Though we had worked together for years, and had flirted for a long time, the fact I was meeting Karen for drinks off-hours still made me nervous. I had tried for a long time to convince her to take some time and just unwind. We both needed it after all of the stress and distasteful stuff going on at work. Finally after an unusually bad week, Karen agreed to meet me. We selected the Adams Mark hotel bar to meet to allow Karen to be close to home.
I arrived about fifteen minutes early giving me a chance to have a drink and try to relax a bit. My nervousness over how I had hoped this encounter might go only made me more anxious. As I started my second drink, Karen walked in. I cannot begin to describe how good she looked. Evidently she had come straight from an appointment as she was still wearing dress clothes. The off-white dress went almost down to her ankles but had a slit that ran up to just above her knees. The upper part of her dress buttoned down the front, but the buttons were hidden as the material crossed over itself into a loose looking fit. There was nothing about this outfit that didn't look professional. Her hair, though not extremely long, was pulled back and rode in a small modest clip.
"How's it going?" Karen asked as she sat in the chair beside me. "Sorry I'm late."
I turned my chair slightly in her direction. "No problem. I thought I would be late. Had a hard time finding this place. It has been one of those days. How about you?"
"My day has been OK. Not exciting. Just pounding the pavement as usual."
The waitress arrived just as Karen grabbed a menu. "Can I get you anything?"
Karen put the menu back. "Yeah, can I get an iced tea?"
"Sure," she said as she checked my glass. "Another for you?"
I looked down at my half-full glass. "Not yet. Check back in about ten minutes." She smiled as she closed her order book. "Just let me know when you are ready."
I nodded and turned back to Karen. "So, are you hungry?" I asked.
Karen looked back at the menu but put it down. "No, I guess I am still full from lunch." She turned her attention back to me. "What's been going on with you? Going out of town again soon?" Karen and I spent the next twenty minutes talking shop. Though I tried to keep my eyes and mind focused, my concentration was not into the conversation. The slit in Karen's dress opened up just enough that I was able to see one of her shapely legs almost all of the way up her thigh. Her toned calf muscle flexed when she would occasionally adjust her foot in her high-heel. I adjusted my chair into a position to be able to look at this sight more easily. Karen would have had to have been asleep not to notice what I was looking at, though she didn't make any attempts to adjust her dress.
After a while Karen excused herself to go to the restroom. I was actually glad. As she made her way across the bar to the restroom, I took a napkin off of the table and used it to cover my obvious erection. The Dockers I was wearing didn't do much to help hide what was becoming a growing problem.
"I'm back. Miss me?" Karen said as she sat back down.
I looked up and smiled. "You sure didn't take too long. By the way: what are your plans this evening? Are you wanting to hang around here for a while and chat? This is kinda nice."
"Nothing is happening with me. You and I haven't had much of a chance to talk for a while, so let's take advantage of it."
I checked my watch and saw it was almost 8:00. A piano in the corner of the club started playing some old song I barely recognized. I turned to see there was a small band of three guys getting set up to play. "I hope this music doesn't get too loud. I am enjoying the peace and quiet here." Just then the lighting dimmed a bit.
Karen turned in the direction of the band. "It looks like it should be OK." She was right. The music was mellow. It actually improved the whole ambiance of the place. The lighting got even lower and Karen and I turned our chairs toward the band. "We should be able to talk with this."
As we chatted more about work the waitress stopped by. Karen surprised me and ordered some wine. I stayed with my bourbon and Coke and after being off of work for over three hours finally started to relax.
After pretending like we were going to fix all of the company's problems for an hour, my mind drifted back to Karen's legs. The dress was opened up again and in the low light I didn't feel quite as uncomfortable with the bulge in my pants. That is until Karen asked me if I ever danced.
"Well, I have, but I don't dance too well. Especially the type of dancing that this music usually calls for. Why do you ask?"
Karen surprised me and took my hand. "Come on. Let's see what we can do." We got up and headed over to the dance floor in the corner by the band. There were three other couples there, but fortunately none of them were what I would call professional dancers. Karen put one arm around my waist and I held her other hand up like I knew what I was doing. My free hand went around her body, lightly touching her back just above her waist. Karen pulled me slightly closer and leaned her head against my chest. Almost automatically I began to caress her back. The softness of her top excited me as I lightly ran my hand up and down her back. Our clenched hands pressed between us as we slowly moved around the dance floor.
Her scent was intoxicating. My face was near her hair as we danced and I inhaled the sweetness of her perfume. I desperately wanted to put my head on her shoulder and kiss her neck, but thought that this would be a bit too forward. Though I wanted her badly, I felt that pushing too hard might ruin the relaxed mood we both were in. Instead I tried to concentrate on my dancing.
As we danced, my hand on Karen's back explored every inch of her back. Through the material of her top, I ran my fingers across her lower back and up over her bra. The material of the bra must have been very thin as I felt no irregularities. In addition the clasp must have been on the front as there was no break where a clasp would be. Though I tried to calm myself, my body gave my desire away. My stiff cock would occasionally brush against Karen's body as we moved around the floor.
We stayed on the floor until about halfway through the third song. Karen broke our embrace and headed back to our table. "That was nice," she said as we sat back down. " I haven't danced for years. And thanks. I needed to get out tonight. I appreciate you sitting here listening to me complain about all that work stuff."
I shook my head. "Not a problem. You know that I will listen anytime you want to talk. Heck, I needed this as much as you did." The cocktail waitress approached and I ordered us another drink. After I ordered I turned back to Karen. "I am glad we picked this place. It's far enough away from the office, that I can even try to forget about the whole situation there."
Karen picked up her purse and stood up. "I'll be back in a minute." She pushed her chair in and headed back to the ladies room. I watched her walk away as my thoughts lingered on her body. I couldn't help but want to touch her again.
On her return, she motioned me back to the dance floor. Though dancing isn't my favorite activity, the draw of touching Karen again made my decision easy. As soon as we hit the dance floor, I was immediately rewarded.
As I took Karen's hand and moved my hand around her back, I felt no bra. My hand must have twitched slightly as Karen looked up at me. "Thought I would get a bit more comfortable," she whispered in my ear. "And I didn't think you would mind." Boy was that an understatement.
I leaned down close to her ear. "Not a bit." I pulled her body a bit closer to me. "Don't you think that top is a bit thin though? It may have been pretty dark on the dance floor, but I felt I should shield her from the glances of others.
Karen giggled slightly. "Don't worry about it. I think it should be OK, unless they turn the lights way up."
I massaged her back through the thin material of her top and held her against me. As we danced, my cock again pressed against the material of my Dockers and as we moved, I was quite sure Karen could feel it occasionally bump against her leg. Karen seemed to guide me as much as I tried to lead as we moved slowly across and around the dance floor. We were about to the edge of the dance floor when Karen took the hands we were holding between us and moved them slightly down her chest. She released my hand and guided my fingers across her breast. My breath was taken away as I felt the stiffness of her nipple through the thin material of her top. She then took my hand back in hers and moved them back to where they had been. The sensation of her firm breast made the stiffness of my cock even more difficult to deal with. As much as I wanted to cash out and take her back to her house, I knew that my situation would be apparent to everyone in the hotel if we were to leave then. The best and only logical move was to sit and try to calm down. I turned her back to me and used her as a shield to get us back to our seats.
Karen took a drink of her wine and smiled. "Is there a problem?" she smirked, as she twisted her nearly empty wine glass. "I think that this stuff is making me naughty."