I wasn't certain if he was looking at me, or if he needed corrective lenses and just could not see. But his gaze was on me while I ate my salad. The name of the salad? I don't remember. I don't remember what I was wearing or if I even remembered to dress that morning. His gaze undressed me completely and I felt naked in the room. Beads of cool sweat dripped down the middle of my back and landed at the dimple at the top of my butt, sending chills up and down my legs and arms.
Whether or not I was able to raise my eyes to meet his, he never looked away. When my waiter walked by again, I asked if the air conditioning had failed.
No, Madame. Are you feeling ill?
I managed to go the ladies room in the middle of eating, to wipe the perspiration from my skin and collect my thoughts. Had I dropped food or drink on my silk blouse? Spinach in my teeth? Why was he staring? My nipples protruded through my silk blouse...Oh. He surely saw that. I dabbed a moist towlette between my wet and swollen cunt lips. I smelled the faint aroma of greedy need. I was finally able to get a straight shot of him when I exited the restroom. Not really overwhelmingly handsome, but so...male. Definitely over 5' 11" -- and at least 50. So clean. So neat. And, my God...I knew he smelled great. A man cannot look that confident and not smell great.
Someone told me once that I am attractive, but had I ever stood out in a crowd – sufficiently enough to garner so much of one man's attention? Only today, as far as I knew. Blonde hair, brown eyes and 5'4". That's what I see when I look in the mirror.
I thought, maybe give into this; relent, and flash your killer smile. I looked up and gave him everything I had in one quick glance, then paid my bill and left. I had a job interview right after lunch and I did not want to be late.
The elevator hummed and I watched the number rise. Was this the right outfit? Only one opportunity to make a first impression. Doesn't make a bit of difference what my skills are – not really.
