It's the perfect afternoon to be visiting, the sun shining brightly, but a cool breeze keeping the heat down. John wasn't often able to visit, and this time was for one night only, a conference concerning new water quality guidelines was going on today, and ending too late to make the drive home.
Those conferences are always boring though, no matter who they invited as a speaker. So John was playing hooky, sneaking out to spend a couple hours sitting in the cafe down the street from the hotel.
The nice weather was cooperating well with his plan; many of the women out were enjoying the sun. It had been foggy for several days before, and the sunshine was a pleasant break. Short skirts and summer dresses seemed to be the rule; John's eyes were constantly darting from woman to woman.
He found his eye kept going back to one particular woman, a very sexy girl. She looked innocent, her grey skirt not too short, and a black v-neck cashmere sweater topping off her classy look. He noticed her shoes, some very high heels....hmmm....perhaps she's not so innocent after all. No nylons either, just her smooth, bare skin exposed to the world.
She was sitting at a booth with two other women around her age, laughing and smiling, her eyes lighting up the whole room. She had the end seat, facing John, so he was able to keep looking without attracting too much attention.
After the waitress came and took his order, John noticed the pretty girl standing up. Such a tiny thing, barely pushing 5 feet even in those heels. A very nice package, indeed, trim and slim, with long wavy hair past her shoulders. She was headed his way, and suddenly her eyes caught him looking; she smiled at him, and for a moment John thought she even winked. Certainly his tired eyes were playing tricks on him.
She stopped beside him, and leaned over behind him, reaching for a newspaper on the rack next to his table. He couldn't help himself, he turned his head and took a closer look. For an instant, as she bent down, her sweat pulled away from her chest, he caught a glimpse of an ivory camisole, with a pretty lace trim. It seemed as though she hesitated, letting him get his peek, then she stood and walked back to her booth, her ass swaying from side to side with each step she took.
John was pleasantly surprised, this was certainly more interesting than some boring discussion about safer chlorine residuals in the city's water supply. But maybe he was imagining the whole thing. Why would she be interested in him. He's obviously older than her, pushing 40, and while he's stayed in good shape and he's been told he's handsome in a rugged way, certainly she could have her pick of many young suitors.
As she sat down, though, he saw her hand grip the edge of the table. The light reflected brightly off the diamond on her finger, the wedding band shiny right behind it.
"I see" John thought to himself, this lovely lady is already taken; "perhaps she's merely teasing me."
Still, no harm in looking. She was definitely looking back, and as she looked, he noticed that her hand was toying with the hem of her skirt. The polished nails seemed to be pushing it up her thigh, showing more and more of her milky skin.
John looked around, no one else seemed to be watching, and her two companions were engrossed in conversation. She was smiling openly at him now, a playful smirk on those delicious lips, and her fingers continued their climb. The hem of her skirt was mid-thigh now, and John gasped when suddenly her knees spread apart. Not wide open in a slutty way, of course, but open enough that he swore he saw a glimpse of ivory panty. Her knees swayed back and forth, almost as though she were fanning herself. His eyes were riveted to her crotch, trying to get a better look at the treasure hidden there.
His view was blocked when the waitress approached with his drink; he looked up, surprised, his face red with embarrassment from being caught looking. The waitress was oblivious though, noticing nothing. John looked back at the sweet thing showing off for him and saw her laughing to herself, her head nodding, and her finger shaking tsk tsk.
Her friends stood up, she followed; ah well, the show must end. Just before reaching the door, she headed back to the table, her eyes locked with John's the whole way, an invitation clearly in them.
He reacted instantly, standing up and walking to her booth, where she was picking up the paper she left behind. He leaned in quickly, pressing the keycard to his hotel room in her hand.
"Come join me, please" John whispered, "I need to see more of that precious little show. I'm in room 1004."
Almost expecting to get slapped, John stepped back, and the woman merely smiled again, clutched the keycard tightly and walked away.
He watched that tight little ass wiggle again as she walked out the door.
"What an idiot" he thought of himself, knowing he just looked like an old fool.
Downing his drink, he decided it was time to leave, time to walk back to the hotel and try to get the image of that beauty out of his mind. Perhaps a long, cold shower would do the trick.
His hotel was a nice one, only 2 blocks away, overlooking a city park. When he reached his room, he was not surprised to find it empty, his suitcase still on the chair. He walked to the balcony, opening the blinds, letting the sunshine in. He stepped outside, leaning on the railing, watching the pedestrians in the park below. More women walking in short skirts, even some jogging in their tight little shorts, though none could compare to the vision he had seen earlier. The fresh air obviously wasn't calming him down any, time to hit the shower.
Leaving the balcony doors open to enjoy the breeze, he quickly undressed and went into the shower. Though he tried to block out the image of that sweet smile and the quick glimpse of sexy panty, he failed. John's soapy hand lingered on his cock, softly stroking as he re-lived that scene in his head. Finally, frustrated and hard, he turned the shower off and decided to try to take a nap.
