Susan was stressed, tired, and at yet another convention for work. As she sat in another workshop pretending to listen to the same old techniques with yet another new name, her eyes drifted around the room. She was a people watcher. She wondered if everyone else was as bored as she...as lonely and unsatisfied with life as she. The presenter droned on as Susan mused silently in her head about her discontent and scanned the faces of her colleagues. Susan had a good life... people who loved her, a good job, and no real reason to complain. She was still an attractive woman for her 45 years... a few extra pounds that needed toning; Yet she had a nice full figure that still turned heads and her natural strawberry, blonde hair had yet to develop any gray. Yes, she was what many considered attractive. Yet there was this emptiness behind her blue eyes...this yearning for something more. She always felt alone in a crowd full of people and never felt she fit in anywhere. She ached to feel alive, to feel wanted and desired for more than pushing papers and folding clothes...
"Excuse me Miss," a low, gravely male voice whispered in Susan's ear startling her from her musings. She looked over her shoulder at the man whispering at her and now tapping her on her shoulder. "I dropped my pen and it's under your chair. Retrieve it for me." he stated. Susan blinked. He hadn't asked, he had told her.
Her first reaction was to tell him to get his own damn pen. Yet something stopped her. Something in the tone of his voice, something deep in his steel grey eyes, and in the firm touch of his hand on her shoulder made Susan simply bend and retrieve his pen. As she handed it to him, she noted the small smile twitching at the corners of his lips. Again her red haired temper started to flare ...as she realized he knew he didn't ask and she had simply obeyed. As she started to speak her mind, the presenter called her name. It was now her turn to bore her colleagues and Mr. Pen (as she was calling him in her mind) had the nerve to grin and wink as she turned to gather her notes and walk to the stage.
His eyes were on her as she walked toward the stage. She could feel his eyes taking in every inch of her - from her sensible two inch black heels and stockings all the way up her two piece gray pinstriped suit. It was as if his hands caressed her everywhere he looked. The thought made her flush as she approached the stage. What is it with this man she thought as climbed the 3 steps onto the stage slightly lifting the pencil skirt she wore to accommodate the steps. Susan tried to focus as she gave her presentation and scan the entire audience as good presenters do. However, her eyes were compelled to keep coming back to him. Each time he was there, looking as nonchalant as possible, chewing on the end of his pen. Why this excited Susan, she didn't understand; but for some strange reason she was slightly aroused watching him nibble on his pen as she gave her presentation. A question from the audience tore her attention away from Mr. Pen and when the presentation ended he was no longer in his chair. Susan walked back to her seat to gather her belongings feeling somewhat deflated. She had hoped to at least learn his name. Oh well just another day like the rest of her life she mused. When she reached her table a grin spread across her face and she quickly scanned the room. Laying on top of her notepad was his pen and a folded note. Her hands trembled a bit as she opened the note and read:
Dinner at 8:00 Rooftop Grille
Dress and Heels Required
Don't be late, I will not wait.
Michael
As she quickly gathered her things, she couldn't help but look around the room. Was he watching for her reaction? She didn't see him anywhere in the mass exodus of colleagues stopping to say hello and rushing to their next meetings. Susan tried to be polite and make conversation while looking for "Mr. Pen... Michael." In hopes of gathering some information on this mysterious man, Susan asked a lady that had been sitting at his table if they worked together. Unfortunately, he appeared to be a mystery to his table companions as well. She declined several dinner offers from coworkers saying she had work to finish before tomorrow's presentations. Susan left the hotel ballroom and headed for her room on the 5th floor. It was now 5pm. She had 3 long hours before her mysterious dinner.
Once inside her room, Susan once again read the note. What was she thinking? "I'm married," she said out loud to the empty room. Her phone buzzed as if on cue. "Hello," Susan answered. "Yes dear, I had a good day. How was yours?" The small talk continued with her husband for several minutes before of course turning into an argument over something inconsequential. Susan was glad to get off the phone and sat there looking at it and at the note laying on the table... Her decision made. She would enjoy herself if only for one night.
Now what to wear... a dress and heels... This was a convention for teachers. Sensible clothes were all she had packed. She quickly scanned the hotel amenities and as she had recalled they housed a salon and boutique. She dialed quickly and managed to sweet talk them into a last minute appointment for hair and nails At 6:45. It was now 5:00. That gave her time to visit the boutique and hopefully find something suitable to wear.
In the boutique, Susan was pleasantly surprised at the selection. She was able to find a short red and black cocktail dress that hugged her body and accented her curves in all the right places. She lingered over the lingerie..." I have no need for fancy lace undergarments," she chided herself. I t is simply dinner. Yet something told her yes... be sexy, be free tonight. So Susan added a dark red lace bra and panty set to her purchases and finished it all off with black sheer thigh stockings and a pair of black heels at least 2 inches higher than she was used to wearing. The sales clerk commented that she must be planning a special night and this made Susan blush profusely ... Realizing she was going to such great lengths for a stranger. Yet the thought warmed not only her face but her nether regions as well...what was happening to her she wondered?
Susan had just enough time to deposit her purchases in her room, bathe, and get to her Salon appointment. Upon entering her room, she noticed housekeeping had been in and turned down the bed. There was also a package left for her. She opened the package to find card simply embossed with the name "Michael" with directions that she present it to the maître d' upon arriving at the restaurant at 8pm and a terse reminder not to be late. Susan was once again baffled at her response to such an invitation... she was excited, her body tingled, and dare she admit she was aroused. What is going here? Who is this man and why I am responding this way?
Susan walked to the bathroom to prepare for her bath, as the questions ran through her mind. She undressed and looked hard at herself in the full length mirror. As she looked in the mirror her hands moved over the fine lines in her porcelain face and smoothed her red hair. Her hands traveled down her neck and collar bone and over the fullness of her large breasts. Her nipples became hard and erect from the slight attention. Her hands continued over her belly... her least favorite feature and over her wide full hips. She was short but her legs were nicely shaped and her hands caressed a nicely rounded bum. Yes, she was attractive, but it had been far too long since she had felt desired or sexy.
Susan took extra time in the bath. Shaving all her necessary areas smooth and using her lavender scented soaps. Applying a light scented lavender/vanilla body spray after her bath was all the perfume she used. Satisfied with her preparations, she quickly slid into some comfortable clothe and headed to the salon for her appointment. At her appointment, her long strawberry red hair was and combed till it glistened. Instead of keeping it pulled up as she typically did at these meetings, it lay loose around her shoulders and fell in soft curls just below her shoulders. Her nails were shaped and polished a dark red. It had been a long time since Susan felt so pampered and sexy. It was now 7:15.
Susan quickly returned to the room and changed into her new dark red lace lingerie and black thigh stockings. As she looked at herself in the mirror, she couldn't help but think that something important was happening tonight. Something that would forever change how she would feel about herself. Again she hesitated. The hesitation was defeated by a deep unnamed yearning inside Susan. She must go tonight. If for no other reason than to figure out why she was tempted to do so.
She stepped into her dress, zipped the zipper, slid into her heels, picked up her clutch and with just a backward glance in the mirror was out the door before another dissenting thought could creep into her mind.
She was in the elevator at 7:50. Susan was so nervous, she was unaware of the appreciative glances she received from the men in the elevator. Her nervousness and excitement rose as the elevator stopped on each floor. This ride was taking forever. Susan worried she would not reach the Rooftop Grille by 8:00. Finally, the elevator reached the rooftop and Susan rushed to the maître d' handing him the embossed card at 7:59. The maître D' looked at her appreciatively and smiled before escorting her personally to a small table in the back of the room. The table was situated by the window overlooking the water with a miraculous vie w of the city skyline. The setting was intimate and private, yet still visible to rest of the dining room.
The maître d' informed Susan that Michael would be there in 20 minutes and she was to have a glass of wine and enjoy the view. Her face must have showed her flash of anger and dismay, as the maître d', held up his hand and quietly said, "Miss, these are the instructions. I will bring you your wine and I recommend you wait." With that, he left Susan to contemplate this twist in events. Silently she was fuming... "How dare he!" He had explicitly stated 8 twice. He had warned her twice not to be late because he would not wait. Yet here she was and he was late and expected her to wait. Of all the nerve!! Yet, she wasn't moving. Why?
