Chapter 1: Introduction
The city blazed below them as Hannah and Max stepped onto the rooftop bar of their hotel.
The night was warm and sultry, the air thick with the scent of jasmine and the distant hum of traffic. The rooftop was a vibrant oasis amidst the city's concrete jungle, its glass walls reflecting the twinkling lights of the skyline. A live band played soft, sultry jazz, the music a sultry caress that seemed to wrap around the patrons like a lover's embrace.
Hannah's heart fluttered as she took in the scene. She loved these nights away with her husband, Max. They were a chance to escape the mundane, to feel alive and free together. She wore a tight, black dress that hugged and accentuated her beautiful curves, her long blonde hair cascading down her back in loose curls.
She looked and felt incredible and Max’s eyes had lingered on her all night, unable to keep his hands off her, making her feel desired and sexy. The dress also made her tits look amazing, and she knew Max was loving the view, having caught him staring at her cleavage more than once, his eyes filled with lust.
They ventured into the bar and found a table by the edge of the rooftop, the city sprawling out beneath them like a glittering sea. They had already spent the early evening drinking at various bars across the city, before having dinner and then returning to their hotel’s rooftop bar for a few more drinks before bed.
“What would you like to drink babe?” Max asked, getting out his wallet. “My round,” Hannah replied, placing a hand on his arm and smiling.
She stood up, her heels clicking on the polished floor as she made her way over to the bar. She was already quite tipsy and had loved her evening of freedom with her husband, looking forward to a few more drinks before heading back down to their room and having some more fun together.
The bar was bustling, and she had to wait a few minutes to get the bartender's attention. She ordered a glass of Prosecco and a Whiskey and Coke for Max, her eyes scanning the crowd as she waited.
That's when she saw her. A woman with auburn hair, cascading down her back, her curves accentuated by a form-fitting emerald dress that hugged her body like a lover's embrace. She was gorgeous and she already looking at Hannah, her gaze intense and unapologetic. Hannah felt a shiver run down her spine, a sensation she couldn't quite place. She looked away, her heart pounding in her chest at having been caught staring, but not before she caught the woman's smile, slow and predatory.
The bartender handed her the drinks, and Hannah took them, her hands shaking slightly. She turned to leave, but the woman was suddenly there, her voice a low, sultry purr.
"Leaving so soon?" she asked, her eyes never leaving Hannah's as she stared at her intensely.
Hannah hesitated, their proximity close, her eyes drawn to the woman's full lips, the way they curved into a smile that promised sinful delights. "I...I'm just getting these drinks for my husband," Hannah managed to stammer, her cheeks flushing, caught off guard.
The woman's smile widened, and she stepped even closer, her body brushing against Hannah's as she slide in next to her at the bar. "I'm Emily," she said, her voice a low purr. “And you are?"
"Hannah," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper, nervous due to how attractive she found the stranger.
“Nice to meet you Hannah,” Emily said, her eyes flicking down to Hannah's cleavage, lingering for a moment before meeting her gaze again. "You are stunning," she added, her voice low and husky, “ that dress makes your tits look absolutely incredible,” she commented, her eyes flicking down to Hannah’s prominent cleavage again.
Hannah felt a blush spread across her cheeks, her heart pounding in her chest. She was used to compliments about her body from her husband, but this was different. This woman was different. She was confident, bold, and her eyes held a hunger that made Hannah's knees weak.
"Thank you," Hannah managed to say, her voice barely audible over the hum of the bar.
Emily leaned in closer, her breath hot on Hannah's ear, “can I buy you a drink Hannah?” she asked, her voice a low, sultry whisper.
“Ummm, I’ve just got drinks for me and my husband,” Hannah replied, her voice barely audible, “but thank you though,” her cheeks flushing at the proximity of Emily's body to hers.
Emily's smile didn't falter, her eyes gleaming with a hunger that made Hannah's heart race. "Well, why don’t you take his drink over to him and then you can come back and let me buy you one," she suggested, her voice a low purr. "I insist," she added, her hand reaching out to gently touch Hannah's arm.
Hannah felt a jolt at the touch, her skin tingling where Emily's fingers had brushed against her. She swallowed hard, her eyes flicking to the table where Max was waiting, then back to Emily. “I don't know," she stammered, her voice barely audible, unsure of what the offer of a drink actually implied.
Emily's smile turned into a wicked grin, her eyes never leaving Hannah's. "Come on, Hannah. Live a little," she whispered, her hand still on Hannah’s arm, her thumb gently stroking her skin, “just one drink, I don’t bite,” Emily said, her eyes gleaming with amusement, “unless you ask really nicely,” she added with a wink.
Hannah felt a shiver run down her spine, her heart pounding in her chest. She had never been hit on by another woman before, especially one as confident and gorgeous as Emily. She had always been curious about what it would be like to be chatted up by another woman and where it could lead, a fantasy that her husband was very aware of, and Emily’s hand on her arm, her thumb gently stroking her skin, was sending waves of desire and curiosity coursing through her body.
"Okay," Hannah heard herself say, her voice barely above a whisper. She didn’t know why she had agreed but what harm could it do.
She took Max's drink from the bar and made her way back to their table, her heart pounding in her chest, her mind whirring at the strange encounter she had just experienced.
She could feel Emily's eyes on her, following her every move as she made her way back to the table and it made her self conscious, she wanted Emily to find her attractive, it excited her and so she intentionally swayed her hips a little more than usual, her tits bouncing in her dress slightly with each step.
She hadn’t felt this way in a long time, that nervous excitement, the butterflies of anticipation and she had never experienced this feeling because of another woman. It felt good though, knowing that she was desired by someone other than Max, and it made her feel alive.
She handed Max his drink, her fingers brushing against his, and she felt a spark of electricity at the touch. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with curiosity and a hint of something darker.
“Who was that?” he asked, his voice low and curious.
“Just someone I met at the bar,” Hannah replied nonchalantly, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside. “She wants to buy me a drink though,” Hannah confessed, her cheeks flushing as she met Max's gaze, her tone slightly unsure. He looked back at her, his eyes filled with a mix of surprise and excitement.
“She wants to buy you a drink? What did you say?” Max asked, his curiosity clearly peaked, his voice low, his eyes never leaving hers.
“I said yes,” Hannah admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’m sure she’s just being friendly though,” she added, trying not to make a big deal of it.
Max looked at her, his eyes filled with a mix of surprise and excitement. “Baby!” Max exclaimed, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “Such a bad wife. I love it!”
He took a sip of his drink, his eyes never leaving Hannah's. “Go on then, go have fun. I'll be here, watching,” he said, his voice low and filled with lust.
“I’m sure it nothing like that,” Hannah scoffed. “I’ll just have one quick drink and then I’ll be back babe,” she said.
Hannah however had felt a surge of excitement at Max's words, her pussy throbbing at the thought of him watching her flirt with another woman. What if she really was interested in her that way?
“Do you think I should?” Hannah asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes flicking back to Emily, who was still standing by the bar, her eyes locked onto Hannah.
Max's grin widened, and he leaned in, his voice low and husky. “Do you like her?” Max asked, a knowing smile playing on his lips.
Hannah felt incredibly nervous to admit it out loud but nodded, “yeah she’s hot, she exactly the type of woman I would….you know …” she trailed off, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of red, “but it’s probably nothing like that babe, she’s probably just bored and lonely.”
Max's grin turned into a full-blown smile, his eyes gleaming with lust and amusement. “Well then, you can go and keep her company for a bit, what are you waiting for?” he said, his voice low and husky. “Have fun,” he said smiling, “don’t be nervous baby, it’s just a drink, you’ll be fine and I’m right here,” he reassured her, his voice low and filled with encouragement.
Hannah took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest, and made her way back to the bar, her eyes locked onto Emily's.
God she is hot, Hannah thought to herself as she approached the bar, Emily looking at her like she was the only one in the room as she walked towards her. It was just a drink, she thought to herself, I’m probably reading too much into it. But Hannah had knee deep down that there was something there.
“You decided to come back then,” Emily said smiling, her voice a low purr, her eyes never leaving Hannah's.
“Yeah, I thought why not,” Hannah replied, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach, “who can turn down a free drink,” Hannah added, trying to play it cool.
“I ordered you a Prosecco,” Emily said, her eyes gleaming with amusement, “I hope that’s okay?” she added, her voice a low purr.
“That’s perfect, thank you,” Hannah replied, taking the glass from Emily, their fingers brushing against each other. Hannah felt a jolt of electricity at the touch, her heart pounding in her chest.
Emily took a sip of her drink, her eyes never leaving Hannah's. “So, your husband, he didn’t mind me buying his gorgeous wife a drink then?” she asked, her voice curious.
Hannah shook her head, her cheeks flushing at the memory of Max's words. “No, he didn't mind at all.”
Emily's smile widened, and she leaned in closer, her voice a low, sultry whisper. “He's a smart man,” she said, her eyes flicking down to Hannah's cleavage, lingering for a moment before meeting her gaze again. “He knows a good thing when he sees it, even if you haven’t quite caught on yet” she added, her hand reaching out to gently touch Hannah's arm.
She had never been touched by another woman like this before, flirty and teasing, and it was sending waves of desire coursing through her body. Emily was very clearly interested in her and it was making her feel both sick with nerves and extremely aroused.
Emily's touch was electric, her fingers tracing patterns on Hannah's skin, making her feel alive and desired. She could feel the heat radiating from Emily's body due to their proximity, her breath hot on Hannah's ear as she leaned in closer.
“Do I make you nervous Hannah?” Emily asked, her voice a low purr in Hannah’s ear, her eyes gleaming with amusement as she watched Hannah squirm under her touch.
Hannah nodded, her heart pounding in her chest, her cheeks flushing. "Yes," she admitted, her voice barely audible. She had never had a woman come onto her like this before, well not that she was aware of anyway, and it was both terrifying and exhilarating.
“I’ve just never had another woman buy me a drink before,” Hannah admitted, her eyes flicking up to Emily’s who was staring at her with a hungry intensity, “it’s just quite forward, I’m not complaining though.”
Emily’s smile widened, her eyes gleaming with amusement. “Well, I’m glad to be your first,” she said, her voice a low purr. “I’ve always had a thing for beautiful men and women,” Emily continued, her hand still on Hannah’s arm, her thumb gently stroking her skin. “And you, Hannah, are absolutely stunning,” she added, her eyes flicking down to Hannah’s cleavage once more, lingering for a moment before meeting her gaze again, “you don’t get if you don’t ask.”
Hannah felt a blush spread across her cheeks, her heart pounding in her chest. She had never been with a woman before, but the way Emily was looking at her, touching her, was making her feel things she had never felt before. She could feel the heat building between her legs, her pussy throbbing with desire.
“So you’ve never dated a women?” Emily asked, her eyes never leaving Hannah’s. Hannah shook her head, feeling the flush in her cheeks deepened.
“But you’re what? Curious?” Emily added, “there must have been a reason you came back and accepted my offer, I was hardly subtle?”
Hannah felt a shiver run down her spine, her heart pounding in her chest. She was playing with fire, she knew it, this would be a big step for both her and Max but she couldn't help herself. She was drawn to Emily, to the way she made her feel. She took a sip of her drink, her eyes never leaving Emily's, looking back at her defiantly.
"I guess curious is the right word" she admitted. "I’ve always wondered what it would be like to….you know….” Hannah added, her voice trailing off, her eyes flicking down to Emily’s cleavage, practically spilling out of her dress.
Emily’s smile widened, her eyes gleaming with amusement and desire. “Oh I know,” Emily said, her voice a low purr, her fingers still tracing patterns on Hannah’s arm. “You’ve been missing out not exploring that curiosity though Hannah,” she added, her eyes gleaming with desire, “there’s so much pleasure to be had with another woman, so much more than you can imagine, especially if your husband is encouraging it,” she continued, her voice a low, sultry whisper.
“So tell me Hannah, what do you like in a woman?” Emily asked, her voice a low purr, her eyes never leaving Hannah’s. “What gets you off, I’m intrigued?” she added, her hand still on Hannah’s arm, her thumb gently stroking her skin sensually.
Hannah was so attracted to how confident Emily was, how she was so sure of herself and what she wanted, and she was making it quite clear that that was Hannah tonight.
“I don’t really know,” Hannah admitted, her voice barely audible over the hum of the bar. “I’ve only ever been with a man before,” she added, her eyes flicking down to Emily's cleavage, her mind racing with thoughts of what it would be like to touch her, to kiss her., to grope those huge tits.
“Mmm you like my tits?” Emily purred, her eyes following Hannah’s gaze to her cleavage. She leaned back a little, pushing her chest out as Hannah continued to stare. “They’re big and heavy, but so soft and my nipples get so hard and sensitive when I’m turned on,” she whispered, her voice low and sultry. “You should see them in all their glory, this dress is hiding all my best features.”
Hannah felt a surge of desire at Emily's words, her pussy throbbing with need. She could imagine Emily's tits, big and heavy, her nipples hard and sensitive, and it was making her mouth water.
“Have you ever touched another woman's tits before?” Emily asked, her voice a low purr, her eyes gleaming with curiosity.
Hannah shook her head, her cheeks flushing at the thought. “No,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “I've never done anything like that before,” she added, her eyes flicking down to Emily's cleavage again.
“But you’d like to.” Emily continued. It was a statement rather than a question and Hannah couldn’t help but nod, her cheeks flushing. “Yes, I’d like to,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper, “I’ve…I’ve just never had the opportunity.”
Emily smile widened, “interesting,” she said, her voice a low purr, “you know, I’ve always had a thing for curvy girls with big tits, and I love the idea of a woman who’s never been with another woman before,” she added, her eyes gleaming with desire, “i love a challenge, are you gonna be a challenge for me Hannah?”
She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a low whisper, “I bet you taste amazing,” she said, her hand stroking up Hannah’s arm as she leaned in.
Hannah felt a surge of desire at Emily's words, her pussy throbbing with need at the idea of Emily tasting her. She had never been spoken to like this before by another women, never been desired like this. She could feel the heat building between her legs growing, it was thrilling and terrifying all at the same time at the unknown. She took a sip of her drink, her eyes never leaving Emily's, her heart pounding in her chest, unsure of how to respond.
“Why don’t we dance?” Emily suggested, her voice sultry and low, her eyes boring into Hannah’s, making her shift nervously on her feet, “I want an excuse to get closer to you, to feel that sexy curvy body of your pressed against mine,” she added smiling wickedly at Hannah.
Hannah felt Emily’s fingers stroke down her arm before they entwined with hers, her grip soft and yet firm. She didn’t respond but put her glass on the bar and let Emily lead her, their hands still entwined, onto the dance floor.
The music was slow and sultry, the band playing a soft jazz melody that seemed to pulse through the air.
As they got onto the dance floor Emily pulled Hannah close, her body pressing against hers. Hannah could feel the heat radiating from Emily’s body, her curves pressing against her own. She could feel the softness of Emily’s breasts against her own through her dress as they pressed closer together. It felt very intimate, very sexual.
Emily’s hands were on her waist straight away, holding her close as the two of them gently swayed to the music.
Hannah knew Max would be watching her, his eyes locked onto the scene unfolding before him. She could only imagine how turned on he must be seeing her like this with another woman. It was so out of character for her, she was never normally this bold, but there was something about Emily that made her feel alive, made her wanted to take a risk, to see where this could lead.
She still felt incredibly nervous as she danced with Emily. It was a feeling like when she had first met Max, an intoxicating mix of excitement and fear. Emily's hands were on her waist, her fingers gently caressing her, sending shivers down her spine. She could feel Emily's breath on her neck, her lips brushing against her ear as they danced.
"Relax," Emily whispered, her voice a low purr. "You're so tense. Let go, enjoy it."
Hannah took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. She let her body relax, pressing herself closer to Emily. She could feel Emily's breasts against hers, and it was making her nipples hard. Emily let go of her hips, taking Hannah’s hands and placing them around her shoulders. Emily's hands returned to Hannah's hips, pulling her closer again, their bodies pressed together intimately, moving in sync to the music like a couple.
Hannah could feel Emily's breath on her neck as they moved together on the dance floor like two lovers, her lips brushing against Hannah’s skin, sending jolts of electricity straight to her nipples, it was hot.
They continued to sway to the music, their bodies pressed tightly together. Emily’s boobs were squashed against Hannah’s as they moved and it was making her breathless, her arousal growing with each passing moment. She could feel the heat between her legs, her pussy throbbing and wet.
As the music began to fade and Hannah, conscious of the crowd around them, pulled back slightly, her breath coming in short gasps. Emily's eyes were locked onto hers, a wicked grin playing on her lips.
"Come on," Emily whispered, taking Hannah's hand again and leading her off the dance floor. "Let’s get some more drinks and you can introduce me to your husband," she added, her voice a low purr, “I’m very interested to meet him.”
Hannah nodded, her heart pounding in her chest as she followed Emily back to the bar. She could feel Emily's hand on her lower back, guiding her, and it sent a shiver down her spine. There was something so intimate and a little bit possessive about Emily’s hand there and it made Hannah feel a thrill of excitement.
They reached the bar and Emily stood beside Hannah, her hand still on her lower back, her body pressed closely against her. The thought of introducing Emily to her husband sent a wave of nervous excitement through Hannah. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her breath coming in short gasps. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves.
She knew Max would be loving every second of this but she still had a feeling of slight nerves, like she was cheating on him in some way, despite knowing he wanted this for her as much as she did. She didn’t hate the feeling though, it made her feel alive and excited, like she was doing something naughty and forbidden.
“Here you go,” Emily said, handing Hannah another glass of Prosecco, “and I got a whiskey and coke for your husband?” She asked, looking over at Max, who was watching them with a hungry intensity, his eyes never leaving Hannah's face. “It’s the least I can do after stealing you away from him.”
Hannah nodded, taking the glass from Emily, her fingers brushing against Emily's. She could feel the electricity between them intensifying, the heat that was building with each passing moment. She took a sip of her drink, her eyes flicking up to Max, who was watching them with a mix of excitement and lust as they walked across the bar towards him.
“Max, this is Emily,” Hannah said, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach as they reached they table.
Max looked up at Emily, his eyes filled with a mix of surprise and curiosity. “Nice to meet you,” he said, his voice low and husky, his eyes never leaving Emily's face. “I’m Max,” he added, extending his hand towards her.
Emily took his hand, her grip firm and confident. “Emily,” she said, her voice a low purr. “And I must say, Hannah, you have excellent taste in men,” she added, her eyes flicking down to inspect Max, lingering for a moment before meeting his gaze again.
Max chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “And you have excellent taste in women,” he replied, his voice low and husky. “I must say, I’m impressed with how easily you’ve captured my wife’s atrention.”
Emily smiled, her eyes gleaming with amusement. “Well, I aim to please,” she said, her voice a low purr. She turned to Hannah, her eyes gleaming with desire.
“Why don’t we go and get comfortable in one of the booths and all get to know each other a bit better,” Emily suggested, her hand returning to Hannah’s lower back.
It felt so weird being there with her husband but it being someone else’s hand on her back. She felt a thrill of excitement at the thought of what might come, her pussy tingling with anticipation as Max got up to follow them, Emily guiding her to a secluded booth in the corner of the bar.
Emily encouraged Hannah to slide in first, her hand on Hannah's ass, giving it a gentle cheeky squeeze as she did so. Hannah felt a jolt of electricity at the touch, her heart pounding in her chest as she slid into the booth, Emily following close behind, her body pressing against Hannah's as she slid in beside her. She felt so naughty being out her husband but with Emily.
Max slid in on the other side, his eyes never leaving the two women, a hungry look on his face as he watched them.
Emily looked across the table at Max, an amused smile playing on her lips. “So how do you feel about your wife’s curiosity, Max?” She asked, her voice a low purr as she got straight to the point.
Hannah felt Emily’s hand slide onto her thigh as she spoke, her hand pushing up the hem of Hannah’s dress slightly as she did so but not taking her eyes off Max.
Emily sat back, her eyes gleaming with amusement as she watched Max’s reaction, her smile widened, her hand on Hannah’s bare thigh, her fingers now gently caressing her skin in soft circles, the feeling of Emily’s skin on hers sending jolts of electricity straight to Hannah’s pussy as she too awaited her husband’s response eagerly.