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Hello, Stranger (Audio Script)
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Looking to keep things fresh and exciting, a couple decide to play a game: roleplaying as strangers who meet and fall in lust across the bar. Chemistry overflows between them and a public hookup ensues. A married couple reignites their spark by roleplaying as strangers, and the fantasy quickly escalates from teasing and flirting to fiery secret sex in public.
Original fiction. Characters and events are invented.
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“Wow, it’s busy in here tonight.
I wonder where…
Ah, over there.
”
I have to maneuver through a crowd as I make my way to the one empty seat in the entire bar.
“Excuse me… Thanks…Yeah, excuse me…”
It’s packed tonight. Usually, I like this place for its cozy, intimate atmosphere, but tonight, they’ve got a drink special going on and there’s a local band up on stage.
Just my luck.
I consider choosing another bar, but that’s when I see you. You’re sitting all alone at the end, resting your elbow on the counter as your long hair spills over your shoulders.
“Holy hell.”
I’ve got a perfect view of you from here. Your thin, white tank top frames your cleavage so perfectly that I can’t look away. And your black leather skirt rides up your thighs as you sit with those long, tanned legs crossed.
God, you’re gorgeous. An absolute smokeshow. And that outfit… yeah, it fits you in allllllll the right places.
I’m not the only one noticing you, though. The bartender isn’t even trying to hide the way he eyes you. He’s so hopeful that he stands a chance.
I’m not close enough to hear what he says, but whatever it is, you laugh, those painted red lips drawing a smile that fires me up from deep inside.
I love the way you smile. The way your whole face gets in on it. The curl of your lips, the crinkle in your nose, the sparkle in your eyes… there’s nothing more beautiful to me in the entire world.
And would you look at that… an empty stool right next to you. Looks like my luck is changing.
“Thank you, that’s sweet of you to say…”
“Well, it’s the truth. I see a lot of women come through these doors and many aren’t worth a second look.”
You like the flattery; it makes you blush. And when you see me approaching from the corner of your eye, you really lean into it.
“Well, keep pouring me drinks this strong and maybe we’ll see where the night takes us…”
“Ahem, is this seat taken?”
You look up at me through those dark lashes, tracing the rim of your nearly-empty martini glass with a mischievous look in your eye.
“All yours.”
“You need something?”
I have to contain my laughter. The guy actually thought he stood a chance with you, and he’s mad I interrupted the moment. It’s almost pitiful.
Although I have to say, watching the attention you get from other men in this bar turns me on more than I thought it would. You turn heads all the time, but this… watching them openly flirt with you without knowing your husband is right beside you?
Yeah, there’s something really fucking hot about that.
“I’ll take a whiskey neat.
And another martini for her on my tab.
”
When I look back at you, you take my breath away. So gorgeous. So put together. So very obviously out of my league.
I can’t help but think about the first time I tried to get up the courage to ask you out all those years ago.
God, I was nervous.
You were the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.
We’d never spoken before, I didn’t even know your name– but suddenly I felt like I was going to die if I didn’t know everything about you.
And it still took me weeks to ask you out that first time.
Even though I know the answer this time, I feel the same way now. The excitement, the nerves, the potential.
All those same feelings pulse through me tonight.
“I, uh, hope you don’t mind me sitting down.
It’s just that you really remind me of someone.
”
“Oh, really?
Who?
”
“Just a girl I used to know.”
“Well, she must be special if random women in bars are making you think of her…”
“Oh, you’ve got no idea how special.”
“Tell me about her.”
“I could talk about her all night. For starters, she’s an absolute knockout. A killer smile… tight, seductive body… eyes so deep you could get lost in…
The most gorgeous woman I’ve ever met in all my life
”
“Okay, I'm liking the comparison so far.”
“She’s absolutely stunning, but it’s her heart that’s most special.
Always making me laugh..always looking out for others.
She’s the life of the party, but goes out of her way to make people around her feel important…
”
You blush, recognizing the honesty that seeps through the cracks of our little game.
I know I don’t tell you nearly enough just how incredible you are, but I don’t ever want you to forget it.
“She sounds like she means a lot to you.”
“She sure does.”
I love the way you glow in the hazy bar lighting.It makes me want to cut the night short and end this silly little game we’re playing right now.
That's what I’d usually do, though. It’s what I’ve done before.
And tonight is different.
Tonight is about stepping out of our comfort zone.
Letting go of the roles and routine we’ve settled into.
Tonight is about the spark. The fun. The thrill of the chase. It’s about the recklessly in love kids we were before life got in the way
and finding them again.
“Thanks.”
“Thank you.”
“Is he bothering you?”
“A little,
But it’s nothing I can’t handle.
”
That little wink you shot him nearly does me in. What the fuck is happening to me?
Watching other men hit on you–and you flirt right back–should press every possessive button I’ve got…
But instead, it does the opposite. I’m thoroughly enjoying it. In fact, it turns me on.
I know what a catch you are, and all the attention you’re getting tonight is just proving it.
I want them to be led on. I want them to think they stand a chance. And then I want to be the one walking out of here with you in my arms at the end of the night.
I have to admit I was a little skeptical about this when you first suggested it but fuck… am I glad I agreed.
This build-up is better than any foreplay I’ve ever experienced, and I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to sit here with my hands to myself.
“You let me know if you change your mind, and I’ll take care of it.”
“So do you flirt with all the bartenders, or is this one special?”
“You sound like you might be jealous…”
“Jealous?
Nah, I don’t get jealous.
”
“Why is that?”
“Guys can look all they want… you’re still going home with me.”
“Wow.
You know, most women might get turned off by that arrogance.
”
“True.
Most women might be.
”
“Something tells me you’re not like most women, though, are you?”
“Well, if you’re lucky, you might get to find out.”
Your hand gently falls to my thigh, hidden underneath the bartop.
No one else can see the way your touch unravels me, and I have to fight to keep my composure, especially when you flash me that smile.
“Well, we know the guy has good taste in women
But can he make a decent drink?
”
“Let’s find out…
Cheers to good company.
”
“And to new adventures.”
I can’t look away when you lift the martini glass and press those thick, luscious lips to the rim.
“It’s pretty good…
But nothing like my husband makes.
He knows I like them extra dirty.
”
You run your tongue along your top lip and that one subtle move makes my cock throb.
Jesus Christ. There are so many other things I’d like to do with that mouth, and they all play through my mind.
Patience has never been my strong suit, which you’re well aware of.
But that’s probably why you’ve made it part of the game. Taunting me. Teasing me. Making me work for it.
“A husband and the bartender?
Looks like I’ve got a bit of competition…
”
“You didn’t think you could waltz in here and I’d make it easy on you, did you?”
“Absolutely not.
I love a good challenge.
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