Memories of Summer
It was a thick, sticky summer evening in London, the kind of heat that lingers after a heatwave. The pub—a sprawling, bustling Victorian place—was packed to the brim. Doors and windows were wide open, a World Cup match streaming on the screens, the air alive with the roar of football chants whenever the ball neared the goal.
I was at the far end of the jammed bar, cold pint sweating in my hand, when she walked in.
Short hair—damp from the humidity—framed her face in a sharp, effortless cut that made her look both dangerous and irresistible. Her light, floaty summer dress clung to every curve—thin straps, a neckline dipping just low enough to tease, hem barely covering the tops of her strong, sun-kissed thighs. Simple flat leather sandals crossed over tanned skin, toes painted a deep, sultry red—casual, yet somehow making her legs look endless in the heat.
She pushed through the crush, hips brushing strangers, until she was right against my stool, ordering a vodka and slimline tonic. Her bare arm brushed mine; the delicate scent of sunscreen and warm skin struck me sharply.
“I’ll get that for you, if you like,” I said, leaning in close over the noise.
She turned slowly, eyes locking onto mine with a wicked spark.
“No, you’re alright. Thanks though.”
Her cool dismissal was perfect—sharp, confident, and teasing. She paid, then nudged her glass along the bar until it tapped mine. With a subtle shift, she faced me, her back toward the crowd, sandals steady on the beer-soaked floor, legs parted just enough beneath that flimsy dress. Her thighs pressed against my knees as she stood in front of me. No words—just that look: I dare you.
I started talking nonsense—about the match, the heat, anything to keep my voice steady. My arm slid around her waist, hand resting on the curve of her hip. She didn’t flinch. My fingers traced down her warm, bare thigh—skin hot and slightly damp from the evening air—and she shivered, almost imperceptibly.
Higher. My fingers slid up over the soaked fabric of her knickers, and I froze for a moment, caught off guard by just how wet she was—soaked through the thin cotton. The warmth and dampness beneath my fingertips sent a sharp jolt through me. Around us, the pub roared with cheers, spilled drinks, and jostling bodies, but no one noticed my hand moving steadily under that short dress, teasing her moisture with growing intensity.
I curled my fingers gently, rubbing slow circles over the slick fabric, feeling the heat radiate from her beneath. With deliberate pressure, I traced patterns against her most sensitive spot, thumb finding rhythm as I kept steady, feeling her body tighten with every stroke. The subtle movements, the quiet breaths she tucked into the space between the noise—they urged me on, driving the pace that would push her right to the edge without a word spoken.
She gripped her glass tight, eyes flicking casually over the crowd like she was just watching the screen, but I felt her clench subtly beneath my touch, breath catching—a silent invitation hanging between us. Then, just as the tension peaked, she shifted away, stepping back with a slow, deliberate pull that broke the spell. No climax—just sharp anticipation left lingering in the air.
I eased my hand away slowly, fingers glistening with her wetness. Our eyes locked through the haze: raw hunger, frustration, and an electric something I couldn’t name.
She leaned in, lips brushing my ear, her voice a hot, private whisper that cut through all the noise.
“See you at the hotel.”
Then she drained her drink, turned, and slipped through the crowd—sandals tapping softly, short hair catching the light, dress fluttering against bare thighs—until she vanished toward the door without a backward glance.
I sat there, heat pulsing through me, her words burning in my ear, the truth striking me all at once.
God, I love my wife.
That was hot…oh my…really, really hot.
I wouldn’t mind if you let us know what happened at the hotel, but honestly, it would be hard to top this tease.
Thank you – although I haven't written the hotel yet.
Very sultry and hot – in many ways! Yes, what’s the rest of the story. Please!
Thanks SG.
Looks like I'm going to have to write that up, but you might have to wait awhile to find out.
Great, well written story. Jim and I engaged in a very intense role play almost exactly as you described. We were at a hotel bar where he was staying during a conference and after discussing our plan we hit the bar separately. After a couple of guys (and one attractive couple) struck out trying to get me alone, Jim comes along playing the stud I just couldn’t resist. We fondled each other in a corner in the dark and I swear I was so horny I was ready to throat him on the spot! When we did finally arrive at our room he fucked me with unbelievably powerful thrusts. Thanks for the reminder!
Happy to prompt that reminder and perhaps you should share the full story!
"I froze for a moment, caught off guard by how much she was."
… I read the description as she walked into the place at least three times before continuing into the story.
Starting it again, The scene, her beauty, her sensuality palpable.
It's early morning here in my robe and a pair of panties. It was me who was caught off guard by how wet MY
panties were.
Drawing on our own experiences in public places I could feel what she was feeling. And the resulting evidence was what I was feeling between my legs.
I'm in agreement with the others about your story. And I'll sum up my experience reading it with.
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
Lady L. 💋💦💦💦😉
Nice recollection Lady L.
What a sexy little story! I liked this a lot! Roleplays of this nature sound so daring and fun, and reading them makes me fantasize about doing them with my future husband. Loved the discreet fingering in a public place! Wow! I hope you do a sequel about the hotel! 😉
Given the number of requests, I'll get working on the sequel and perhaps MH can post it earlier than some of my other contributions in the queue.
[From MH: We can do that! To help us out, when you submit it, please add some kind of tag/note in the title like (NOTE FOR EDITORS), and remind us of this request in a note at the top of the draft. With that reminder, we should be able to move this sequel to the front of your queue.]