Taking a deep breath to calm myself, I enter the hotel lounge. Glancing about the room, checking the tables first then the stools fronting the bar. Almost missing him but then a second look spots him.
He's speaking with the bartender. A gesture and its clear that they're discussing the game on the TV. Both laughing as another beer is placed before him.
I walk to the bar, being careful not to rush or to keep looking at him. Taking an open seat two stools down from him, the others conveniently empty. I don't look but I feel his eyes on me.
Wearing a very short skirt, my hand holds it to my thigh as I climb onto the stool. Ignoring him watching me as I do. Legs bare, every inch of them suddenly aware of the coolness of the room.
Damn, cursing myself as I feel my nipples straining under my bra. Knowing that picking the lacy one does little to prevent them from appearing through my silk top. Not that I wouldn't want him to notice them, but not yet, not so soon.
Perhaps its my conciousness of them but now I'm sure his eyes have moved from my legs straight to my breasts. Fruitlessly fighting the urge, I can't help and turn to look at him. Catching him in what I've already suspected.
But not catching him embaressed at being found out. Instead it seems his eyes twinkle at me as his smile increases. "Hi," is all he says and I nod and turn back towards the bar.
I order a glass of red wine and toy with the coaster while I wait. He hasn't turned and is looking my way. Finally after my drink arrives, I glance his way again.
"Could I ask you a question?"
"Ummm, who me?"
"Yes, I was wondering how you liked that wine. My wife likes red and I'm always looking for something new for her."
I give him a small smile and I take another sip. "Its not bad but I prefer California wines and this is from Chile I think."
"Oh any one in particular?"
"Yes, Rodney Strong caberanet."
He smiles brightly. "She already knows that one, its seems to be a favorite of late."
I give him another small smile, "Well, I guess I'm not much help then." Taking another sip but keeping my eyes on him.
By the time I finish my first glass, we've exchanged pleasantries and I've asked if you would be joining him. He shook his head and explained that this was a business trip and that he's on his own. The bartender has returned and joined our conversation which moves between the game, the merits of Chilean wines and tomorrow's weather.
Along the way, he's moved a seat closer as the bar begins to fill. The seat between soon lost as a couple asks if I wouldn't mind moving down a chair so they could sit together. His eyes sparkling as I move next to him.
He asks if I'm staying here and I tell him no, that I was to meet a friend but it doesn't appear that she will make it. My glass almost empty, he offers to buy me another, sensing that I might leave otherwise. I thank him but beg off, stating that I should get something to eat before the wine goes right to my head.
"Look, could I buy you dinner? Here, that is...I'm free myself and I hate to dine alone."
"Oh I couldn't...," wishing, hoping and knowing that he won't take my token refusal as final. He takes the bait and presses me, insisting that I join him to make up for my friend's rudeness in leaving me drinking alone in a bar. Several times during our discussion, I glance into his lap. Seeing his bulge and watching it grow as he senses that I will accept his offer.
His eyes much freer now to take in my body. Boldly looking at my exposed thighs and brushing his knee against mine now and then. My fight to keep my nipples in check long lost and he strays upon them each time he looks up from my legs.
After the bartender freshens our drinks, we find ourselves moving to a table in the main dining room. His hand takes my elbow as we are lead to the table and he sits adjacent to me. I cover his hand with mine as I thank him and state my intention to share in the cost of the meal.
He waves my offer any, telling him not to insult him as its he's treat. I lean close and ask what you might think of buying me dinner and he gives me a conspiratorial grin. "I won't tell if you don't tell."
I giggle and tell him that I may not be able to keep that agreement. My hand closing tighter about his. The wine making me bold now, I ask if he regularly picks up women while traveling.
A shadow passes behind his eyes and he shakes his head no. Then his smile returns, "Not regularly." And we both laugh at that.
I let my knee touch his under the table as the waitress takes our orders. Another drink occupies the time with neither of us speaking.
His hand upon my knee causes me to look in his eyes and he tells me that he's never had more than the occasional one-nighter while away from you. I smile and ask him if he's happy and he squeezes my knee and whispers yes. He then goes into an impassioned description of you and how wonderful you've made his life.
I sense a tint of sadness though and I ask why if there is anything he regrets or wishes he could change. He looks me dead in the eyes and says that while he has never had more than the occasional fling, he knows that you've had your own affairs.
