Jen looked at her watch, only ten minutes late. Fashionably late as some might say.
Carl's instructions were explicit. The time, the place, even the outfit. She had of course added her own touches to the outfit but felt confident that he would like what he saw. She enjoyed wearing things from her work wardrobe but modifying the look to cross the line from work to play. The blouse was unbuttoned so that the jacket held it closed. Depending on her mood later the jacket might be unbuttoned or removed altogether. The skirt was short and tight but still long enough to hide the garter belt that held up the black stockings.
The shoes? Black, high-heels of course.
She enjoyed the click of the heels across the lobby of the hotel and the sway of her hips. She tried not to look around the lobby but hoped that others were enjoying the view.
Jen went into the bar and chose one of the tall stools Carl had specified at the far end. She noticed a well-dressed man seated at a low sofa behind a small table. He fit Carl's description and Jen knew the game was on.
She slid slowly onto the stool allowing her skirt to ride up her thigh just enough to show the top of the stocking; no pantyhose today. She was dying to see his reaction but wanted to maximize the tease. She smoothed the hem of the skirt back across her leg and greeted the bartender with a smile and ordered a drink. As the bartender began his work, she looked around and noted the small number of other customers in the hotel bar. At late-afternoon it appeared everyone else was engaged in business discussions.
Jen crossed her legs as she became comfortable on the stool, knowing that Carl would be treated to a show of thigh as the fabric of the skirt stretched tight. She turned as the bartender placed the drink carefully in front of her, took her first sip and planned her next move.
