Martina

"Is it okay if we wait a little while longer?" she asked.

You remember her description. She was looking for two men and you seem to be the first.

"Yeah, no biggie." you let out casually.

"Very sweet of you. I know it must be hard not to mount a señora as attractive as me right away." She giggled.

What a confident lady she is.

Martina took another sip of wine and nervously bounced her foot.

"I hope someone comes," she muttered to herself.

"Why wouldn't they?" you replied. Martina was visibly nervous by now.

"Pues..." she looked dejectedly at the floor.

" ..I'm not the young chica I used to be. Maybe I'm just not that interesting to some people anymore."

Not so confident after all, I guess.

"Oh nonsense. You look great!"

Martina blinked in amazement. "Are you serious Chico?"

"Sure. If we didn't have to wait, I'd be balls deep in you by now!"

Martina had to grin.

"Then I want to make your wait a little more pleasant."

She continued to hold the wine glass with one hand while she unzipped your pants with the other. You helped her by stripping off your pants. Your semi-stiff cock jumped out at her.

Martina stroked her hand over your thighs, towards your cock, but instead of taking it in her hand, she slid down a bit further and clasped your testicle. Slowly and gently she massaged your balls, while she continued to drink her wine.

Something new for once, you think to yourself and lean back a bit, enjoying the intimate massage.

"You are doing really well, Señorita."

"Señora Chico. I'm married."

"Oh really?"

"Sí. You don't have to feel bad, though. My husband is here at LUX himself. Probably on the blue floor. He loves to see young women in bikinis."

"So you have.."

"..An open marriage, sí. My husband has his preferences, which he lives out here, and I have mine."

"And your preferences would be?"

Martina lets go of your balls and swings onto your lap, looking you straight in the eye. She takes a sip of wine and instead of drinking it, she presses her lips to yours. She kisses you and slowly lets the wine run into your mouth.

"Sweet young chicos like you," she says, smiling at you.

Then there's a knock at the door.