking hot,” Max growled, his voice thick with lust, his eyes locked onto Hannah’s face as she struggled to keep her composure.
“I love your dress,” Emma said, reaching out with her free hand, her fingers slipping inside the neckline of Hannah’s dress to feel the material, the back of her fingers brushing against the soft, swell of Hannah’s breast.
She continued to inspect the material, her fingers now wandering over the smooth fabric across Hannah’s chest, her eyes locked onto Hannah’s tits as she less than subtly cupped and softly squeezed them through the dress, her fingers pressing firmly against the soft flesh.
“Do you like her dress Max?” Emma asked as she continued to grope at Hannah’s tits under the guise of feeling the fabric, both women now looking at him.
Max watched, his eyes fixed on his wife’s tits as Emma’s fingers kneaded the soft flesh, her nails lightly scraping against the material of Hannah’s dress, the gentle pressure sending a shiver down Hannah’s spine.
“It’s beautiful,” Max growled, his voice thick with lust as he watched Emma’s hands on Hannah’s body, his cock straining against his jeans, a mischievous smile spread across Emma’s lips.
Hannah could only stare back at her husband, her breathing shallow, her nipples hard and aching as she shifted her hips slightly to increase the pressure of Emma’s touch against her clit.
She felt her husband’s gaze on her, burning into her skin, the intensity of it making her feel bolder, more confident in her desires.
“You like that don’t you?” Emma whispered turning to look at Hannah as she stared at her husband, her fingers still teasing Hannah’s clit through the fabric of her underwear, her voice dripping with confidence and a dark, teasing edge. “You like me touching you.”
Hannah could feel Emma’s warm breath on her neck as she nodded, her breath hitching as Emma’s fingers continued to move in slow, deliberate circles, the pressure building inside her with every touch, the anticipation of her inevitable orgasm growing.
Being touch like this, so openly in public, by another women and in front of her husband was something she never imagined, but the thrill of it, the taboo of it, the way it was making her feel was something she never wanted to stop and she was edging closer and closer to cumming.
Without warning though Emma stopped, her hand slowly retreating back down her thigh, her fingers brushing over her soft skin before resting just beneath the hem of her dress.
Hannah’s breath hitched at the sudden loss of contact, her body aching for Emma’s touch.
She turned to look at Emma who just smiled mischievously back at her, her eyes dark and knowing, fully aware of what a tease she was being.
Hannah fought to regain control of her breathing as Emma picked up her glass and took a long sip of her drink, her eyes never leaving Hannah’s as Hannah looked back at her searchingly.
The tension between them was thick and heavy, the air between them charged with desire and anticipation, neither woman willing to break the silence, each waiting for the other to make the next move as they stared into each others eyes.
Max watched intently from across the table, the attraction between the two women undeniable, palpable.
The air between Hannah and Emma thickened with unspoken desire as they slowly, instinctively, leaned in closer towards each other, their eyes locked in an intense, wordless exchange. The tension was electric, the chemistry between them undeniable.
Hannah’s breath hitched as Emma’s gaze dropped to her lips, her own mouth parting slightly in anticipation. The space between them seemed to shrink, the world narrowing to just the two of them, their bodies drawn together by an irresistible force. Hannah felt Emma’s fingers twitch on her thigh, her nails lightly biting into her skin as she fought to maintain control, her eyes darkening with lust.
Hannah’s heart pounded in her chest as the distance between them disappeared as both women leaned closer and closer, their breath mingling, their lips almost touching.
It was one of the hottest things Max had ever experienced as his wife, as if in a trance, was drawn to Emma’s lips. He watched as their mouths finally met, their lips brushing against each other in a feather light kiss, their eyes fixed only on each other, the softness of their lips contrasting with the intensity of their desire.
They pulled back from each other a fraction of an inch, as if they were both afraid to break the moment, before their mouths crashed together again, this time more urgently, more needily, their lips parting slightly as their tongues met in a slow, sensual dance.
Hannah moaned softly into Emma’s mouth, her body trembling as she felt Emma’s tongue slide against hers, the taste of her sweet and warm, the scent of her perfume intoxicating as she lost herself in the kiss.
Emma’s grip on Hannah’s thigh tightened as their kiss deepened, her nails digging into the soft flesh as their tongues tangled together in a slow, sensual rhythm, the heat between them growing more intense with every passing second.
Hannah’s hands found Emma’s waist, her fingers digging into the soft, smooth skin through her dress as she pulled her closer, her body pressing against Emma’s, their breasts pressing together through their dresses.
Kissing another woman was so much more intense and tender than she could have imagined, the taste of her lips, the feel of her tongue against hers intoxicating.
The fingers of Emma’s free hand tangled in Hannah’s hair, pulling her head back just enough to deepen the kiss, her tongue exploring Hannah’s mouth with slow, deliberate strokes, her breath hot against her lips.
Hannah’s hands slid up Emma’s back, her fingers tracing the smooth, soft skin beneath her dress, her nails lightly scraping against the fabric as she pulled Emma closer, her body pressing against hers, their breasts pressing together, the softness of Emma’s tits against her own sending a jolt of pleasure through her.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” Emma groaned into Hannah’s mouth, her voice thick with lust as she pulled back just enough to look at her, her eyes dark and heavy-lidded with desire.
Their lips crashed back together, tongues tangling, teeth clashing in their haste, their breath mingling hot and desperate, like they were starving for each other.
Emma pulled back slightly, their lips still brushing as Hannah panted from the intensity of their kiss, her chest heaving.
“Shall we go somewhere a little more private and continue this,” Emma said breathily, pressing her lips against Hannah’s again for a final time, before retreating to wait for her answer.
Her fingers began to trace impatient circles of Hannah’s thigh again as Hannah turned to look at Max, her eyes wide and questioning.
Max’s gaze was fixed on them, his jaw clenched, his eyes darkening with lust as he watched the exchange between his wife and Emma.
“You sure you’re okay with this?” Hannah asked Max, her voice breathless, her hand still on Emma’s waist.
Max smiled back at her, his eyes dark with lust and desire. “More than happy baby, as long as this is what you want?” He growled.
“Oh I want this,” Hannah whispered, her voice trembling with need as she looked back at Emma, her eyes dark with desire.
“I’ll order an Uber,” Max said, but they were already lost in each other again, their lips meeting once more in a desperate, hungry kiss, their tongues sliding together in a slow, soft, sensual dance.