Cocktails With a Tryst: An Affair With Mixology and Seduction

by Cheri Loughlin

  Nadia begins dancing in front of us. She twirls around, sliding her hands up and down her body, touching herself in ways I wish I could touch her.

  “Touch her,” Nadia says to you. “Like this.”

  Nadia places her hands over her scarcely there lace panties, swaying her fingers back and forth across her mound, up her taut tummy, grazing her flesh lightly until reaching her full breasts that are held captive by her matching bra.

  You obey willingly starting with your hands at my knees trailing softly up my thighs, scrunching my skirt up as your fingers travel higher. You dip your spread hands between my thighs grazing upwards toward my pussy lips until your thumbs barely sweep across them. I pulse with desire. Wetness again begins to swell within me.

  I wiggle my ass into your crotch, feeling your erection bulge below me. I want you within me, to feel your steamy cock throb with fervor. I lean my head back into the crook of your neck to whisper into your ear.

  “Watch her while you touch me.”

  My hands find their way below me, between our bodies to your jeans button and zipper. I lift myself just enough to loosen what confines you and am pleased you opted to go sans underwear like me. You sink lower into the chair and I free your hardened cock, settling myself back upon its hot smoothness while you still finger my pussy lips, spreading my wetness.

  Nadia eyes us with apparent pleasure.

  “May I join you?” she asks. “You are paying for a lap dance after all.”

  I laugh quietly. Nadia was not waiting for an answer. She was already hovering over our chair with her breasts over mine, one of her knees between my legs, straddling us both. Her hands rest on the arms of the chair as she leans in.

  “The rules are I can touch you, but you may only touch each other. Agreed?”

  She presents this as if it is a question and she swivels her hips over my thigh, rocking her lace covered mound against me. There is no other answer. We both nod. I close my eyes for a moment to let the decadence of the moment sink in; being squeezed in between a man and a scantily clad woman both set on indulging my sexual fantasy does not happen every day.

  Nadia dances. She writhes and wriggles, stimulated and inspired. She moves her body all along mine. Her hands do amazing things. While one of your hands toys with my breast and nipple under my shirt, she circles the other through the fabric, pinching and squeezing my eager cherry-perked nipple. Your other hand works its magic, toying with my drenched sweet spot to the brink of orgasm, but I pull away just in time. I want to savor this orgasm by being worked into a frenzy.

  I reach down between my legs to feel your engorged cock. You are slick with my wetness. With a little encouragement from my fingers I position you between my pussy lips and slide back and forth along your cock while running my fingers along the backside feeling your ridges.

  Nadia reaches behind her back, releasing the clasp of her bra. She has magnificent breasts. She now straddles herself across my pubic bone aligning her mound with mine, catching my hand between us. She grasps her breasts in her hands clenching them together firmly, yet gently and bends to take one nipple between her own lips. Her tongue reaches out to circle and lap at her breast. I want to taste her. She bends to her other breast to lavish the same treatment upon it.

  You roll my nipple between your thumb and forefinger knowingly. Ripples of delight surge to my pussy. I must have you. I cannot hold back my orgasm any longer. With the slightest push and intake of my breath I can feel your cock just enter within me. I am gushing with wetness. I press down to feel you fully and Nadia grinds into my mound.

  I cheat. I know I am not supposed to break the rules, but Nadia’s pussy is barely covered and she is so juicy wet with sweetness. I can tell she is about to burst with satisfaction. How can she possibly think I cannot touch her when she put her pussy directly where my fingers were busy with your cock? While fingering your cock as you thrust in and out of me, I cannot help but thumb Nadia’s succulent pussy lips. Her breasts rub against mine and her nipples are aroused like mine. I can hear her breath catch in my ear just as my breath catches at the brink of release. My fingers let go of your cock as you pulse into me and I masturbate Nadia to orgasm while we come together.

  The darkness of the corner has been well thought out. We rearrange our clothing and thank Nadia for the…um… lap dance. I apologize for breaking the rules. Nadia says she was planning on it. Just when I thought Nadia was turning to leave, she opens her little purse.

  “This is for you,” Nadia says. She pulls out a couple of dollar bills and leans over, sticking them into your jeans waist band. “It’s a tip. Thanks for bringing her in.” Nadia winks and slips away.

  A LITTLE NAUGHTY & NICE SPICE

  2 ounces Spiced Rum

  1 ounce Falernum

  1 ounce Fresh Lemon Juice

  1/4 ounce Simple Syrup

  Orange Twist and Grated Nutmeg

  Place all liquids in a

  cocktail shaker filled

  two-thirds full of ice. Shake to

  blend ingredients. Strain into a rocks glass

  over one large ice cube or several cubes of ice.

  Place a thin layer of grated nutmeg on a shallow plate. Slice a thin piece of orange peel. Give it a slight twist over the cocktail to release its fresh oils, and then dip both sides of the peel into the grated nutmeg. Drop the peel into the drink as garnish.

  A Little Naughty & Nice Spice is the best of both worlds when it comes to lightly sweet, nicely spiced and oh-so-wickedly-divine with hints of vanilla.

  PIN-UP GIRL

  1-1/2 ounce Silver Rum

  1/2 ounce Cherry Brandy

  1 ounce Pineapple Juice

  1/2 ounce Fresh Lemon Juice

  1/2 ounce Fresh Lime Juice

  1/2 ounce Simple Syrup

  Lime Slice and Maraschino Cherry

  Place all liquids in a

  cocktail shaker filled

  two-thirds full of ice. Shake until

  well chilled. Strain into a chilled martini glass.

  Garnish with a thinly sliced lime and maraschino

  cherry on a cocktail pick.

  Calendar girls, striptease artists, burlesque show dancers—they captivate our attention with their girlish sweet parts and sassy attitudes. The Pin-Up Girl cocktail endeavors to do the same. Pin-Up Girl is a luscious tangy sweet citrus combination with a kiss of cherry sweetness. Step up and enjoy the show.

  GIRLS NIGHT IN

  How was girl’s night out you ask?

  All in all, we drank, laughed, and some of us stayed to drink some more. Tequila shots, margaritas, and lots of laughing made up our night. Who says teachers don’t know how to have a good time? They just have to take the pin out of their buns and shake their hair. Well, and do it on the other side of town where students and parents alike are less likely to catch them in the act. Thank goodness I have just been living the teacher life for research. This girl has to let her hair down more often throughout the day.

  Knowing I couldn’t drive in good conscience, I call for backup. You know who. Tara. Lucky for me, she had just finished up with her last client of the day. Her boyfriend must be in the doghouse because she is all too eager to meet me for an impromptu Girls Night Out.

  We drink a few beers and Tara decides we should go out to do something more fun. I want to go back to the apartment and change since I am still in work mode. Tara helps herself to a beer while I find something to wear. She comes in and sits on my bed as we try to decide where to go. The strip club is high on my list since it is always so much fun, but it is always much more fun if you are with me. So, there I stand in my closet doorway stripping off my jeans and shirt, wearing nothing but my black bra, which I am overflowing in by the way, and my little matching black thong. Both seem to be a little too much at the moment. I squirm while adjusting myself and Tara smirks, making the comment that I might as well be comfortable and go without the thong. Not a bad idea at all.

  I begin pulling shirts and sho
rt little skirts out of my closet to see what I feel like wearing and to get Tara’s opinion. She knows how to dress flirty without being slutty and also how to totally blow off every guy that approaches her. She will tell them we are having girl time, but thanks for the offer. It’s great! But, she ends up flirting hard with the guys anyway.

  While I am asking what she thinks I should wear, she eyes an outfit she wants to try. She slips out of her clothes and tries on the outfit that is a tad too large in the bust. Holding her petite breasts in her palms she comments that it is not a blessing to be so small. I remind her that we did a comparison test before at the strip club and her breasts were perfectly wonderful. She proceeds to lift the shirt and asks me if I really think so. Hmm… imagine the picture.

  Here we are stripping off clothes. I change outfits by the dozen all the while still panty-less with a growing pile of clothing on the floor. Tara is baring her breasts, asking me if they are nice enough. Of course her breasts are wonderful! They are perfectly peaked little mounds of silky smooth flesh with hardened nipples topping them off like cherries. Satisfied with my reply, Tara strips the ill-fitted shirt off and heads towards the kitchen for another drink asking if I would like one, too. I might as well since I already lost the designated driver title.

  Unhappy with the blouse I just glimpsed in the mirror, I slip it off and reach for a braless tank. Tara walks back in the bedroom just as I slip my arm through the strap of my bra and let it fall to the floor. She reaches out to hand me my drink and says my breasts are quite awesome. I tell her you think so, too. As I take the drink from her, she puts one hand on her bare breast and one on mine, demonstrating the difference in size.

  I have been so hot for you these past couple of days that I feel a twinge of arousal rise from between my legs, flutter past my navel, skip a beat through my heart to its final destination, transforming the twinge into a flood, causing my mouth to water so much I must swallow. I feel suddenly warm and know I am a bit flushed. What an intense reaction from Tara who holds my now peaked breast with its little crimson nipple in her hand. Tara smirked again with that twinkle in her eye that she gets when she has a great idea. Without removing her palm from cradling my breast she lightly brushes the pad of her thumb over my taut nipple and suggests that we don’t have to go anywhere to have a very fun girl’s night. It could just be in instead of out.

  With another wave of arousal rushing through me, I agree. Now my mouth isn’t the only place gushing with wetness. Still thumbing my nipple, Tara moves her other hand to my neglected breast, doodling with her fingertips then trailing in a soft meandering motion from the hollow between my breasts, down my ribs, circling, then dipping at my navel. In a sweeping motion across my tummy, she grazes a bit of my soft mound with its downy cover.

  “We could start right here,” she said.

  Then she leans over and kisses me softly on the lips, dipping her fingers lower until she feels the warm wetness beginning to almost drip as she strokes me slowly, tenderly. What a picture we are. Me with nothing on but my earrings, and Tara with bare feet, jeans and nothing else.

  I grope with my free hand to find the edge of my desk to set my drink down as Tara begins backing me to the wall by my closet, kissing me more aggressively, stroking more firmly. With her right hand, she reaches from my breast to the dip of my back up to the nape of my neck, entwining my hair around her fingers until she pulls my head back, exposing my vulnerable neck. Her lips leave mine as she tastes my tongue and lips and then licks her way down my neck.

  My nails find their way to her shoulders and back. I put my recent manicure to good use, lightly scratching her back, repaying every twinge of pleasure she has bestowed on me. Her warm lips reach the valley between my heaving breasts and she kneads my nipple with her supple tongue, making my breath catch with delight. I spread my legs further, allowing her to palm my mound as she slips her finger around and around my pussy before plunging in as my slippery folds envelop her with tiny spasms of pleasure.

  My hands have gone from lightly scratching to holding her full head of hair in my hands, pressing her closer to me as her lips travel from my breasts down my tummy, circling my navel, dipping in for a brief tickle before heading downward.

  She slips her fingers out of my quivering hot pussy, stroking me for a moment before taking her fingers to her mouth and sucking each one, lapping up my juices. With my hands clutching her head and her hands gliding over my hips, over my thighs, and to my inner thigh, she nudges me open more fully so she can taste me entirely.

  The tiny spasms from before disappear from memory as the tip of her tongue dances over my sweetest spot, harder, faster, flicking back and forth, suckling tenderly, yet with conviction, until I no longer try to control the gush of pleasure. I begin to feel a rush as the tingling bubbles from my toes numb me to my shaking knees as her tongue thrusts as deeply as possible into my well of arousal. All I can think of is “more” and “harder” until a guttural sound erupts from the depths of my throat in a deep moaning, matching the deep pleasure Tara grants me with her sinuous lips and tongue.

  Yeah, I had fun on my girl’s night in.

  TICKLE MY LASS

  4 ounces Raspberry Lemonade

  4 ounces Light Beer

  4 ounces Moscato Spumante

  Fresh or Frozen Raspberries

  Place chilled liquids

  in a chilled pint glass in the

  order given. Stir gently. Garnish

  with frozen or fresh raspberries. Frozen

  raspberries floating in the drink will help keep the drink chilled a little longer. Or place fresh raspberries on a long skewer and freeze in advance. Place in the drink and use as a stirrer. The raspberries will thaw as you sip.

  Tickle My Lass is fun and fruity, light and refreshing. Make this for an evening with the girls or a weekend afternoon watching the game with your favorite guy. Either way you come out a winner. Game on!

  TICKLE MY LASS

  PITCHER SERVE

  24 ounces Raspberry Lemonade

  2 – 12 ounce bottles Light Beer

  1 – 750ml bottle Moscato Spumante

  Fresh or Frozen Raspberries

  Pour chilled liquids into

  a large pitcher. Stir gently.

  Pour into chilled pint glasses.

  Garnish with fresh or frozen raspberries

  as directed in individual serve recipe on previous

  page. Serves 6.

  This recipe makes approximately 73 ounces. A standard pitcher holds approximately 60 ounces of liquid. A standard beer pitcher holds approximately 72 ounces. Make sure your container is large enough for the entire recipe or split the recipe between two pitchers.

  STRAPS & CHAPS

  12 ounce can Frozen Limeade

  9 ounces Silver Tequila

  3 ounces Triple Sec

  16 ounce package Frozen Strawberries

  2 – 12 ounce cans or bottles Beer

  8 Lime Wedges

  Place frozen limeade

  concentrate, tequila, triple

  sec, and frozen strawberries into

  a blender without ice. Blend until mixture

  is completely smooth. Pour mixture into eight

  glasses filled with ice. Top each glass with three ounces

  beer. Stir gently. Top each drink with a squeeze of

  one lime wedge. Drop lime wedge into drink. Serves 8.

  Both bottles of beer can be added to the mixture after blending if you prefer, but stir the mixture with a long-handled spoon rather than blend with the blender. Pour into glasses filled with ice and add a squeeze of lime.

  This partially frozen Straps & Chaps margarita is a playful variation of the popular cowboy margarita. It is citrusy tart with lots of juicy strawberries. Girls Night In just got a little flirtier!

  SUNDAY DRIVE

  Sunday is the last day of our long weekend. The weather is beautiful—warm, but not too hot, a few clouds dotting the sky with the sun glowing in the distance. The
breeze is just enough to keep the heat at bay. However, not even the breeze is enough to keep our temperatures from rising once we get going.

  We’re driving along a deserted two-lane winding road. The ride is loads of fun with you. You take the curves just a hair too fast and keep me on the edge of my seat, but I know that below this superficial recklessness, you are profoundly in control. My wavy hair is pulled back loosely, enough for the wind to still ripple through it for that wild convertible look. I, of course, opted for my favorite denim mini skirt. It scrunches so nicely to the “V” of my thighs when I ease back into the comfort of your low seats. I felt a little untamed this morning and decided on the midriff ragged denim vest for a shirt of sorts. I knew you would not protest.

  Shoes are such a shame in beautiful weather like this. I slip off my sandals and my toes wriggle happily at their newfound freedom. Then I stretch my legs as far as the space allows within the tiny area of the convertible. It is not enough. I throw caution to the wind. Hoping you won’t mind the footprints on the dash, I prop up my feet. You will reap the benefits soon enough.

  The wind flips my skirt, barely revealing the sexy black sheer lace v-string panties that now provide delicious eye candy for you. Me, too. Having to keep one hand on the gear shift is quite a drag for you. For me it means a lovely round of scrumptious teasing. I am in the mood to tease you, and me, a little.

  I pop open the lid of the ice cup between us and bring a piece of ice to my lips for a slow dripping wet suck. Keeping it close to my skin, I leisurely glide the melting cube over my chin and down my neck. The melting ice drips over my hot flesh into the hollow at the base of my neck. I feel the sensation scatter across my chest as the droplets trickle in several directions reaching as far as my breasts.

  As I continue to slide the ice down my chest, I begin to slowly unbutton my tattered vest revealing the cleavage my matching black sheer lace balconette bra provides. I glide the remaining bit of ice over the roundness of my breasts, cooling me to such a degree my nipples perk up, begging to be stroked.