We arranged to meet at The Rogano, in Exchange Place, for dinner. I recognized you from the photo you had sent and I smiled as you walked in, amused to watch the reaction you got from the other diners. The women watched you enviously - the men lustfully. I saw one husband get a wrap on the knuckles from his wife's soup-spoon when his staring went on a little long. The attention was not surprising. You were wearing a business-like skirt and jacket in soft wool. But the shortness of the skirt might make an observer wonder what sort of business you were involved with.
I stood to greet you. Having come straight from the office I was wearing a Hugo Boss double breasted suit, monogrammed linen shirt and a blue, silk tie. I kissed you on the cheek, inhaling a lovely hint of expensive perfume. Moving slightly back I looked you up and down before saying softly, 'You look good enough to......eat.'
I gestured to a hovering waiter. 'Please take the lady's jacket.' I saw a blush rise from your neck as you broke my gaze and looked down. I could see you were nervous, but you only hesitated a second before unbuttoning the jacket and shrugging it from your shoulders.
A smile spread across my face and I felt my cock harden as I saw that you had obeyed another of my requests. Under the jacket you had on a very sheer white blouse and -very obviously - no bra. A hovering waiter came to take your coat and his eyes flew open wide when you turned to pass it to him. Your blouse was very see-thru and your lovely breasts very much on display. It was also very apparent that your nipples very crinkled bullet hard, either with cold or excitement.
I pulled out a chair and helped you sit, facing away from the other diners. A young waiter fussed over you bringing an un-needed napkin and topping-up your already full glass of water, desperate to ogle your breasts. It was amusing for a minute but eventually I had to wave him away after we got two menus and a couple of drinks.
