Julie arrived at work late, but, much to her relief, no one seemed to have noticed. She jumped into the mountain waiting in her in bin, glad to have something to keep her mind off of Greg. God! This morning had been fabulous! She had to keep tonight out of her head or she'd never get anything done today!
A little before lunch time, she called Gary.
"Hey, hon," she said. "Ashlee just called me. She wants to meet for a drink after work, so I'll be a little late tonight."
"Okay," Gary was always so damned agreeable. "Can I join you?"
"Um... I think she's having man troubles again so..."
Julie had met Ashlee at her first job out of college. Ashlee was the same age and had started at the company just a couple weeks earlier. Their friendship formed quite naturally and had somehow sustained as they traveled down divergent paths.
Julie had been dating Gary at the time and married him not long after. Ashlee, on the other hand, seemed to go from one train-wreck relationship to another. Julie had met her on numerous occasions for drinks after work. And many were because Ashlee was having yet another boyfriend crisis. It was a very easy lie. Gary never questioned it.
Once the preparations had been made, it was much harder for Julie to keep Greg out of her thoughts. The afternoon went by quite slowly and she had difficulty concentrating on what she had to do.
That in itself was something that should have irked her. That a man might have an effect on her that could compromise the quality of her work. It was something that had never happened before. How many times had she looked down, rather smugly, on other women who let men affect their performance in the workplace? Julie had always assumed that she was above that. Superior.
And now? She was squirming in her chair thinking about Greg's long thick cock ramming mercilessly in and out of her pussy. Orgasm after gut-wrenching orgasm as he fucked her senseless. What the hell was wrong with her? How could she be such a different person than the one she always believed that she was?
Julie stayed late to make up for the time she had been late in the morning. And to compensate for her distracted level of productivity. But she still left too early to go straight to the hotel bar.
So she stopped to look at shoes. The ones she had on were comfortable, but not particularly sexy. In the time she had to kill, Julie thought it might be nice to find a pair that Greg would want her to leave on, after all her other garments were on the floor. A pair of heels that would look so sexy as she knelt on the floor in front of him, or as she lay on her back with her legs spread wide. Something hot and sexy. Slutty, even.
She found what she was looking for, sleek black three inch heels that made her ass look incredible. Would Greg notice? Almost certainly. He had an eye for things like that, subtleties that women used to attract men. And this wasn't the most subtle of signs.
The price was quite a bit more than she really wanted to spend, but Julie rationalized it, telling herself that tonight she was going to pull out all the stops. If Greg didn't get rock hard at the mere thought of Julie after tonight, well, then she hadn't accomplished her goal.
And Julie was not a woman who was accustomed to failure.
She glanced at her watch as she got back in her car. She still had a little bit of time left. Another last minute idea occurred to her. She made another stop on the way to dinner, a last minute purchase that she hoped would help put things over the top tonight. She put it in her purse as she returned to her car.
When she reached the hotel parking lot, Julie chose a parking spot hidden by a van. There, shielded from passers-by, she quickly removed her panties. She had been thinking about this all day. Greg had definitely reacted to it this morning when she had shown up with nothing under her skirt. This time she wanted it to drive him crazy. Have him sit at the bar with her, knowing she wasn't wearing panties, getting impatient to get her up to his room and sample her again. She undid the next button down on her blouse, too, just for good measure. With a quick check of her make up in the rear view, she slipped out of the car and strutted across the parking lot in her new heels.
Julie entered the bar and ordered a drink. When it came, she took it over to a table along the far wall. From there she could watch the door for Greg. She also chose it because, as Greg approached, he would be the only person who would be able to see her. That was an important part of her plan.
She looked around. The bar was sparsely populated, not uncommon for this hour on a Tuesday night. She sipped her drink and waited, trying hard not to get too aroused before she even saw him.
Was he feeling the same anticipation? Julie wasn't sure. This morning, there was a look in his eyes that told her he was. But that was several hours ago. Did he spend the day thinking about her? Or had his desire cooled?
When Greg arrived, she gave him a wave to get his attention. He crossed to the bar and ordered a drink. He showed no signs of being impatient or in a hurry. His face wore its customary smirk. He was still too far away for her to see what would really tip her off—his eyes.
Julie, for her part, waited with an outward façade of calm. She had a little surprise for him, one that had her heart beating fast. She hoped she had the nerve to go through with it. It took all her willpower not to show any outward signs of nervousness.
Finally, Greg got his drink and walked toward her. As he approached, his body, combined with the wall beside her, hid Julie from all the other people in the bar. Forcing herself to move deliberately, unhurriedly, Julie drew her skirt up her thighs. She kept her eyes on Greg's as she slowly revealed herself to him.
She paused just as she reached the point where she would expose herself completely. She lifted the fabric and gave him enough of a peek for him to have no doubt about what she was wearing. And, more importantly, what she wasn't. Then she slipped her hem back down her legs, smiling at him.
Greg slowed his pace as he saw what Julie was doing. His eyes darted back and forth between her eyes and her rising hem line. His smirk widened when she revealed herself fully to him. He liked what he saw and Julie liked that he did. She also liked the look that was in his eyes. That look that said he didn't want to wait. He wanted her now.
That was the look Julie needed to see. As long as he was looking at her with that insatiable hunger in his eyes, was there anything she wouldn't do?
"Hi," she greeted him, her voice syrupy sweet, a sly grin pushing up the corners of her mouth. Her heart was racing. She had just flashed her pussy in a bar. But outwardly, she was maintaining a cool composure.
"Hi yourself," Greg replied. He wasn't letting himself be out-cooled by Julie. He tapped his glass against hers. "Here's, uh... looking at you," he joked. Julie felt a little heat rise in her cheeks. She raised her glass and took a sip to cover her blushing.
Greg slipped into the seat beside Julie. She liked his choice. She had wondered if he would sit beside her or across from her. She was quite pleased he chose to sit beside her... where he could easily and discretely put his hands on her legs. Perhaps even slide a finger or two up under her skirt...
Julie had to be careful. She was already feeling aroused. She didn't want to get too turned on sitting here in the bar. She wasn't wearing any panties!
