I fiddled with the wedding ring on my finger waiting inside the booth at the bar, my glass of wine rapidly disappearing as I took nervous gulps. My head snapped upwards every time the door opened.

I was about to get up to buy another drink when I saw her. My heart jumped into my throat. I swallowed hard. She was stunning. Much more beautiful than her pictures. I observed her as she looked around for me, her beautiful long caramel hair cascaded over her shoulders as she scanned the room. She stopped and smiled when she found me.

Fuck. I was in trouble.

It wasn't until she strode over that I noticed her presence. The whole bar seemed to take notice. Her bare long legs came into view and I couldn't help but take all of her in. She wasn't lying about her description. Tall, slender but curvy, long beautiful hair, hazel eyes and huge breasts, much larger than mine.

She was wearing a short skater skirt, a tight vest top and trainers. She towered over the table.

I found myself thinking about a previous conversation of ours. How my petite but strong frame could take her on. Now I was starting to doubt that statement. She could crush me in seconds.

“Lucy,” I said, almost in a whisper. I got up to greet her, embracing her gently and unable to contain the feeling of excitement as her huge breasts pushed gently against my much smaller ones.

She grinned at me before looking at my empty wine glass.

“You're not nervous are you?” She said, smiling at me wickedly.

I moved my mouth to speak, only to find no words would come. Lucy grinned at me and headed to the bar. I observed how she walked, how she chatted with the barman. Confidence and sexiness oozed out of her. Even chatting online I could feel those traits pushing through. In real life she was mesmerising to watch.

She sauntered back with two glasses of wine and shimmied into the booth opposite me, flicking her long hair behind her. I definitely was in trouble.

I smiled and took another gulp of wine.

Lucy was from the Netherlands. She had messaged me on Reddit, telling me how much she loved my stories, especially my bicurious ones. We both had a curiosity but had never experienced anything in real life. We loved talking about possible fantasies and fleshing out ideas for new stories. She was in London for the weekend and had persistently told me we were going to meet. I repeatedly told her no until eventually I caved. She was relentless.

I lived here anyway, what harm could it do having one drink?

The answer was becoming more apparent as I sat opposite Lucy. Goosebumps appeared on my skin. She was already brushing her leg against mine. It was no accident.

“Fucking hell you're hot in real life.” She said confidently.

Immediately I blushed and looked away bashfully. I'd forgotten how to the point this woman was. It found it hard to get used to this brashness online, but enjoyed her straightforwardness nonetheless.

“Thank you.” I managed to say. Suddenly I felt the need to use the toilet. I got up quickly. “ I just need to go to the loo.” I cringed inwardly as I left, laughing to myself at how British I must have sounded.

I rushed to the bathroom and entered the cubicle. I leant back against the door, taking a deep breath. I closed my eyes and felt my heart rate slow down as I slowly breathed. I smiled and opened the door only to find Lucy standing right outside.

“Lucy, what are you-” I asked before Lucy pushed me back inside the cubicle, locking the door and leaning in to kiss me.

I pushed her away.

“I can't, I’m…I'm married.” I said hesitantly.

I had to look up at her to meet her gaze. Her hazel eyes bore into mine and I melted into the wall.

“You can. You will. You know it.” She said, stepping closer to me. I exhaled slowly as her face moved closer to mine. I wanted those lips on mine again and she knew it.

She kissed me again, this time with more force pushing me against the side. I gasped as I felt her hand lift up my dress and reach inside my panties.

“This is what you need. What your little married cunt needs. Don't deny it.” She whispered as she rubbed my clit and outer lips, my immediate wetness giving away just how true her words were.

Lucy moved her face close to mine, intently watching the expression of pleasure on my face. I could feel her breath on my face, slow and deliberate. Her breasts were pushed against me, her weight pinning my tiny frame against the wall.

“That's it. Give in.” She said, staring into my eyes.

I cried out loud as I felt two, no three fingers slide straight into my wet cunt.

I couldn't hold back anymore. I caved and came hard on her fingers, feeling my walls tighten and release around her fingers. It was a long and slow release.

Abruptly, Lucy removed them.

“Sort yourself out. You're coming back to my hotel room.” She said, turning the lock on the door and leaving the cubicle.

I realised I was holding my breath at Lucy's last words. I exhaled and leant against the door, unable to believe what just happened.

I unlocked the door and shivered as my pussy quivered, still recovering from that powerful orgasm. I stared in the mirror and tried to convince myself I had a decision to make, but I knew this wasn't true.

The decision had been made.

Lucy knew it. So did I.