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By Kristen Marie (beachmaninwv@yahoo.com)


Misty was a sexy 25 year old who also happened to be married. She had two lovely children and adored them. She worked nights to help support her family, and although her marriage was not great, she loved her husband very much.

But Misty had needs, and when she finally told her husband of her fantasy to dance, he shot it down immediately. Misty pleaded with him, and reminded him of things she had done for him in the past to satisfy his needs. She told him he could even be there to watch, so he would know she was not being unfaithful. She prodded him with promises of how turned on she would be when they got home, and of how she would reward him!

But her husband said he could not bear to watch other men looking at her on stage, so the fantasy was squashed.

It was Thursday night, and Misty told her husband she had to report to work several hours earlier than usual. Her excuse was that the company was doing an audit, and even the dayshift people had to come in early the next day.

Misty drove her SUV along I-79 towards work, but tonight she took another exit. With her hands trembling on the wheel, Misty glided into the parking lot of the local club. Beneath her work clothes she wore a red lace bra and matching thong. She entered the club and took a seat in the back.

Several dancers performed and Misty was amazed at how they held the captive view of every eye there! The thought of so many eyes on her body sent a shudder through her body, and a dampness became apparent between her legs.

Two tables over from Misty sat a 35-year-old man who was in town for a job interview. He was bored and passing time until tomorrow. The Receptionist at the Days Inn had tipped him on the club, so here he sat. He had several beers before the show began, and was beginning to regret coming at all. Then a young blonde walked past him and sat down in the corner.

He could hardly take his eyes off her! She was dressed in blue scrubs, but they did little to reveal her petite body. He guessed her age at 23-26. She had long blonde hair and he enjoyed the way her butt clung to her scrub bottoms when she had passed by him.

Misty ordered a soda and wondered just what in the hell she was doing there! Could she actually get on stage and dance when they called for Amateurs? The Emcee got on stage and asked for anyone who wanted to exhibit their talent to report to the bar. Misty stood, took two steps, and backed into her chair and sat. She wanted to do this so badly, but there were some familiar faces in the crowd, and she knew that if her husband found out that she had defied him their marriage would only get worse.

Her movement had not gone un-noticed. The man from NC saw her rise as the announcement was made. He saw the look in her eyes as she sat back down too. After a few minutes, he saw her walk quickly to the front of the Club and out.

Misty walked out of the Club and headed to her vehicle. "What was I thinking?" she thought to herself. She lit a cigarette and drew the smoke deeply into her lungs as she leaned against the hood of her SUV. "Calm down and relax girl! You gave it a shot!"

Misty finished her cigarette and lit another. She was calm now, and began to think about work. Just then she noticed a man walk out of the Club. He was handsome and probably in his 30's. He had short brown hair, a mustache, and a goatee. He was dressed in khaki pants and a green sweater. He appeared to be looking for someone as he stood just outside the Club and scanned the parking lot.

"Don't see to many guys that handsome around here," Misty laughed to herself. Then the man's eyes locked onto hers, and he began to walk towards her. Misty did not feel fear at his approach. Although he was a stranger, the way he looked, and his confidant stride. put her at ease.

The stranger walked up to her and asked for a light. Misty was taken by his sparkling green eyes almost immediately. He lit his cigarette and they made small talk. Finally she asked why he had left when the entertainment was just getting under way?

"Because the best looking chick in there already left" he said with a wry grin. Misty noticed his eyes scanning her body as he spoke.

"I take it you were here to dance?" he said. "What makes you think that?" she shot back.

"Just a guess. If I'm wrong say so," he replied.

Misty stared at the ground and finally said with a sigh "Yeah, I wanted to dance. But I chickened out."

"Why?" asked the handsome stranger.

"Because I know some people in there, and they would tell on me!" she said. Misty then blurted out her fantasy and why her husband was against it.

The man said nothing for a moment, then asked her, "Would you dance for me? Not tonight, but tomorrow night at my Hotel room?"

"I have to work tomorrow night," she stated.

The man took a step towards her, and Misty could smell his cologne as his eyes seemed to burn into hers. "I will pay you whatever wages you would lose from not going to work! Just come to room 201 at the Days Inn tomorrow night at midnight."

With that said, he turned and walked away.

Misty got into her SUV and drove to work. Her mind was racing at the prospect of dancing for this man! Could she do it? "Hell yeah!" her mind answered back! Misty suddenly realized that her fantasy was about to come true! She would dance at last!!


Misty Blue sat behind the wheel of her SUV and gave the events of last night one more review.

She knew the risk she was taking, but had already came up with several ironclad excuses should tonight go badly. Her younger sister (and best friend) had agreed to cover for her, and Misty felt confident that things would be fine. After all, she had met many men in her life, and she knew from the stranger's demeanor last night that he was not a psycho.

In fact, Misty felt oddly at ease in his presence! The whole key to her night was that he paid her for her lost wages from work. If not, then the deal was off and she was prepared to go into work as scheduled.

Misty pulled into the Days Inn parking lot and checked her watch. She had plenty of time to get to work if the man didn't pay her up front. She planned it out that way.

Wearing a hooded jacket that hid her face, Misty walked to the hotel lobby and was pleased to see the Night Clerk was away from the desk. She quickly ascended the stairs to the second floor and Room 201 was at the end of the long, carpeted hallway. Misty felt an excitement that betrayed her outward appearance. This was the naughty side of her... the free side... the side of her that needed to escape! She felt more alive as she knocked on that hotel room door than she had in years!

The soft knocking snapped the occupant to his feet. He had not really expected her to show up.

He was excited but nervous. He opened the door to find a radiant, sexy, and incredibly pretty blonde standing before him. "Please, come in." he said. Misty noticed at once the scented candles, and the sweet smell of vanilla filled her nostrils as she took a deep breath.

"Have any trouble finding the place?" the man asked with a grin.

"Not at all," was her only response as she stepped into the room and shut the door behind her.

"Why don't you take off your coat and relax. I have some vodka if you'd like a drink." He reached out as if to take her coat, but Misty made no effort to remove it.

"Listen, before I do anything, you need to know that..."

The man cut off Misty in mid-sentence. "Of course you'll want this before we become acquainted," he said with an easy smile as he handed her three crisp $50 dollar bills.

Misty took the money and immediately relaxed. She removed her coat and handed it to the handsome stranger. He hung her coat on a hanger, and was impressed with how she filled out her sweater and jeans.

They sat on the edge of each bed, her on one, he on the other. They drank and talked for nearly an hour. Misty noted his muscular legs as he sat across from her wearing shorts and a tee shirt.

After her third drink Misty asked if he was ready to see her dance. He nodded, and with a smile slid back up to the top of the bed and propped his head up with the two pillows. He reached over to the nightstand and turned on a portable CD player. As the music of Kenny Chesney played, Misty began to dance.

Ahh, what a sight it was! Misty slowly began to move at the foot of the bed. She was going to tease him! She took her time, and didn't even get her sweater off until the second song began.

Her mind cleared and her soul took control. Misty felt like a butterfly, spreading her wings and floating in the summer breeze! She loved the way his eyes followed her every movement. She met his gaze with her own. She slowly slid her bra off and noticed his eyes widen at the sight of her swollen breasts. So she slowly squeezed each one, pinching her nipples between her forefinger and thumb. Slowly she un-did her jeans, sliding them down over her hips as she swayed and turned before him.

She noticed the rise in his shorts, and she motioned for him to come towards her. He obeyed, and soon sat at the foot of the bed. Misty began to grind her thongcovered mound onto his lap. Her breasts pressed against his face, and she did not protest when he took her left nipple into his mouth and began to gently suck on it. His tongue swirled and teased her as he gently placed his hands on her hips and pulled her towards him. Misty continued to grind herself on his lap, feeling his hot shaft rubbing her clit through her now drenched panties.

Misty was excited and pleased that she had made this man hard! It was everything she'd fantasized about. Her emotions overtook her, and she rocked her hips in a circular motion. She was living her fantasy at last!! She felt the orgasm coming, and made no attempt to stop it.

Misty felt the lining of her panties sliding as she continued to grind. She could feel the heat from his hardness. She changed from her circular motion to an up and down humping. Suddenly her panties slid to the side and the throbbing steel cock slid into her dripping pussy. Misty gasped as the thickness stretched her inner walls, but she was beyond caring now! She bounced up and down at a frantic pace.

By now his hands were on her ass and they were like pistons firing in an engine. Her upward thrusts were met with his downward thrusts. Misty was wetter than she had ever been in her life. Her juices flowed out of her in streams. At first she thought she was peeing, but then she knew it was more. As the cock rammed deep inside of her, Misty let go.

Years of frustration. Years of being un-happy. Years of putting others first. Years of fantasizing. They all caught up to her this night. Misty felt the stranger's cock stiffen, and just as she felt his hot cum invade her, she let lose! Digging her fingernails into his back, Misty came! She came hard and long. Her pussy contracted and expanded in spasms as she felt his thick sperm filling her. Over and over she came, before eventually slumping over in his lap.

Nearly unconscious, Misty felt herself being pulled up onto the bed.

A soft kiss awoke her the next morning. She blinked a few times to get the sleep from her eyes and tried to focus on the room. "You might need these," a gentle voice said. Misty took her glasses from the voice and put them on.

"So what's your name?" the stranger asked.

"Blue" Misty replied. "Just Blue."

Smiling and kissing her softly again, the stranger replied, "You dance wonderfully Blue!"