Night On The Town

Mistress and slave have had a laid back weekend here in River City.
On Friday evening, slave came home at the appointed hour and made sure Mistress had some early evening worship.

Then we were off to a local watering hole owned by a friend that features a jazz vocalist on weekends. It is one of those romantic, well lit joints where Mistress could feel comfortable wearing some sexy black tights and a black dress that displayed her fit and shapely legs to best advantage.

We know the owner of this joint, who joined us for a while on a cozy couch not far from the music.  M is about Mistress's age, and has an Irishman's charm. Mistress has looked on M with an admiring eye in the past.

"He's kind of handsome, slave....."

"No doubt, Mistress...."

And for his part, M has never been shy to comment on how lovely Molly looks to him. Just polite complements, right?

In any event, M was sitting next to Mistress and we chatted on a bit about his new joint and local politics.  Mistress and M were clearly enjoying each other's company. At some point Mistress excused herself to go to the ladies room, and M said he would take the opportunity to follow along.

Now this is where slave's imagination can run wild.

What if J and M were now cornered in some back room, exploiting each other's mutual attraction?
I pondered the possibility that there was an owner's office in the back, where M might even now be spreading Mistress's firm thighs, his tongue and lips enjoying the privilege that slave had so recently exploited.

Or maybe Mistress was popping open M's trousers, and sinking to her knees to provide some pleasure of her own?

Slave's little bubble burst when Mistress returned, unrumpled, and looking freshened instead.

But of course I shared my little fantasy with Mistress.

"Oh slave, it's a nice thought, but I think M is happily married.  He's never come onto me other than some innocent flirting....."

"Well, it's the thought that counts, Mistress....."

"True, slave... true."