She feels his eyes the second she enters the restaurant foyer. As she waits for her partner to confirm their booking, she scans the restaurant.
Then she sees "him", seated alone at a table set for one to one side. Their eyes meet and she expects him to turn away when he realizes she's seen him, but he doesn't. Instead he looks straight back at her unblinking, making her turn away.
She looks to her partner, discussing work with a man at the front desk and she looks sideways to find him still looking straight at her. Turning her head to face him, she looks straight back into his black eyes quizzically and raises one eyebrow. They change instantly from their intense stare to sparkling, smiling eyes, also with one eyebrow raised.
Quickly she turns away and looks to her partner once more. Now she's pissed off because he was still talking, as if she weren't even there. She sees a hand appear behind her and an accentuated voice that says, "I'll take that Sir." taking her partners jacket as he continues talking.
She looks back to the single table, but he's gone, and a look of disappointment falls across her face. Then the accentuated voice to her side says, "Can I take your shawl Miss?"
"Yes please." she says distantly as she reaches up to remove it without even looking at the man asking her.
"No please, let me get it," he says.
She looks at the man as he reaches around her to remove the shawl from her shoulders, "Oh my, it's him!!" she realizes.
He moves close to her and she feels his strong hands gently take the shawl from her shoulders, all the while looking into her eyes. Up close, his eyes seem completely black, as if he has huge pupils with no iris, placed against a brilliant white background.
They're smiling again, seductively, making her feel like he's removing more than just the shawl from her shoulders. He's so close as he removes it that she can feel his hot breath against her bare neck. She feels her whole body flush and become hot, as a cool breeze from the air-conditioning blows across her back and shoulders.
She can't tear her gaze from his eyes and she swears she hears him say as he removes the shawl, "Beautiful dress, very sexy, mmmmm."
She doesn't see his lips move though, in fact she realizes that she has no idea what he looks like, just his eyes that scan her from head to toe, making her feel completely naked, as if he has just undressed her. He takes the shawl away to hang it up, gently brushing against her extremely hard and sensitive nipples as he goes.
Then he moves out of her line of sight as she remains fixed in the same spot motionless. She stares ahead blankly, seeing nothing and still feeling naked as she become aware of her aching nipples and the wetness that has developed in her g-string panties.
"Are you feeling alright Miss?" The voice of the waiter jolts her back to reality, "Your table is this way Miss."
She follows the waiter to the table where she sees that her partner is already sitting, still talking to the man he met at the front desk. She sits on the chair that's held out for her by the waiter and realizes that her partner and his friend haven't even noticed her, she turns to see if the man has returned to his table. She sees nobody there, and the table freshly set.
Disappointed and a little frustrated, she turns back to try and look interested in the conversation at her own table. Her partner looks at her as if he's just realized she's with him, smiles awkwardly and says,
"Babe, can I talk to you privately for a moment please?
He gets up and takes her hand, excusing himself to the other man and leading her over to the phones. Angrily she says to him, "Thanks for the introduction, the recognition, when are "we" going to start our dinner?"
He looks excited as he says, "Look babe, this is huge. I heard this guy was going to be here and it's paid off!"
"So we're here because you hoped to see him, not for a romantic dinner?"
"Well no, I mean you see..."
"Fuck you and fuck him, I thought this dinner was for us! I went to a lot of trouble to get this outfit for tonight, and you don't even care!!!" She looks away, tears welling in her eyes, and there he is again. She watches as he walks across the room and enters the door to the rest rooms.
"I'm sorry babe, I promise I'll make it up to you".
"You sure will!" she says. "But right now I need some time to clean up and get myself together.
"You go get rich and blow your client, I'll come back later. Order something nice and expensive for me for when I return."
"Um, ok babe, thank you so much, I'll introduce you when you get back ok."
"Gee thanks..." she says as she heads for the door to the rest rooms she saw him go through earlier.
She holds her breath as she pushes the door open, then lets it out with a sigh of disappointment as she enter the small and empty furnished foyer to the rest rooms. She expects, hopes to find him here, but he isn't.
She see three doors here, the men's, the ladies and the mother's room. She hears a noise from the mother's room and see the engaged sign on the lock move to vacant. She stands there still, watching the door, but nothing happens.
Tentatively she pushes the door open, "Hello, everything ok?' Anybody here?" No answer, nobody here, oh well, there's a better vanity in here anyway, I'll clean up now."
She locks the door out of habit and goes to the vanity where she empties your purse onto the counter. She cleans the tear smudged makeup from her face with the wipes, then splashes her face with water to freshen it. She tries to turn the hot water on as well, to soak the flannel for her face, but it won't budge. Using all her strength and both hands, she leans over the sink to try and force the tap. Suddenly it gives, sending a torrent of water in and out of the sink
"DAMMIT! MY NEW DRESS!!"
She knows she can't leave it wet and sees the nappy drier in the corner. She decides to hang her dress there so the warm air in it can dry her dress. She slides the tiny straps over her shoulders and allow the dress to drop to her hips. Then she slips it over her long legs and hangs it up. She looks into the large mirror and see herself in the "special" lingerie she'd bought and worn for tonight. She thinks of how her little black dress had barely covered it up, how her partner hadn't even noticed it, yet HE had...
"Just imagine if he'd seen the rest of the package under the dress," she thinks. Her hair is tied up, with carefully placed sexy whisps of hair that hang over her face. Her long slender neck, decorated with a thin leather choker with a ring at the front that could be used to attach a chain to... mmmmm.
She's wearing a small push up bra that doesn't even cover her nipples. The soft material of the dress had constantly caressed them with her every move, making them even more hard and sensitive when "he" brushed across them. They're so hard now as she thinks of "him" and those sexy eyes. She closes your eyes and washes her face with the hot flannel, keeping them closed as she slides it down her neck and then further to her breasts.
She gently rubs the flannel across her breasts, over her sensitive nipples, as she imagines it's his tongue. One hand slides down her stomach, over the thin chain that rests on her hips, past the diamond naval stud and on to the tiny soaked g-string that barely covers her hot shaved pussy.
