Busted (Formerly The Pick Up)

Jake and Shelly had settled into their hotel room before readying for their date with Bob and Heather, who planned to be in town later that day. The couples had never met in person, though they had been instant messaging, sending pictures, and video clips to each other for several months. When the realization came that Jake and Shelly were vacationing only a couple of hours away from where Bob and Heather lived, their fantasies turned to possibilities. Possibilities turned into the arranged meeting full of promises.

Shelly’s face had an understated application of makeup, but her fingernails and toenails were painted a brilliant pink. The color popped in contrast to the black, strapless sundress she wore. Underneath her dress Shelly wore nothing. She wanted to feel “naughty.” Jake matched her ‘naughty” by going commando, wearing nothing underneath his dress shorts. His black polo shirt fit snug on his chest and arms, which showed off his muscular build. Jake felt his stomach churn with excitement and arousal while studying his gorgeous wife, imagining what the moment would be like for both her when she officially met Bob, for whom Shelly had made clear her attraction. Shelly was scheduled to meet Bob at a nearby bar while Jake was to meet Heather at another bar, approximately a block away. Jake and Shelly checked each other out, making sure they looked as good as they could before leaving their hotel room.

“You have your hotel room key?” Jake asked.

“Yes, in my purse,” Shelly said reaching into her purse to confirm the room key’s location. It was Shelly’s “play purse” where she kept all her essentials for nights like these. Ever present in the “play purse” were condoms, lube, wipes, mouthwash, and a tiny bullet vibrator in case she needed a little extra charge to get an orgasm. Jake noticed the nervous shake in her hand as Shelly fumbled in her purse.

“I’m a wreck!” she said with a laugh.

“Me too!” Jake said. They had been getting together with other couples for about a year now, but their anxiousness and excitement always was at its highest just before they went to meet their dates. This was the first time, however, that either of them was going alone. Each would be on their own date. They were excited by the novelty, the energy of something different and new. They laughed with their shared anxiety as they left the hotel room holding each other’s hands.

Jake and Shelly were intentionally early to the bar. They had wanted to scan the bar and locate the ideal spot where Shelly and Bob could meet and get to know each other. The bar was already busy at 8:00 p.m., which surprised Jake as they had thought the bar was a quiet place. Bob had described it as “quaint” and “quiet.” It sounded ideal, but it was busier than either Jake or Shelly would have preferred. Still, they were able to find a cozy corner of the bar where they had a couple of nerve-calming drinks. The drinks only numbed the anxious energy they felt. Jake could tell Shelly was anxious, her skin looked a bit pale and her hands dripped with sweat when he held them.

“I’m fine,” she said reassuring him. “It’s going to be fun. You know I get like this.”

“I know,” Jake said. “It’s going to be a lot of fun, I know.” Shelly leaned forward and kissed her husband. He felt the tender reassurance on her lips. “I should go,” Jake said. Shelly nodded as she glanced at her wristwatch. He agreed to leave about fifteen minutes before Bob was to arrive. It was Shelly’s date with Bob and Jake did not want to change the mood when they met. Besides, he had to get to the other bar where Heather would be waiting for him to arrive for their date.  

Jake caught his reflection in the window of a store window as he walked to the bar. He reassured himself that Heather was attracted to him, as evidenced by their sexting and video chats. They were drawn to each other, just as Shelly and Bob had been drawn to each other. He knew he had little to worry about, but he wanted to meet her expectations. Rather, he wanted to meet his expectations of what he thought her expectations were. It was the typical first-date paranoia, he knew. He stretched his neck and tightened the sleeves of his polo on his arms. He smiled confidently into his reflection before moving again towards the bar.

Jake glanced at his watch and saw that it was time to enter the bar and find his date, Heather. He let his mind wander to his wife and Bob. Jake wondered if she was excited, as aroused as he was at meeting someone new. He knew that she was. Jake had seen the sexual electricity in her eyes when they talked about their respective meetings at the bar, and the fun to follow. Shelly and Bob had been very actively sexting each other over the past few months, as had Jake and Heather. They were already sexually compatible in their minds. Now was the time to connect their bodies too.

 Jake followed the revolving door into the big, expansive bar with loud music and flashing lights. It was a complete contrast to the bar at which he had left Shelly. It was, however, exactly how Jake perceived Heather’s personality, full of energy and excitement. Jake scanned the area for the blonde with the broad, dimpled smile that he had come to know in the virtual environment. His throat was tight, and he kept clearing it so he wouldn’t choke when he spoke to her. People stepped to the side as he weaved through the crowd. Jake froze when he found her at a table in front of a large glass window that looked out onto the city street. Jake was surprised that he had not seen her sitting there when he passed the window on his way to the bar’s entrance. She was breathtaking. Heather sat on a bar stool with her drink centered on a napkin in the middle of the tall table. Her smile was bright though it hinted at her nervousness. Heather anxiously fingered at her drink and folded the corners of her napkin. She wore a white and blue striped dress that fit perfectly against the curves of her body, emphasizing her breasts and her thick thighs, which she crossed at the knees.

“You’re late!” Heather said with an ornery glance at her watch. Jake returned her sideways smile, which quickly turned into a toothy grin.

“I am?” Jake said glancing at his watch with feigned surprise.

“Yes, you are,” she said holding up her phone and turning it to Jake. The phone revealed a picture of his wife, Shelly, and Heather’s husband, Bob. They posed cheek-to-cheek. Jake felt his heart race when he saw his wife’s eyes full of excitement in the picture.

“Hey, I think Bob cheated and got there early,” Jake said pleading.

“Mm hmm,” said Heather reaching for his hand. “Get over here.” Jake took her hand and Heather pulled him toward her. Her lips tasted like the strawberry margarita she was drinking, and her perfume filled the air around her. Jake felt his knees weaken and heart thump. She was definitely not the shy type.

“We have to return the favor,” she said releasing Jake’s lips from hers. Heather turned her camera phone towards them, and she snapped a picture as evidence that they too were together. “There, that’s done,” said Heather once the picture was sent. She put her phone down and turning her blue eyes to Jake’s. “It’s so fucking amazing to finally meet you,” she said warmly. Her hands folded into his. Anxiety melted away. Heather and Jake talked easily. Their bodies continually moved closer together. The noise of the bar disappeared around them. Heather’s phone buzzed every so often with new pictures from their respective spouses, showing off how much fun they were having.

“Looks like they’re hitting it off,” said Heather with a smile. “That makes me happy.”

“Me too!” Jake said. “You probably should warn your husband, though.”

“About what?”

“Well, Shelly isn’t wearing any panties under her dress, so things could get dangerous very quickly for him” Jake said with a laugh. “I mean I have no idea if Shelly will stick to the plan of us getting to the hotel room at the same time. She gets carried away when she’s horny and has no panties.” Heather joined Jake in a laugh at Shelly’s expense. Heather then leaned forward, her lips close to his ear, and she said, “I’m not wearing panties either, you know.” Jake felt an eager tremble rush through his body. If Heather was anything like his wife, then going without panties was an indication of interest. Jake was further reassured by this revelation.

           “Is that right?” he said leaning closer.

           “Mmm-hmm,” she said, their lips closer now. Jake’s hand slid up Heather’s knee, feeling her soft skin against his palm. His cock grew thick inside his shorts and, as though she knew his cock needed to feel her touch, Heather placed her hand on the crotch of his shorts and gently played with his erection, which pushed his shorts forward. Jake moaned his appreciation and slid his hand further up Heather’s thigh. Just as his fingers slid under the hem of her sundress, Heather’s phone vibrated again. Their touching stopped and their attention turned to Heather’s phone. She sighed her dissatisfaction with being interrupted.

           “It’s them,” she said lifting the phone and opening the new picture message. “What the fuck?!” she said turning the phone to Jake. The picture displayed a close-up of Bob’s hand between Shelly’s spread-open thighs with a finger hidden inside her pussy. “They’re cheating,” Heather said laughing. “They’re so far ahead of us, the fuckers!” She faked her anger by stomping her foot on the ground, pouting her lips, and furrowing her eyebrows.

           “I told you she would be dangerous without panties on,” Jake said his head shaking.

           “Well we have to do something about this,” Heather said. Jake nodded his agreement. Heather’s eyes went distant with evil contemplation. “What time is it?” she said.

Jake glanced at his watch. “It’s 9:30,” Jake said. “Why?” Jake moaned as Heather’s hand tightened its grip on his erection. All he wanted to do was free his cock from his shorts and let her fingers stroke it. He knew the busy bar in which he and Heather found themselves was not ideal for that. The bar that Bob had recommended for his date with Shelly, however, was ideal for that. Jake recalled the corner booth in the bar at which he left Shelly for her date, remembering how quiet and somewhat hidden the booth had been. Jake ached while wondering if his wife was cumming in that very moment with Bob’s fingers fucking her.

“It’s just early enough,” said Heather, evil dripped from her words. “If they think they can get the jump on us, then I say we turn the tables.” Heather’s eyes flashed as she turned to Jake, her plan forming clearly in her mind. “We’re not to be at the hotel until ten, but I say we leave right now and get started without them. What do you say?” Heather’s hand squeezed and stroked Jake’s cock, as best as she could with all the clothing covering his erection.

“Fuck, yes,” moaned Jake. “I love that idea!”