Andrea’s Two Connections

“Excuse me Miss, but… blah, blah, blah” a man spoke to me as he grabbed my wrist as I walked past him.

“I’m sorry?” I replied, turning to face him. The music in the club was so loud; I couldn’t hear everything that he was saying.

Still holding my wrist, he bent forward and whispered in my ear, “I said that you have amazing breasts!”

Stunned, I smiled and replied, “Thank you!” He let go of my wrist and lent forward again.

“I didn’t know how you would respond. You might have slapped me.” The tall handsome stranger laughed, “But I just felt the need to tell you that your breasts… really are amazing.”

He took a step back, and it took a second or two for me to realise that there were actually two ruggedly handsome men towering above me.

For some strange reason I actually looked down and examined my own breasts. They did look good! I was showing plenty of cleavage, and they were peeping out of my tight dress, obviously aided by a Wonderbra.

My eyes quickly scanned the area around me, looking for my husband, who had gone to the toilet some time before. I couldn’t see him, or anyone else that I knew.

“Emmmm,” I stuttered, “most people like my legs, actually.”

The strangers both stood back and surveyed my lower half. They looked at each other and nodded.

“Yeah. I can see what they mean.” The second man told his friend.

“No man,” the first guy argued, “It’s the breasts for me. Look at them. They’re perfect. Just the right size, not too big, not too small, probably firm and, well… a bit of bounce.” By they were standing so close to me, I could smell their breath and cologne.

My pale blue eyes were still trying to find my husband, but it was difficult, as they had blocked most of my view.

The first guy said something that I couldn’t hear.

“I’m sorry, I missed that.” I told him.

He whispered in my ear, “I asked if you liked having your nipples sucked. You look like you do!”

Blushing, I replied, “That’s for me to know, and you to find out!” I laughed as I finally locked onto Rob, my husband.

Grinning like a Cheshire cat, Rob was standing only six feet away from us, enjoying watching his wife being chatted up by these hunky strangers.

“Can I find out?” the man asked, as he began pressing himself against me.

Flattered and excited by their attention, I whispered “Not tonight,” then glared at Rob. I don’t think that he could hear the conversation, but I could guess at what he had in mind. My thoughts were racing.

This was beginning to seem like Rob’s biggest fantasy – to see me ‘with another man’. “Had he set me up, or was this a pure coincidence?” I thought.

As I was concentrating on Rob, I nearly missed the second guy stroking my leg, sliding it up my dress, tickling my stocking clad leg.

I pushed his hand away; “You can stop that right now!” I scolded him.

Both men laughed. The first one held his hand out to shake mine, “Hi, I’m Ed and this is Gary, we work in construction and have just hit town.”

I shook his hand, “I’m Andrea, and that’s all you need to know.”

Still smiling Ed asked, “Are you on your own tonight?”

“I might be,” I replied coyly, glancing at Rob.

“No boyfriend or girlfriends with you? That can only mean one thing.” He laughed as he stroked my wedding ring.

“What’s that?” I asked him.

“You’re looking for some action.” He answered, looking at Gary for confirmation, who smiled and nodded.

I grinned and shook my head, “Not tonight,” I told him. Rob discretely tried to move closer, but Ed and Gary still blocked his way.

Gary was stroking the back of my leg again, but this time I didn’t try to stop him.

“That’s a cute accent.” I told Ed, who was 5 or 6 inches taller than me, with short, well cut, hair and was very athletic looking.

“A bit of French, a bit of German, a bit of American and a bit horny!” he laughed out loud.

“Shit man! She’s really looking for action tonight!” Gary turned to his friend as his hand reached my stocking top.