It was Thursday. It was 3pm. It was two hours until her long weekend.
The lobby bar of the hotel was busy with the usual downtown characters: those here for work, those here for fun, and those here for pleasure.
She was here for work, she had two briefs to submit before her weekend could officially begin, and she was nowhere near done thanks to the gorgeous gentleman seated a few tables away.
He was striking: tall, lean, impeccably dressed. Dark eyes, tanned skin, with an aura of seduction engulfing him.
Her body responded the moment he walked into the bar. She could feel the little hairs on her neck stand up, her nipples begin to harden, and the ache deep within her start to rise. He was seated facing her, his eyes visible above his laptop, her eyes determined not to get caught staring.
She managed to work, stealing glances when it felt safe to do so. The red wine she was drinking made her feel alluring, even sexy, as she stood to walk to the ladies room. She walked slowly, carefully past his table, avoiding his eyes. She knew he was watching along with every other person at the bar, and she was glad she was dressed as she was: tight black pencil skirt, white buttoned silk blouse, thigh high hosiery and black patent pumps. Her clothing hugged her curves and left little to the imagination.
Walking back to her table, she noticed her drink had been refilled. She motioned to the bartender, who let her know that her refill had been ordered by a gentleman a few tables away.
It was him.
Unable to stop herself from looking, her eyes met his. He raised his glass and nodded, sending a shiver up her spine. She nodded, gave him a smile and sipped her wine, the ache in her body growing. She must find a way to work, and so she began a cycle of working, pretending to work, and staring.
She was almost ready to submit her briefs when she felt his presence close to her. Looking up, there he was. Shockingly handsome and painfully sexy. Without a word, he sat down beside her, laptop and cocktail in tow, and began to work.
As they worked, they drank and they talked, and she felt her inhibitions lowering. He was smart and successful, a true gentleman. A gentleman whose hand was now placed on her thigh. Grateful to be in a dimly lit, back corner table, she didn't pull away. Unable to move and craving his touch, she sighed as his hand rubbed on her knee, and began to travel up her skirt to the soft skin beyond the thigh high. Her breathing intensified as her nipples began to poke through her white blouse, her breasts begging to be freed.
She didn't need to place her hand on his lap to see his excitement for her. The bulge in his pants and the want in his eyes told her all she needed to know. His eyes locked on hers, his hand continued to travel, and soon he would know just how excited she was for him. The closer he got to her warm, wet G string, the slower he moved. Teasing, taunting, forcing her to control her breathing and act like any other patron at the bar. She bit her lip, his fingers were there. Moving slowly, but with purpose, he drew circles around her clit that shot sparks of pleasure through her. Without thinking, she opened her legs for him, as he put his fingers under the soaking material of her thong, and slipped inside her.
