Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

A young woman nursed a drink at the Pub. She had glossy black hair that fell in soft waves to her shoulders and wore a short red jersey halterneck dress which clung to her curves. It was not the kind of dress with which you could wear a bra.


It was a warm, close evening. The air conditioning was turned up high and the swell of her nipples was plainly visible to the barman with whom she had been chatting. The bar had begun to fill up with conference attenders and she covertly appraised each one as they arrived. At length she made a decision. A man of around 45, greying but still with a full head of hair, in suit trousers and open-necked shirt and wearing a gold ring on the fourth finger of his left hand sat alone at a low table. She took her glass, crossed the bar and slid onto the sofa beside him. "Do you mind if I join you?"





His shrug was not particularly welcoming, but she was undeterred.


"I'm Neha," she said. "Are you with the accountants?"


"The civil engineers," he replied. "Gani." She smiled and offered her hand to shake.


"You're married, Gani?"


"For nineteen years," he said. "You?"


Neha shook her head. "No. I like casual sex. No strings. I prefer it when they are happily married."


Gani stared at her. He hadn't been actively looking to pick anyone up and hadn't really looked at her closely until now. He very much liked what he saw: she was a very attractive girl, no more than 27 or 28 - and he was open to persuasion.


"I need a lot of sex," Neha continued, looking into her glass. "I like it."


Gani took a sip of his own drink, studying her lovely face. Her lips were painted red, her wide eyes were a clear, candid green.






"Are you faithful to your wife?" she asked.


"No," he replied, honestly. "I'm sleeping with my secretary. And sometimes I fuck a widowed neighbour and one of my daughter's friends."


Neha drained her glass. She would have seduced him regardless of his reply, but had he professed fidelity her answer would not have been as direct as the one she gave now. "Would you like to fuck me?"


. . .


In the lift, they kissed urgently and his hands crept under her skirt to cup her arse-cheeks.





They were not alone. An older couple stood beside them. They were a distinguished, good-looking pair, expensively-dressed and well-groomed; probably, thought Neha. The woman huffed disapprovingly as Gani slammed Neha's back against the mirrored wall, thrusting his tongue into her hot mouth as she wrapped her slender legs around his hips. Her husband, however, was watching openly. Neha, surfacing for breath and catching his eye, winked at him. Mischievously she reached behind her neck and untied her halter. The top of her dress slipped down to reveal her pert tits with their erect nipples. She let the old guy get a good eyeful before burying her fingers in Gani's hair and feeding her left breast into his mouth.





The woman, who had been studiously gazing straight ahead, tight-lipped, didn't notice until the lift stopped moving and Gani set Neha back onto her feet that Neha was naked to the waist. The woman gasped, scandalised, and snapped, "Come on, Robert," to her staring husband. Reluctantly he trailed out of the opening doors behind his wife but hung back, continuing to look back at Neha in frank admiration, a hard-on tenting his trousers. Neha followed him down the hallway, making no attempt to cover herself, and Gani walked behind her, admiring the sway of her hips and the movement of her tight buttocks under the red fabric, amused by her casual exhibitionism.


Gani's room was directly opposite the older couple's. He slipped his access card into the lock and pushed the door open for Neha. Behind her back, his eyes met Robert's and he nodded and smiled. Robert noticed that the door swung behind Gani but did not click.


"Robert!" came Helen's enraged voice from his own room. Meekly, he went inside.





. . .


Students Jake and Tyler worked the overnight shift . They'd arrived a little early and decided to have a cold Coke in the bar. The barman shovelled ice into their glasses.


"Is she here tonight?" Jake asked him.


"Oh, yes."


"Who's the lucky man?"


"Room 407. A Mr Gani."